King of Hollywood

“Tyler... Swift?” Adrian picked his eyebrows with surprise, which is why he looked familiar.

“Yes,” the girl in front would obviously be mistaken, more proud to push her chest, “I have an excellent voice, I can write my own songs and words, I don't need any more training! ”

“Tyler!” A voice came along with dissatisfaction and anxiety. Around forty years old, a middle-aged woman with a face that was quite similar to that of Taylor, no doubt her mother.

“Mr. Cowell.” Two heads of staff in the reception room who were responsible for discovering new recruits also stood up.

“Never mind, I was going back, but when I heard this argument, I was curious and came to see it.” Adrian waved and told everyone to sit down, "Can someone tell me what's going on? ”

Taylor leapt to try and get back on her feet before she got on the couch, but her mother glanced at her and sat back and shut her mouth. Adrian looked at her lower lip slightly, combined with the relevant information that she remembered at this moment, which was really a disturbing girl who liked to highlight herself, and the family appeared to be in good shape, and she was afraid that it would take a little effort to clean her up.

From the mouths of the two supervisors, Adrian quickly learned why, simply put, Taylor? When Swift was a kid, he decided to be a singer, sang in a bar in his hometown of Pennsylvania, and started sending his samples to record companies two years ago in search of a contract. Unfortunately, these record companies rejected her without exception.

Although it was an eye-catching setback, Taylor didn't give up, continuing to insist on singing and writing songs while constantly sending his own samples to more record companies. Then, after entering 03 years, a subsidiary of Universal Records felt that there was so much potential after receiving her sample tape that it handed it over to its parent company, and after seeing the relevant information, Universal Records agreed with them and started trying to reach out to the Swifts.

The next thing I know is today, after getting the news, Happy Taylor came to Los Angeles with his mom for an interview. It's just that, after she arrived, she realized that she wasn't expecting to be able to produce a record right away, but had to be trained for two years or more first.

The proud girl felt that she had been deceived, but GlobeCo was quite powerful. The reddest female singers of the last few years were basically under their banner. If you give up on this, you can't give up. So there was that scene.

“You are a very confident girl, Miss Swift.” Adrian said with a smile.

“Of course. I can sing, I can compose, I can write, I can't think of a reason to be trained.” Taylor jumped right up and was very dissatisfied with the drums.

“Tyler!” Mommy sitting next to her screamed with a headache, pulling her back to her seat before reaching out to Adrian with a bitter smile: “Hello, Adrian? Mr. Cowell. I'm Adrian? Swift, Tyler's mother, I'm sorry to bother you. ”

“No, no, no, no. I've seen a lot of confident kids, but not so confident.” Adrian smiled and shook her hand. Then he added: “I'm serious. ”

“Wait, I know what you're trying to say, but I have a point to make.” Taylor plugged in again, ignoring Mom's eyes to justify himself, "I object not to training, but to systematic training. I have a lot of talent for working and learning, and I can prove that, like a new person who doesn't understand music at all, systematic training is a waste of time. ”

Still some minds know where their abilities are, not how proud they are to be blind. Adrian darkened a little.

“Vain mouth, Miss Swift.” He spread his hands wide open for a long time.

Tyler wasn't angry, he had a "I knew you'd say that” look. I looked back at the guitar box I had brought, and I looked up at him with my chin, and I said, "Okay? ”

“Oh, sure.” Adrian made a gesture, please.

“I wrote this song when I was saddened by the classes I wasn't good at at at school, a few years ago, and then I re-wrote the songs and the lyrics, which were very popular when I sang in the bar.” She said with a string of strings.

Then, when the smooth syllable sounds as the strings tremble, Taylor starts singing. Neither the lyrics nor the songs are complex, the typical country type, no wonder she said she would be the best country musician before, it seems she set her own goals a long time ago. As for the voice, it still has some characteristics. It has a bit of magnetism and purity. It doesn't have any strength. Even if it gets red, it won't be too long.

Pfft, pfft, after she finished singing, Adrian clapped softly: "That's good, Miss Swift, that's good. ”

Taylor, who had a proud expression on his face, smiled like a flower, and his curved eyes sparkled bright enough to get a personal compliment from the miracle director to make her even more proud.

