Hollywood Hunter

The movie was successful, and Simon began to focus on the latter part of the film.

Next year’s Sundance Film Festival starts on January 16th, counting from November 14th, and the late period for "Rola Run" is exactly two months.

During the filming process, Simon was very happy with most of the crew and also agreed to have the opportunity to cooperate again in the future.However, in order to save money, Simon immediately disbanded the crew after the shooting.

In the following days, only Catherine and Janet were left behind to stay with Simon to help him complete the later stage. Behind other needs, Simon was only temporarily hired.

Although it is so cost-effective, in fact, because the original photographers, editors, and soundtrackists in the original budget table were all served by Simon alone, the production of "Laura Run" is actually very abundant.

Janet calculated it deliberately, and the result was that a budget of 650,000 US dollars might not even cost 600,000 in the end.

However, Simon didn't do anything about it.

For a movie to be successful, good production is one aspect, and later announcements are equally important.

Simon never thought of abandoning other movie companies to announce the "Laura Run" alone, which is not realistic for him now.However, the extra tens of thousands of dollars will certainly be useful in the future publicity process.

Since editing started during the production process, Simon completed the rough cut of the film in only two weeks after the killing.In December, while continuing to carry out fine cutting, Simon also began to be busy with the soundtrack of "Rola Run".

The soundtrack style of "Rola Run" is mainly fast-paced electronic music. Although Simon can complete the composition, the specific music recording needs a professional band to complete.WMA also represents a very large group of musicians, Simon also did not encounter much obstacles in this regard.

So busy, time came to the end of the year without realizing it.

Montana, outside Simon’s villa.

Today is already December 23.

Catherine parked the car by the road and came to the door of the villa, just about to ring the doorbell, but the door just opened. Simon and another slightly fat man in his early thirties appeared at the door in a whisper.

Nodded towards Simon, Catherine greeted the man again: "Good afternoon, John, I really didn't expect you to come over today?"

The man named John carried a briefcase and nodded with a smile: "Yeah, Ms. Bigelow, I am about to say goodbye. Also, tomorrow is Christmas Eve, happy holidays."

Catherine also said: "You too, happy holidays."

With that said, Catherine and Simon drove the man to the side of the road and watched the other person drive away before entering the villa together.

Last month, several insertion animations in "Rola Run" were all completed, and there were no other problems. Simon was not satisfied with the 2D animation effect of the crowd at the beginning to form the title of "Rola Run". do.

In this era, not many companies produce 3D animation.

After some inquiries from Simon, he finally contacted a 3D animation studio in San Francisco, and he was also famous, Pixar.The man who just left was Pixar’s vice president John Lasseter.

Pixar was originally the animation department of Lucasfilm. George Lucas was involved in the divorce case and had to sell his own assets.It happened that Steve Jobs, who founded NeXT Computer after leaving Apple, was very interested in Pixar, so he bought the company at the beginning of this year.

Jobs originally hoped that Pixar's animation production technology could promote the sales of NeXT's graphics computers, but the reality was not satisfactory.In order to maintain Pixar's operations, the studio had to accept orders such as animation advertisements.

At the beginning of the month, Simon and Pixar agreed on a 10-second 3D title production plan, and John Lasseter had just delivered the finished product himself.

Entering the living room, Catherine saw a pile of information drawings and the like scattered on the coffee table. She naturally stepped forward to clean up and said, "I'm going back to San Francisco in a minute, how about you?"

Simon sat on the sofa armrest casually, watching the woman busy, enjoying the feeling, and smiled and said: "Otherwise, you can take me home, whatever you want to introduce."

Catherine gave Simon a white look and said, "Jenny wants to bring you back to Australia a few days ago. Why don't you go?"

"I'm afraid of flying."

"I also flew this time, but I just didn't get a ticket last time."

"Oh, it seems that I suddenly feel less afraid."

Catherine listened to Simon's rogue tone and lifted the file in her hand and photographed it on his knee before continuing to sort it out.However, hesitating for a moment, the woman said softly: "You, do you really want to go back with me?"

Simon felt Catherine's tone serious, and his face was slightly reddish. He quickly shook his head and said, "I still don't need it, I'm not ready."

Christmas is the day of Western family reunion. Simon knows that he is far from the point of going home with Catherine. It is really awkward to do so.

Imagine that Simon might be alone all alone tomorrow night, Catherine had already softened.Hearing his refusal, the woman sighed in relief, but also had a touch of loss.

Looking away from seeing the little man next to him, Catherine put the sorted documents on the coffee table and said, "Then, I might not come back until the New Year."

"Understood," Simon nodded, and then solemnly urged: "Also, don't pay attention to the neighbors on the plane."

Catherine glared at Simon, but smiled at the corner of her mouth: "You think everyone else is as rogue as you are."

Janet returned to Australia a few days ago and sent Catherine away. Los Angeles suddenly seemed to be empty.

I'm working on audio editing recently, but it didn't work the next day.

Most people have rested, and they are still in the studio, and they seem too bleak.

After a busy morning, I dressed up inside and outside the villa like any other home, even decorated the roof with lanterns and bought a Christmas tree.

He also received a few calls inviting him to spend Christmas together, and all refused.

In the afternoon, I drove again to the market to purchase, and also took the time to visit the motel I stayed in when I first arrived in Los Angeles, and brought a box of pumpkin pies to the Spanish elderly.

