King of Hollywood

“Put the camera a little closer and play it again... yes, that's the distance... hey, Emma, don't scratch it, stay put, it'll be quick... wait, just play that camera again... damn, can't see it clearly, come again... ok, that's it, but the middle should be inserted into Red's camera, otherwise it'll be too long... nothing else... Emma, don't move... that's it, you can go on and ask me again tomorrow if you can't be sure. ”

Drop the phone and Adrian rubs his eyes immediately, although the visual phone in front of him is already the biggest screen available, but in his view it is still a bit small, and he will soon feel tired after a long time of watching. This is also impossible, and remote clipping over a visual phone is the best I can think of at the moment.

It's no big deal. At best, it's a little less efficient than your own automated hand-cutting. Besides, it can also train the ability of other editors. It's a big deal to spend time modifying it when you get back. It's always easier to modify it than make it. Adrian comforts himself with his thoughts. Besides, everything but the clips is arranged. Professionals like Thomas? Newman has promised to accompany the film.

In addition to these, the problem is that the call time is too short. He could only spend two to four hours a day communicating through visual telephones and studios, which would have been inefficient, as it would have been a long time before the late completion of the original plan at the end of August. Adrian wasn't expecting more time, but eye fatigue was a problem, jet lag was another problem, and Emma Jr was the third problem.

“Hey, Emma, we agreed you could stay with me while I work, but don't bother me.” Adrian turned his head and looked at the helpless sigh of the little girl holding her pants next to her.

Emma blinked and seemed a little confused, but she also realized that Adrian was a little unhappy and couldn't help but flatten his mouth, and that some of the grievances held what was in his hand in front of him: "Apple. ”

“For me?” Adrian was slightly surprised, and the little guy nodded and looked at him like a pitiful baba. Adrian sighed, reaching out and touching her head: "Okay, thanks. ”

Holding her face, she kissed gently on her forehead, little Emma blinked again, and suddenly the corner of her mouth snapped open. Although the motion was small, it was still as beautiful as the blooming flower bones.

Adrian was stunned and suddenly excited to hug the little guy and flush him out.

“Hey, Ms. Marson, the little guy laughed.” Adrian came to the living room and yelled out loud.

“Emma laughed?” Ms. Marson, packing the house, raised her head in surprise and left what was in her hand and hurried over.

Unfortunately, Adrian's actions frightened the little girl, and with the presence of Ms. Marson, an outsider, she became a little frightened. She shrunk around Adrian's neck and looked around with some fear in his arms.

“Damn, I was so excited.” Adrian said with some frustration that, although she had lived for several days, Emma was no longer as numb as she had been, her expression and response had increased slightly but she had never laughed, as if she had lost this emotion. And now, suddenly, she laughed out of nowhere, small enough to be surprised.

“It's okay, as long as she smiles, it's going well," Ms. Marson consoled, “it's a pity Mr. Russell isn't here, otherwise the ladies and gentlemen can shut up. ”

“Doesn't matter. Do I care about them?” Adrian waved his hand irrelevantly.

The ladies and gentlemen in Marson's mouth refer to Emma's uncle and aunt, and after the Watsons were killed, there was a lot to deal with, and Adrian took Emma with him several times. To be honest, he was really embarrassed in that situation. After all, he was just an outsider, but he couldn't help it. Emma refused to leave with him even though she had recovered.

Therefore, after attending several gatherings, there will inevitably be some gossip-loving long-spoken women who will certainly not say this in front of Adrian, but privately have no qualms. Two or three years later, Adrian euphemized the elderly in Lasek to minimize the number of attendances at such occasions, and the elderly, having heard a little about them, responded to his request.

“Well, I'll take the little guy around the park, would you like to come along, Ms. Marson?” Adrian asked that every day during this time he would take little Emma out for a walk to get in touch with her and more people.

