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- The bedroom is very simple. There are no computers or other electrical appliances. There is only an old floor lamp. The single bed, cabinets, tables, chairs and other furniture are all shabby. There are photo frames and a few movies on the wall next to the desk. Poster, a string of bamboo wind chimes hangs on the windowsill, and the snow-covered farmland outside the window.
??The round mirror on the dressing table of some years reflects a delicate girl with slightly curly long brown-blond hair, an oval face, two eyebrows that are neither thick nor shallow, and beautiful facial features, which are painted with an elegant and clear temperament.
She was practicing her performance, sometimes laughing happily, sometimes feeling sad, surprised, scared, angry, and entranced
"Modi! Modi! Where did he die? The dinner is not ready yet!?"
A burst of shouting suddenly came, and the girl in the mirror frowned immediately, turned her head to look at the door, got up, and walked out of the bedroom.
Moody is 16 years old this year and will be 17 after her birthday on July 5th. She is not tall and has a slender figure, just like her hometown, Paradise Town, Utah, a very poor place. The whole town adds up to a thousand People around the world make a living from animal husbandry and agriculture.
¡°The annual income of some families is below the poverty line, and her family is one of them.
When Moody was nine years old, her mother left the family and went to who knows where. My mother is a person who loves movies and dramas. When she was young, she was an A-star in a local amateur theater troupe and acted in many stage plays. Others said she could go to Broadway or Hollywood and become a professional actor.
Then, just after graduating from high school, my mother became pregnant with Jim, her brother who was five years older than her, and she married her father, who worked on his family farm.
Moody remembered that the night before her mother left home, she quietly walked into her room and sat on the edge of the bed, thinking she was asleep. Her mother said, "I have to go. I will go crazy if I stay in this house any longer." Yes, Maudie, I'm sorry." The next day, my mother disappeared.
No one knows where she went, and almost eight years have passed and there is still no news.
Moody remembers that her mother always said, "If I had gone to Los Angeles or New York when I was young, I would have lived a different life."
Whenever she said this, her sky-blue eyes shone, and her whole person had a different look than usual. On her face that was gradually roughened by time, her lips were painted bright red with cheap lipstick. He smiled as if he was a young girl again.
When my mother performs, her energy is even more high-spirited, just like those big stars on the cinema screen, especially Jodie Foster.
That is the real mother, not the woman who is often beaten and scolded by her father, has a lot of emotions every day, and does farm work such as milking cows and feeding chickens and ducks, Modi knows.
When her mother was still at home, she would often take her to watch movies in Hailun City in the north. If there was any theater group coming to perform, she would definitely go. Her father would scold her, but she was generally much happier.
This kind of happiness diminishes with the passing of my mother, especially after entering high school.
Maudie attended Summit High School, one of the few public high schools in the Logan area. It was just a general school. She wanted to attend Logan High School, but was not admitted.
There are only two types of people in Hilltop High School, one is the Mormons and the other is the country bumpkins. She didn't know what private high schools were like, but at Hilltop High School, there were school bullies, both male and female. Some were bullied, and non-white students were blatantly discriminated against. Those people said it was cool. She didn't understand why it was cool to bully others, but that's what those people thought.
Unfortunately, Madi is one of the bullied people.
She had a good friend for many years, Faye. When she entered high school, Faye grew taller, matured quickly, became aggressive, and suddenly became a queen-like figure. She was originally a member of the Queen's entourage, but soon, Faye said she had seduced Mark Banks, a member of the basketball team, a boy Faye was pursuing.
She has never done anything. She doesn¡¯t like Mark Banks, and she doesn¡¯t like walking around him. He always exudes a strong and pungent perfume.
That¡¯s it, Faye broke up with her and put her on a blacklist that anyone can bully.
Therefore, she spends half an hour riding a bicycle to and from school. The school bus only takes 10 minutes, but she doesn't want to listen to their ridicule. Faye knew her well, for example she dreamed of being an actress, which was their main joke, saying that she would become an actress if the sun rose in the west.
Moody¡¯s performances were all taught by her mother. She used to teach her how to perform almost every day, as if she was holding on to something tightly, and if she didn¡¯t teach her, it would completely break.
Although many years have passed, Modi remembers every word her mother taught her and practices it quietly every day. She enjoys performing, it's like becoming someone else and forgetting herself.
