"It's okay, hi."
The girl is still light blue jeans. She uses the large loose t-shirt that the model likes to wear to cover her figure well. This time with delicate makeup, she also carried a beautiful women's shoulder bag, temporary His visitor sign hung around his neck, and was a little startled when he heard Taraji closing the door from outside.
"So..." Song Ya motioned to the girl and said first.
When the two were alone, the girl star became a little unnatural, "Uh, I came to thank you, you know, that."
Song Ya knew that this was about her mother's case, so there is no need to talk about this kind of tragedy. "It's okay. At that time, I called a powerful person I knew. You don't have to thank me all the time. After coming to the United States, I plan to What should I do? I heard that you rejected the contract with the brokerage company I introduced?"
"Yes, I'm almost 18 years old. In August, I went to the Hollywood Screen Actors Guild for consultation. They suggested that I wait until I was 18 before signing a contract, which can avoid many troublesome legal issues." The girl replied.
"So will you sign that company then?" Song Ya continued to ask, so that he would not be fooled by a girl who just came to Hollywood.
"I haven't figured it out yet," the girl said.
"Really?" Song Ya smiled, "Then you are here to thank you in person?"
"Yeah." The girl nodded.
Song Ya sat in front of the makeup mirror, picked up a cotton ball and started to deal with the blemishes on his face makeup. He looked at the girl through the mirror. The other party didn’t know what to say, so he avoided his gaze and stood on tiptoe first. I wandered around the room boredly, looking at the arrangement of the dressing room.
Except for a slightly stronger body, he is really a stunner, especially the Monroe temperament of a blond sweet girl, which is too tempting. Song Ya swallowed, "Sit down, don't be restrained." He pointed. Chairs around.
"No, then I..." The girl bit her lip, "Go ahead, I will have ballet class later..." she said.
"You dance ballet?" Song Ya glanced at the girl's tall figure, didn't it seem suitable? "Don't try to go to Hollywood?"
"I'm looking for opportunities, I'm practicing ballet to exercise body shape, and there are acting classes." The girl said, "I was a good dancer when I was a child, but once injured my leg, I lost my ballet practice."
"Is it the first time to come to the studio? I asked Taraji to take you around here? Taraji!"
Sure enough, the goal was Hollywood, Song Ya called Taraji in, "Take Miss Theron to visit here."
"No, I'm leaving now." The girl waved her hand.
"It's okay, maybe wait for me to have a meal in the evening after filming?" Song Ya pretended to say casually, "I am very busy now and can't entertain you temporarily. Can I have a dinner at night?"
"No, thank you aplus." The girl refused again, "Then I'm leaving?"
"OK Bye."
"worship."
Slightly disappointed to let Taraji send her away, Song Ya continued to invest in mv shooting.
Shakira's hair finally returned to black. "The first act, get ready!" After the scene note was announced, she walked to Song Ya again, "Hi." She drew her hair.
"Don't be nervous, I do like blond hair, but I also like black hair, but you know, the mv is filmed for fans." Song Ya explained a little bit, and then waited for a few supporting girls to stand behind him, too Sit on the hood of the car.
"Try it first," Larry announced.
The plot is very simple, that is, Song Ya is sitting there, and the heroine starts to twist her body to discharge.
When the music sounded, Shakira tilted her head and started to stare at herself, bit her lips lightly, smiled and pulled the shoulder straps of her backpack with both hands, her waist twisted.
Song Ya was also determined to look at her, his heart aggravated by the Latin style in front of him.
"Aplus! aplus?!"
Suddenly Larry shouted back to reality with a few throats, "Hands!" Looking at Larry, the other party was pinching his hands to demonstrate to him.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Song Ya just remembered that before the end of this scene, he wanted to hold hands with the other party.
"Have you seen it?" Tony's cheerleader girlfriend behind her ridiculed.
Shakira pursed her lips and laughed.
Song Ya glared at Tony's girlfriend, "Go on, the first act!" The record player board fell, and the girl started again.
This can’t stand it, Song Ya wailed in her heart. She didn’t expect the'power' of the girl in front of her to be even as good as Hallie, who shot ifeeling with her back then~www.mtlnovel.com~ Halle is mature and sexy, and this petite figure The girls are pure and precocious with Latin style, each is good at winning, each is good at winning!
However, he restrained this time. When the time came, he took the initiative to reach out to the other party, and then the girl took her hand from the shoulder strap of the schoolbag and put it gently on her hand.
"OK, this one is over!" Larry shouted, the two were still looking at each other affectionately, Song Ya didn't want to let go.
Tony's girlfriend started booing again, and Shakira quickly turned her head away and pulled her hand back.
"The saliva is almost flowing down ah?" Taraji also came over with a yin and yang, "you have visitors again."
"Halie here? Okay."
Song Ya smiled at Shakira, "I will be back later."
"Yeah." Shakira replied in a low voice, booing at the girl nearby.
"She will show up at the door in five minutes."
They got in the car with Taraji, and the two drove to the door of the studio, "Hey, Halle." Just in time for Halle Berry to come over.
The reporters waiting outside began to press the shutter.
"Welcome." He took the initiative to open his arms and hugged Hallie, and then the two lips touched together, and they separated immediately, "Come in, they should have taken the picture."
It was also to help Hallie's movie make some topics, when he and Hallie disappeared at the door, the reporters outside were a bit stunned.
"Wtf did they kiss just now?"
"Yes? I didn't see it clearly."
"Did you get it?"
"I got it, how about you?"
"I got it too. Could it be a problem of angle, like a borrowed place when making a movie?"
"Maybe, I'll study it carefully when the film comes out."
"Studying the fart, let's post the news."
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Chicago 1990 Chapter 298: Jalapeno Pepper
"You seem unhappy?"
Song Ya helped Hallie buckle the back button, watched her walk to the makeup mirror swayingly, sat down, took out the smoke after taking it out, and took a deep breath.
"Yes..." Halle threw the cigarette into the glass with the remaining wine. "Sorry, I know you don't like the smell of smoke."
"Why did you get this?" Song Ya saw that she was playing a three-five-five card with stronger strength.
"It's annoying, I have very few follow-up promotional resources." Hallie said.
"Stealing the mood? Does Eddie Murphy know? Do you want me to call BABYFACE?" Song Ya was a little surprised, "Aren't you one of the heroines?"
Harry shook his head. "No, Babyface can't help. Eddie Murphy has a very ordinary attitude towards me."
"Why?" Song Ya asked.
"Her girlfriend doesn't like me, and he hinted at me several times in the crew, but I pretended to be a fool."
Halle complained that as the most beautiful woman in the crew, at least the most beautiful woman in the eyes of whites, she is not popular with other actresses in this almost all black crew. After all, there are few opportunities for black people in Hollywood. There are fewer opportunities for women, and sometimes they just get one or two seats. When the crew is a competitor, how can the relationship get better.
Another female protagonist, Tyson’s ex-wife Robin Givens, had trouble with her everywhere. In 1988, this woman married Tyson and coaxed Tyson to sign a non-prenuptial agreement. When she divorced a year later, She divided Tyson more than 10 million dollars plus a house of more than 4 million dollars. At the time, outsiders calculated that Tyson was worth only 40 million dollars. At that time, Tyson had a good reputation. Although she claimed that Tyson was domestic violence, all the media and the public did not believe it, and even thought she was one of the worst women in the country.