Then, the other person's face immediately collapsed with the following sentence: "But it has not reached the point where she could not be trained. ”

“Don't worry, Miss Swift," Adrian laughed and raised her hand to stop the girl who almost lost her temper, "I know it's hard to convince a confident child, let's use an example to prove it. ”

He turned around and whispered a few words to a supervisor, who then got up and went out, and then he looked at Swift, who had started drumming again, and asked, "Do you think you're pretty, Miss Swift? ”

Is it too much to ask this rude question when Taylor and her mother are both corrupted by this sentence, and then both of them reveal a hint of dissatisfaction? But Adrian didn't seem to see it, just stood up and made a gesture, and smiled mysteriously: "Let's go up first, as I said, and prove it better with examples. ”

Though he has no idea what he wants to do. But Taylor, disgusted, stood up, and her mother seemed a little uncomfortable, but eventually moved her daughter, and then they went all the way to the dressing room.

“It may take some time to listen to them, my dear lady.” Adrian laughed at the girl a moment after talking to the makeup artist.

By this time, Tyler basically knew what he wanted to do, but she was just more curious, in fact, that the girl with some head was still clear about what she looked like, not ugly, but definitely not pretty. Of course, in the eyes of her classmates, she was an ugly bastard, but nobody dared say it in person, because all the people who did so were ridiculed from beginning to end by her composition of songs, but the songs were so loud that they were highly transmissible and the lyrics so clever that people could tell who they were talking about, but they couldn't catch anything. No one dared to mess with her for a long time.

So Taylor always shows off his musical talent and rarely mentions his appearance, and although she has tried to figure it out, it's just... cute to clean up anyway. So right now, she's really curious about what that man can do to make her pretty.

The makeup artist's fingers cut through the delicate face and hair of the teenager, massaging, wiping and washing. They were busy without saying a word, then looked at the man with the corner of their eyes and spoke to their mother with ease, not paying any attention to this side. Taylor couldn't help but be a little bored, but thought of a possible outcome. She also had to endure sitting in a chair and still flirting with them.

In confusion, the young girl heard someone calling herself and opened her eyes after hitting a debt. She dressed for so long that she sat in a chair and took a nap. It's just that when she did it, there was no other sound. She stared at the mirror in front with an incredible expression.

The golden waves covered most of the forehead with a soft drop of curls, the eyelashes were well repaired, the orbit had a thin black shadow that made her eyes more three-dimensional while not destroying the overall feeling of freshness. The right red lips were filled with healthy water, and the lips were full of unspeakable temptations, especially when the girl in the mirror had just woken up. It would be a beautiful rush if there were any lazy, confused gods.

Finally, Taylor reached out and touched her face, and the girl in the mirror did the same thing, and she could finally confirm that the pretty girl in the mirror was herself, and suddenly a great excitement and joy surged into her mind.

“Mom, I...” Taylor jumped out of the chair, screaming joyfully and going into Mom's arms, but she immediately realized where she was and stopped somewhat embarrassed.

“Now do you understand?” The man who dominated all this smiled and asked, and her mother was happy and worried to stand beside her.

“Well... thank you for pointing that out, Mr. Corwell, but... I don't quite understand.” Taylor lowered his head slightly and responded very honestly, completely without the previous confident and blind attitude.

Adrian sees the glow of praise: “Simply, this is the real purpose of the training, so that you can learn how to fully demonstrate your beauty and talent in front of the media. You have a lot of potential, Taylor, and I'm pretty sure I haven't made any mistakes in discovering talent, but that doesn't mean you're a qualified star now, okay? Is a qualified star, not a qualified singer. ”

Taylor blinked and didn't speak.

“A real star, knows what the media wants to see, knows what his fans like, knows how to avoid his weaknesses, knows how to present his best side to the public. Why is it so hard for a lot of Red Boy stars to be brilliant when they grow up, on the one hand because they're too far behind and on the other because they don't show their new self?” Adrian continued.

Girls have brains, but it's musical, and they don't know anything about this confusing concept of inductive conversation, so they nod unconsciously.

“I know you're a proud girl," Adrian smiled a little, "so why don't we set the date on the contract for the record to be released in the summer of three years, and then develop a training plan and a way to score, so long as you can get the training recognized well in advance, then you can release your own records ahead of time, and the more the training is done ahead of time, okay? ”

Taylor didn't talk, bit his lip half. Again, she looked at herself with a smile. As always, these things were always a teenage girl's own idea, and the parents basically didn't interfere.

“Will you write songs for me then?” The young girl finally asked.

A proud girl like this, the best way to take control of her words is to start from the weakest spot and beat her confident little by little, like now. Adrian used her face, which she had not yet developed, to make an article, and it was easy to impress her with a deep impression, and then do something much easier.