Faye also forbids her from liking Ye Wei. Moody regards Ye Wei as her idol and likes his movies and deeds. In school, Viy is one of the main celebrities to talk about.First, most boys don't like him, disdain him and ridicule him, while most girls like Ye Wei. Some people have sent him letters and received thank-you letters from the agency, which made him famous.
I heard that there were messages and signatures from viy, but no one has ever seen them.
Maudie doesn¡¯t care too much about school troubles. She never blamed her mother for leaving the house. Her father was a bad-tempered person who would often get drunk and suddenly make a scene. Moody was often afraid of him. The days when her father was away from home were the most relaxing times at home.
Mom doesn¡¯t like Jim very much, as if she doesn¡¯t like her own faults. Perhaps because of this, Jim didn¡¯t make any progress. After graduating from high school, Jim didn¡¯t study anymore, didn¡¯t work, and just wandered around all day long.
"Modi!?"
Amid the irritable shouting, Modi walked out into the living room of the house and saw her father sitting on the old wooden sofa, his belly rising and falling, and his bearded face full of wine. When he saw her, he rolled up his sleeves. He pointed his hairy right hand at the clock on the wall over there and cursed angrily: "What time is it already and dinner is not ready yet!!!"
He was obviously in a bad mood, maybe something bad happened to him today.
Moody said softly: "Dad, it's not even 6 o'clock now. I usually make dinner at 6:30." She originally wanted to ask if she had an early dinner today
"Little whore!!" The big man immediately got angry and rushed over, slapping him, "You really look like your damn mother!"
Modi was overwhelmed with panic, and reflexively blocked it with her hands. Although she blocked it with her small arms, she was slapped almost to the ground. She remained silent and turned to leave.
"Stop, little slut, do you want to be fucked by a nigger, bitch!" The big man chased after her frantically, grabbed her hand and hugged her, groping her body with both hands, and trying to penetrate her with his mouth. Kiss on the face. Modi suddenly screamed and struggled desperately: "No! Dad, it's me!!!"
The big man gasped for breath full of alcoholic odor. Without saying anything, he wanted to kiss her and tugged on her clothes.
"No, daddy, it's me, Modi" Modi cried and yelled, turning his head to avoid, kicking and hitting him, despair filled his heart, "It's me"
Suddenly a figure rushed towards him, shouting loudly: "Old guy, you're drunk!!!" The big man was pushed away. It was Jim, who was blocking the front, trembling with anger. The big man let out a few scary sneers and walked out of the house with a somewhat unsteady pace.
"Next time, I will kill you." Jim's deep voice was hoarse.
Modi gasped in shock and looked at her brother with tearful eyes. She was used to being bullied and scolded by him, so now she was a little surprised.
Jim looked back, with a rare comforting smile on his face that had many acne scars, "I'm not a beast. I have some good friends. I stayed with them for a few days. This old beast lost money in a bet and couldn't finish it in a few days." Crazy. Go now.¡±
"Oh" Mody nodded with tears in her eyes and walked back to the bedroom.
Where to go? Where else to go but in this small town? A town without hope
Suddenly I understood my mother so well that I couldn¡¯t stay in this house any longer.
Maudie once thought of herself as "Maggie" in "The Exorcism Video". For a period of time, she practiced playing Maggie every day. But no, her father is not a good person, he is the kind of bad person in the newspaper who raped his daughter and was jailed. She didn't want to stay here any longer, not even one more day.
Looking at the movie posters on the wall, they were all picked up from the discarded posters of the cinema, "Wedding Day is Coming", "Little Miss Sunshine"
"As long as I want to fly, there must be a way to fly!"
Go to Los Angeles!
Go to Ye Wei¡¯s talent show!
This idea suddenly became so clear, strong and decisive.
Moody thought of what her mother often said, "if I arrived in Los Angeles when I was young", and of the viy talent show that she heard about in school. She remembered a lot, and the more she thought about it, the more certain she became.
No matter good or bad, I want to live another life. My life cannot be like this
¡°I¡¯m going to Los Angeles.¡±
Under the dark sky at night, Moody found Jim on the porch of the farm house. The cold wind was blowing, the skyline was blurred in darkness, and everything looked like a mess.
Jim was smoking a cigarette, and the smoke he exhaled mixed with his breath and dissipated in the cold wind, "What are you going to do in Los Angeles?"