“Okay, hold on, I'll just sort it out," Marson nodded, "and frankly, Mr. Adrian, you're a gentleman, and I don't know which lucky girl could be your girlfriend. ”

“Thank you for the compliment...” Adrian was about to say a few words of modesty, and suddenly he stunned and slapped himself in the head: “Oh no, I forgot! ”

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“Hey, Kate, are you coming out tonight? The Cliffs have a party.” Sister's voice suddenly rang in her ear, startling Kate.

“Well... forget it, I don't want to go out today.” Kate shook her head and rejected her sister's offer.

“Why? You've graduated and starred in two movies. Why are you stuck at home all day?” Samantha's tone, though questionable, is not at all disguised.

“First of all, I did play two movies, but I'm not a big star; secondly, graduating doesn't mean I can't read, so what's wrong with staying home and reading?” Kate seemed to answer well in her spare time.

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Kate's face suddenly turned red, not waiting for her to speak. Samantha continued: "Oh, Ed is such an asshole, he hasn't had a phone call in so long, leaving our sweet little Kate all day...”

“Samantha!” Kate screamed angrily.

“Okay, I'm done,” Samantha lifted her hands as she saw the joke. “Okay, Kate, don't think about it. Ed must be busy with his own business, maybe he'll show up at the door tomorrow. So, cheer up, and I'll go out and improve my mind. ”

Looking at her serious expression, Kate finally sighed: “I know, I'm just... well, Samantha, let me be alone in the room for a moment. ”

Looking for a few minutes, Samantha yang her hands: "So I went out. ”

When the door closed, Kate retracted her gaze. Looking at the book in her hand, she suddenly lay on the table with her hands deep into her hair. I haven't heard from Adrian in almost two weeks, and Kate's heart feels empty, and Samantha is absolutely right.

What the hell is wrong with me? I just haven't called in a few days... what days! It's a dozen days! Never more than four days ago, I called myself to the hotel and got the news that I had checked out! If there's anything urgent to leave, can't you give me a call? Kate slammed the book in front of her, and her pretty face bore a little resentment. However, the situation lasted only a few minutes and she leaned back against the chair again.

Well, I just don't get used to it for a while, I'm just a little angry, I'm just... Kate wants to find an excuse for her unknown state of affairs, but she can't even find the right one. The big, empty piece of her heart couldn't fill anything in, and the feeling tortured her almost to go crazy.

I'll pack up and go to Los Angeles right away. Kate suddenly stood up and started packing her things and doing whatever she wanted has always been her style.

That's when the knock rang, and then Mom's voice: "Kate, your phone. ”

Phone?! Kate grabbed the hand of the cabinet door and stopped. For about half a second, she ran over to open the door and asked in an excited and nervous tone: “Who called?! ”

“Who else could it be?” Mother shrugged her shoulders helplessly.

As the voice went down, Kate had gone downstairs like the wind, and the boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom. In response, the mother sighed and said nothing.

Though she couldn't help herself, Kate accidentally calmed down when she picked up the phone.

“Hi, who wants to see me?” The tone of voice held, but the eyes rolled up.

“Hi, honey, it's me. ”

“Ed? Can I help you?” It looks very relaxed, although the teeth are grinding on the lips.

“Wow, that tone, are you mad? ”

“Of course not. How?” One hand strangled on the telephone line.

“Well, you know that bus crash the BBC reported a few days ago? ”

“Yes, what's wrong? ”

“I'm one of the survivors. ”

Kate Beam reacted for more than ten seconds and shouted in a panic: “What are you talking about?! ”

“Calm down, it was just a car accident, slightly injured...”

It's not over yet. Kate's in a hurry to ask, "Where are you? Are you in the hospital? Are you hurt badly? Oh, my God, that's why you didn't call me, right? Damn, I'm still complaining, I'm sorry...”

“Kate, all right, Kate, listen to me, okay?” Adrian obviously cried a little.

“Where are you? Where are you? I need to see you. I need to see you with my own eyes.” Kate obviously wasn't listening to him either.

“Okay, I'm at 89 Maoridi Street, and I'll wait for you. ”

“I'll be right there.” After Kate had finished, she flew back to her bedroom to tidy up and then flew out again, not even hearing her mother's cry.

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