King of Hollywood

“Good, Miss Marchette, that's it. Next, you will try to read a line, please interpret it according to your understanding.” That's what Adrian said when the woman in front of her finishes her performance based on the script clips.

He made a gesture, and the staff next to him immediately took the prepared script. The woman Marchette was slightly impatient, and after sitting down she took a few deep breaths and reached up and picked up the script.

“What the hell is this place? ”

“Rabbit Baby Restaurant, Elvis likes to come here. ”

“Better than a steak restaurant. ”

“There's steaks here too, please, don't be so rigid. ”

“Okay, you go ahead, kitty. ”

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After a conversation, Adrian squeezed his chin and sighed, and nodded at each other: "Thank you, Miss Marchette, very well, that's it for now. ”

“Yes, sir.” Marchette seemed to want to say something, but eventually she turned around and walked out.

“Next.” Adrian took the last file on the table and looked at the young woman who walked in through the door.

It's a young woman, about 28 or 9 years old, about 5 feet 6 inches tall, wearing a simple long sleeve white shirt and a dark skirt to her knees, with bright black hair hanging over her shoulders. Though she didn't look pretty at first glance, it exuded a sexiness from the bones, coupled with the frontal and backward devil figure, which was unusually seductive.

Sure, just a little tweak. Never lose to Uma? Thurman. Adrian squinted his eyes, holding his heart steady and said, "Sit down, Monica? Miss Belucci. ”

“Thank you, Mr. Corwell.” Monica smiled and said that she sat in the chair generously and then moved her hair across her head to the back of her shoulder, very slimy.

“If you don't mind, can I ask you a few questions before we begin?” Adrian asked silently.

“Of course, I'm here to do what you say.” Monica's legs were tight and slanted together, her hands on her thighs appeared quite stylish, but her slim legs were dressed in clear black stockings, so the estate became somewhat subtle, contradictory and uniform and easily eye-catching.

“You're Italian, you've been a model for a few years, you've only been involved in film and television since '90, why did you come to America first? Besides, you speak good English.” Although Adrian measured Panmonica up and down carefully, her eyes did not stay on her for long.

“Thank you for the compliment, I don't know if you mean American or English," Monica humored.

“Both." Adrian raised his eyebrows and remained calm and divine.

“As many times as I've heard friends say, Hollywood is the largest film industry base in the world, so I thought I'd come to America and maybe create a sky here.” Monica took the initiative to pull the subject back, “I came here at the end of '90, frankly Hollywood and elsewhere are no different, the same exclusion and...”

She shrugged her shoulders and didn't go on, Adrian couldn't help but laugh: “Looks like you know Hollywood to a certain extent, Miss Belucci - I heard that your agent got the chance to audition for you, and you didn't want to come at first, can you say why? ”

“I had just lost an opportunity and was a little frustrated, so I didn't want to take the audition again, but the agent convinced me.” Monica smiled and said, "At first it was just a thought of trying, but I didn't expect to enter the re-election, and then I saw some of the scripts and found it interesting, and then I found out afterwards Adrian? Mr. Corwell was the astonishing ghost who directed it, so I'm getting this part now. ”

“You're very honest.” Adrian nodded with a smile, "so we started. ”

Like the other auditioners, it's still time to perform a piece in body language and then read a line. I don't know if it's intentional or unintentional, but Adrian's physical presentation for Monica is that classic swing dance. Though no one twisted with her and she didn't seem to have danced this dance, she showed herself with all her heart. It has to be admitted that once the devil's body is twisted, it's really fatally appealing, especially the full pair on the chest, and swinging left and right can be considered a wave surge, not only to let a few assistants even look, but also Adrian can't help but also look a few times.

What a beauty. He sighed in his heart. Although Monica's appearance was not very good at first glance, she felt comfortable looking at it more than once, especially with those two sexy, seductive red lips, coupled with the demonic figure, to ensure that men did not move their fingers.

Adrian couldn't help but rub her fingers, and when Monica was teaching her how to dance just now, she accidentally scratched her fingers in her hand. Monica had no reaction at the time, but when Adrian meshed her breasts, she deliberately turned around and was standing up to him.

The move was minor, and the two assistants did not notice at all, and I'm afraid Adrian would not have noticed if he hadn't faced Monica. Think about her nationality, her profession before the movies, her many brilliant movies later, you know. Monica understands Hollywood's rules and doesn't resist.

That's the real sexy thing, Drew? Barrymore is far worse than she is. Adrian couldn't help but sigh in his heart again. Marina in The Beautiful Legend of Sicily has turned many people upside down.

Monica? It was an accident that Belucci would be auditioning for the lead actress of Low Novel, so Adrian was surprised to see her file for seconds. But now that she's here, she can't let it go, and she doesn't care for herself. More importantly, Monica is completely capable of replacing Uma? Therman, they have both similarities and differences in temperament and appearance, and at least there's nothing wrong with that, so accents, acting, that sort of thing can be solved.

The next thing doesn't have to be said, Adrian has made a decision in his heart, although he tried it twice according to procedure. But before the announcement, there is still something to be done.

“So, what do you think of Mia?” Adrian looked at the beautiful woman in front of him and asked that they were sitting in the room of the original audition at the moment, doing the final conversation face to face, like any other auditioner.

“A greedy, spoiled woman,” Monica thought, "who cares only for her happiness and never considers others. ”

Adrian wasn't satisfied with the answer, but he didn't say anything, just nodded: "So, Miss Monica, I'll let you know if I hear anything. ”

Monica flashed a faint disappointment in her eyes and stood up: "Thank you, Mr. Adrian. ”

“You're welcome.” Adrian stood up and smiled and reached out to her, "by the way, Miss Monica, wondering if it would be an honor to have dinner with you tonight? ”

Saying, his thumb gently crossed the other tiger's mouth.

Monica stunned for about two or three seconds, and an indescribable smile appeared on her pretty face: "Of course. ”