The old man and his children are already married, but they just celebrated the holiday with his wife, and he was very pleased to see him coming, claiming to look forward to his movie, and also opened the box of pumpkin pie on the spot to taste it, and praised it again and again.

So he joked that the pumpkin pie was left for Halloween.

Looking at the old man's suspicious expression, he quickly changed his mind.

Speaking of which, the two extra large pumpkins on Halloween are not wasted, and sent to be processed into a pumpkin pie and distributed to the crew.

This box was naturally bought in the store.

Very fresh.

I spent more than an hour at the motel, chatting with the old man, playing the guitar, and then going home.

Until dark.

But just prepared a very simple dinner, a person, do not like waste.

Filling his stomach, watching TV for a while, boring, and simply hiding in the piano room, sitting next to the Steinway piano sent by Janet, pondering the last soundtrack of "Rola Run".

In fact, the soundtrack has been completely completed, very satisfied, not going to modify.

Just wasting time.

Ding Ding Dong Dong, Ding Ding Dong Dong.

At a certain moment, I suddenly remembered the idea at the party of Brian's house that night.

That movie.

An old gangster, carefully maintaining his'career', carefully guarding few brothers, occasionally fantasizing about retirement, getting old, moving to an unremarkable Pacific island country, and watching seaweeds that only shine once a year. .

Suddenly encountered a woman with a heart.

But it is strong.

Insist.

I am alone, but not lonely.

How could it not be lonely?

Ding Ding Dong Dong, Ding Ding Dong Dong.

At ten o'clock, finally decided to rest, but the doorbell suddenly rang.

Dingdong, Dingdong.

It should be an illusion.

The ringing still continued.

Ok.

The illusion should not last so long.

So he left the piano room.

open the door.

Janet Johnston stood surly outside the door, wearing a navel T-shirt, small hot pants, fluffy blond hair, a red face, two long straight white legs, stepping on pink flat shoes.

Like a Barbie doll.

Seeing him in a daze, she habitually flashed a few long eyelashes, staring at him brightly, and a dumb throat: "Little boy, did you just think, who will knock on your door at this time, Is it your girlfriend?"

He shook his head and smiled at the corner of his mouth, saying: "No, it would be too risky to think that it would be bad if it was a man."

She also laughed.

Then.

She raised her arm: "Come, hug me."

Without hesitation, Simon stepped forward and hugged the woman's light body.

Start cold.

So there was some pity, pretending to rebuke: "It's winter now, dress like this, play performance art?"

Janet posted on the man, feeling warm, but unwilling to show his weakness: "It's stupid, Australia is summer."

That being said, a wallet clipped and dropped from the pocket of Janet's hot pants, Simon looked down, and passports and air tickets were scattered from the wallet, but he ignored the things and went directly to the woman. Her bedroom.

Wrapped Janet in the quilt, picked some clothes from her closet and handed it over, then ran to boil water.

After a busy day, Janet changed her clothes, holding the hot cocoa, still sitting on the bed, very satisfied.

Simon sat down beside the bed, looking at the woman, and asked, "How come this time?"

"Worried that you are too bleak by yourself, look at me."

Simon smiled and said, "I've always been alone, it doesn't matter. It's you, Christmas suddenly came out, and your parents will definitely be sad."

Janet listened to Simon’s understatement and said that he had always been alone, his heart tightened inexplicably, reached over, touched his cheek, and said, “I’ve seen my mother. As for the old man, he won’t be sad. What’s more, There are a bunch of people with them. It doesn’t matter if I’m missing one."

Simon pierced Za Jeannett's palm with a stubble sideways and said, "Your family is quite big."

Janet retracted her hand and said, "Yes, two brothers, two brothers, I am the only girl in the family. So, if you bully me in the future, you will be beaten badly."

Simon smiled: "Well, it's not necessary to beat anyone."

Janet gave him a white glance, finished drinking the hot cocoa, and gave the empty cup to Simon, saying, "I heard the piano when I was at the door. Are you playing the piano?"

Simon set the glass aside and nodded.

But Janet suddenly came to interest again, and raised her hand towards Simon: "Hugging me over, I suddenly want to hear you play the piano."

Simon saw that the woman had rushed into her arms, and reached out to catch it, but said: "Isn't it time to change clothes, can I go by myself?"

Janet wrapped around Simon: "It's troublesome to wear shoes, hurry up."

Simon had to pick up Janet again, came to the piano room, put her on the bench, and sat down on her own.

Sitting by the piano, Janet skillfully ding dong dong dong a few times, but then no longer hands, said: "You come."

"What do you want to hear?"

"I don't know, you just play casually."

Simon looked at Janet, who was leaning beside him with a little girlish atmosphere, and thought about it, said: "Sing, I play, you sing."

"Huh."

Simon pressed the key and gently tapped out the beginning.

Janet distinguished for a moment, then smiled and stretched out a finger to run to "disrupt", ding, ding, dong, dong, occasionally, but completely with the music notes.

Then, a slightly dumb female voice began singing with a special charm.

*When I was a little girl, I asked my mother.

*What will happen in the future?

*Will I be beautiful?Will I become rich?

*Mom said.

*let it go.

*The world is unpredictable, everything follows him.

*When I have grown up, I still have a lover.

* So I asked him.

*What will happen in the future?

*Is there a rainbow every day?

*Lovers said.

*let it go.

*The world is unpredictable, everything follows him.

*……

A faint singing sound accompanied the piano sounds in the villa, driving the loneliness hiding in every corner on Christmas Eve.