"I want to be an actor." Modi looked into the distance, but she couldn't see anything clearly. The ice slag falling from the eaves hit the back of her neck, which was very cold.
"You can become an actor if you go to Los Angeles?" Jim looked at her and took another drag on his cigarette, "What kind of actor? A pornographic film actor?"
Mo Di told him seriously: "Ye Wei, you know him, right? Ye Wei is going to hold a talent show for him.Three of his new films cast teenage actresses. I'm going to try it out, maybe I can get some chance. "Her eyes flashed with hope and yearning.
"Ye Wei?" Jim laughed mockingly, "How are you going to make him like you? Suck his genius cock? There are more people than you can suck! Have you ever had sex?"
He shook his head, "Who in this town doesn't know who you are? Timid, introverted, shyer than a deer, and you want to be an actor?" He threw the cigarette butt onto the snow, stepped on it with his foot, and looked towards She remained silent, "Stop daydreaming."
"I'm going to give it a try." Moody whispered, "We don't have money to go to college. I don't want to stay here all my life. I want to be an actor. Jim, I'm going to give it a try."
"You don't know how to perform!" Jim was about to slap her, "You've never even been on the school stage, so what will happen if you go to participate?"
"I understand. My mother taught me. I practice every day. I also read some performance books in the school library. I understand." Modi's soft voice was firm.
Jim still shook his head: "Someone knows better than you what a bullshit talent show." He took a few steps back and forth, his nose turned red like rosacea, and suddenly he cursed her: "Ye Wei? Go to school and try to raise 500,000 yuan." , let¡¯s see if people will laugh to death, those are rich kids! They make movies for fun, you? You will die on the streets!¡±
"I have to try." Mody was determined and left here, "Even if it doesn't work, I won't come back. I want to stay in Los Angeles."
"Where's the money? Did the money fall from the sky?" Jim looked at her coldly.
"I will find a job, waiter, delivery person I can always find it if I look for it." It's not that I don't have a plan. In fact, Modi has thought about it for a long time, with a look of fascination on his face, "Then I will work hard to develop an acting career. I checked , first attend auditions and performances, get a job, sign with an agent, and then"
"You're daydreaming!" Jim didn't know how to scold him, he picked up his cigarette irritably, "You're daydreaming."
"It's a daydream, I know it's a daydream" Modi looked down at the snow, the cold wind about to blow away her tears, "I know, I know. But if I stay here, I will never have a chance. , I go to Los Angeles, it¡¯s still possible. I can¡¯t stay here anymore¡ I really can¡¯t stay here anymore¡¡±
Jim smoked cigarettes in silence, one after another. The night sky became darker and darker, and there were several cigarette butts on the snow. "Are you sure you want to go?"
Seeing her gently nodding, he took another puff of cigarette, his acne-marked face expressionless, "Don't let that old beast know, he won't let you go. Mom left us three thousand yuan, and I haven't spent it yet. You Take it all, I have five or six hundred yuan, and I will borrow some from others to make up the five thousand, and I will give it to you for a trip, and I will come back when it is all spent.¡±
¡°Don¡¯t borrow money, just give me half of mom¡¯s money.¡± Modi was already choked with sobs when she found out about this.
"Shut up." Jim said in a deep voice, "I have never been to Los Angeles. I have been as far as Salt Lake City. I don't know anyone. Five thousand dollars is enough for you to settle down by yourself." He sat on the steps beside the porch and vomited. Looking at the smoke, "Be careful in everything, big cities are not like here."
Modi nodded repeatedly, tears falling continuously.
"Don't go out at night." Jim said thoughtfully, but couldn't say anything for a long time. He was a country boy at all. "Buy a mobile phone. I will take you to buy it tomorrow. Come back when you run out of money No matter what What do you think, don¡¯t take drugs now, you¡¯ll be finished if you take drugs.¡±
"I won't." Modi nodded again.
¡°If it doesn¡¯t work, come back.¡± Jim murmured these words, ¡°If it doesn¡¯t work, come back.¡±
"Jim, why don't you go to Los Angeles to make a living? Let's go together." Modi was so excited by this idea that she even wanted to find her mother. She felt that her mother was in Los Angeles.
"I won't go." Jim shook his head, shaking the cigarette ashes in his hand, "I don't like big cities." - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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