Of course, the whole thing wasn't easy. Taylor and Britney, Christina and Aveline were different. It would have taken a lot of work to do. Adrian wasn't right about Tyler? Swift has a particularly intense possession of * *, just remembering all her information. It's rare to have such a challenging goal. How can we do it without trying?

But it's all in the future, so let's deal with what's happening right now, like Megan doesn't want the actress of Transformers.

“I've seen the script, I've seen it several times, and I think it's silly. And I'm... a little too young.” That's what Megan said, and he's haunted by Adrian's desire to change the movie.

“Well, little fox, don't bargain with me.” Adrian said, without courtesy, how could he not know what she was thinking? She doesn't feel that the character is too stupid or she is too young. She just commits an inferior problem again. At this time, she must be given some pressure and some encouragement.

“Look, isn't Big Liar's box office great? This was shown in January, and the reputation is pretty good.” He then encouraged the statement.

The comedy film "The Big Liar" was scheduled for the end of the New Year's season in January, although it was not a good one. But the $12 million box office in the first week proved the film was desirable, you know, the cost of the whole movie was just that much, and the film critics also said the plot was old-fashioned but generally interesting.

“But they say I'm a vase.” Megan pounded her mouth around Adrian's neck.

Indeed, although she has a good reputation and Megan has some bright spots in it, the film critics still unnecessarily call her a vase.

“Most sexy beautiful actresses start with vases, which is no big deal, my little fox. As long as you don't think of yourself as a vase and try to prove you're not.” Adrian pinched this on her chin and laughed.

Megan didn't talk, he just climbed into his chest and looked up at his head for a long time before poking his finger up his chest: "You always talk so much, Ed, no wonder you can fool a lot of women. ”

It sounds like it knows something, but Adrian doesn't care, he just smiles and kisses her: "It's so good to get you in the hand —— all right? ”

“Yeah, no problem. You know, it's a miracle director asking me personally to take it. How many people can say no?” Megan groaned softly and looked foxy with her mouth shut.

Despite the unknown light in her eyes, she stuck it on him, throwing up this fiery smell: “Call me again. ”

“No problem, little fox, you'll always be my little fox.” Adrian softened her back and said softly, and remembered something else: “By the way, it's Sundance Film Festival soon, I'm going to go see it this year. Want to come with me? Nice ski resort in Park City. ”

Who knew Megan gave him a white eye: "If I remember correctly, Mr. Corwell, the Sundance Film Festival opens on the 20th, right? Unfortunately, I had to audition for Transformers the other day! ”

Adrian laughed dumbly.

Although Utah and California are across from Nevada, Salt Lake City is not far from Los Angeles, especially for those with air transportation, but Adrian's visits to the Sundance Film Festival have traditionally been sparse. He doesn't like the Sundance Film Festival very much, in fact most of the festivals he doesn't like, but it's still necessary to visit once or twice occasionally, anyway, it's a film festival that the United States is internationally known for, so come and show the support it deserves.

It doesn't take much time, and... sometimes there are good gains.

The doorbell rang, Adrian in his pajamas stretched his lazy waist to the suite door: “Who is it? ”

“Ed, you're not up yet?” Harvey at the door? Weinstein looked stunned.

“What's the matter? It's just after 9: 00.” Adrian doesn't mind making an inbound gesture.

"Just after 9: 00? Oh, shit, looks like you forgot all about it.” Weinstein complained, and then a lazy woman came along: “Ed, who's here... whoa! ”

The young girl who came out of the bedroom shouted and pulled her pajamas in the middle, looking at Weinstein with a fright. She has long dark hair and a beautiful pair of blue eyes, very clear and sweet.

“Oh, Zoe, I'm sorry. Is this Harvey, Harvey? Weinstein, CEO of Miramax.” Adrian introduced, "Harvey, this is Zoe. Zoe? Dance Cher, is... hmm...”

“The lead actress of" Love You Most, "a promising little girl, I know the film was well received at the festival.” Weinstein took the floor immediately.

“Yes.” Adrian laughed and walked in front of the bedmate who hooked her hand yesterday, squeezing her little chin gently: "Sorry, darling, it looks like Harvey has something to talk to me about. Can you give me a minute? It won't take long. ”

She kissed her lips again.

“No problem, I'll go in and change first.” Zoe smiled sweetly and went back to her bedroom after a kiss.

After seeing her go in, Adrian turned around and waved twice in front of Weinstein, who also focused on Zoe: "Hey, Harvey. ”

“No wonder you're up so late, that's such a good girl.” Weinstein snapped his eyes back.

“Is that what you're here for?” Adrian asked jokingly.