This guy is still quite authentic, "Sugnet will not have any problems over there, right?" Song Ya asked.
"Will not."
Derry waved his hand, "Don't mention him." He seemed to have a headache for that guy. "There is a TV station on the East Coast who wants to have a rapper exchange event, but they don't want the scene to be too confrontational, probably Just two singers sitting at the table like friends, drinking wine and freestyle. Are you interested?"
"Forget it, my output is too low, and I'm not the kind of person who can write words wisely on the spot."
Song Ya hurriedly refused. He must not be able to mix things like a singer purely on the apocalypse.
He was very satisfied with Derry's statement, and after visiting the other party's home casually, he left.
The next day, he and Hallie, who was wearing a rococo court dress, took an invitation letter and came to Spielberg's home together.
Catherine, the president of Amperin Entertainment, and her husband welcomed them in. In addition to the seventeenth-century court attire, his husband also applied thick powder and a red mole on a pale face.
They apologized first. The owner Spielberg was temporarily absent. It seems that the party's specifications should not be very high.
Sure enough, after entering free activities, Song Ya discovered that all Hollywood stars and film company executives had come. No giants like David Geffen and Spielberg had appeared. Although there were countless beautiful men and women in his heart, Still a little disappointed.
Hallie was very excited. She knew a lot of people and frequently greeted people she met.
‘Kang Dang...’
Not far in front, a young white man staggered on the ground, threw himself on top of the waiter, and knocked over all the wine glasses and plates he was dragging.
"Let's go here."
Hallie took him by the arm and quickly took him away, "It's Robert Downey Jr., a problematic actor in Hollywood." She introduced in a low voice, "I was making a biography of Chaplin recently, right next to your mv. Studio, released by Columbia Pictures, released at the end of the year."
"Oh."
Song Ya didn't care about the actor. He saw Brooke Shields. She was 1.83 meters tall and she was holding a handsome white man. The man was about 1.90 meters tall. He was taller than Song Ya, very handsome and very temperamental. Well, put on clothes that look a little cheap and inferior.
"Aplus, right?"
Brooke Shields also noticed Song Ya, and she took her male companion to come over, "Hi, Halle."
Brooke Xiaosi's clothes are very high-end, extremely gorgeous, and she gently shook the small folding fan in her hand.
"Hi, do you know each other?" Hallie asked.
Song Ya shrugged. Of course he knew him, but he had never dated before. He felt that Hallie beside him was a little unnatural. Under the appearance and aura of the'eighth miracle', this might be a woman's normal reaction, though He personally thinks that Brooke Xiaosi's appearance has dropped a lot, "I know, right? Miss Brooke Xiaosi, is this?"
"Lian Munison." The man next to Brooke Xiaosi offered to extend his hand.
"Aplus." Song Ya and the other party shook hands, he remembered, this person seems to be Brooke Shields' Princeton classmate and his current boyfriend.
"Is Mira not here?" Brooke Shields asked.
"No." Song Ya shook his head. He didn't forget that the other party fell into trouble when Mila was besieged by the media. Of course, this was the reason why Mila's team engaged in bundling hype first.
"Ha." Brooke Shields closed her mouth with a chuckle, "I haven't seen her in Hollywood for a long time. I have the opportunity to say hello to her for me."
Song Ya is not interested in the war between women, "Sorry, I have no contact with her."
"Really? Haha, have you seen Uncle Spielberg?" Brooke Shields asked instead, "I have something to talk to him about."
"He should not be here." Song Ya replied: "Gang Catherine told me."
"That's it..." Brooke Shields glanced at her boyfriend next to her, her expression suddenly became a little lost, "Then Catherine?"
"Uh... just at the door."
Song Ya pointed the two of them over, "Why are they looking for Spielberg?"
"It should be for some movie role." Hallie said, "What else can come here for."
The scene was almost all whites, there were few blacks, and some were waiters. The two did not see any acquaintances who could particularly chat with each other, so they could only stroll around with a smirk and visit this mansion by the way.
"Whatthehell..."
When the two of them were admiring an oil painting on the wall, there was a strong black accent from behind, Song Ya turned around, and a black man about the same height as him was staring at his clothes, "You can't wear m-fxxk Are you creative? Singer."
Don't blame him for being angry, the two of them were shirtless, both dressed as musketeers, maybe even produced by a shop.
"Samuel." Hallie was very happy to see the other person and went to hug him.
"Hey." Song Ya also stretched out his fist, he had the impression of the person in front of him, Hallie's colleague when shooting jungle fever, the best supporting actor in Cannes, Samuel Jackson.
Samuel Jackson hugged Hallie and fisted him by the way, "Do you want to amphibious too? Like Escobe?"
"Me? I don't have this plan yet." Song Ya smiled.
"Fxxk! What are you doing?" At this time, another black accent came out next to him. Song Ya turned to see, Spike Lee, why the other party was angry...
"Well, now we have enough three musketeers." Song Ya rolled his eyes helplessly.
"Uh……"
No, there are four. This year, the young black director John Singleton, who won the Oscar for Best Director and Best Original Screenplay, appeared in the eyes of everyone with his female companion. The same, the uniform of the French Musketeer in the 17th century, with his hand on his waist. On the hilt of the sword.
"We...we have to scatter quickly..." Spike Lee couldn't help but slap Song Ya, he whispered.
"Alright alright……"
"Let's go here..."
Hallie dragged Song Ya and deliberately chose John Singleton along the way, "Do you have any new film plans recently? Mr. Singleton." She asked the hottest black director today.
"Just call me John."
John Singleton, who has become popular with low-level black movies like Block Boys, is still a little uncomfortable with this kind of occasion. "There are a lot of appointments. I have a little difficulty choosing now." He smiled bitterly: "Probably will make a custom movie for Jenny. ."
"Jenny Jackson?" Song Ya asked. It seems that except for Mariah Carey, the other diva are starting to get together in Hollywood. Whitney Houston will cooperate with Oscar for Best Director and Best Actor Kevin Costner, and Janet Jackson will do it. Just got the most anticipated black director.
"Yes, it's still in preparation." John Singleton didn't seem to want to say more.
"I want to go to the bathroom," his female companion said.
"I'll take you there." Hallie held him politely, winking at Song Ya before leaving.
Song Ya knew this was asking herself to talk more with John Singleton, so she started to have nothing to say.
"The protagonist? I will probably find it on the streets of Los Angeles."
John Singleton misunderstood. The first sentence blocked Song Ya's participation, "Jenny doesn't want to be famous."
"Do you have a goal?" Song Ya asked.
"Also hip-hop singer, 2pac, do you have any contacts?" John Singleton asked.
"Once." Song Ya had a general impression of the grumpy West Coast bandit rapper.
"You know, I was born in the Los Angeles neighborhood." John Singleton said: "The casting can't ignore the people here."
"I know……"
Song Ya was thinking about a new topic, and there was a sudden noise in the bathroom. He looked over, a black man was pestering Hallie, and the two of them pulled the room and knocked down a sculpture stand in the corner.