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- There don't seem to be any telephone poles in Los Angeles.
This place is not like Paradise Town, which is full of farms, fences, fences, agricultural vehicles, and old telephone poles standing on the roadside in front of every house, with wires pulled from the poles; nor is it like those in Hailun City, which are all one-story high. For residential buildings, the front lawn is just a lawn, and there are also telephone poles.
Mody didn¡¯t find any telephone poles here, but there were so many street lights, trash cans and trees.
After saying goodbye to Mr. Conrad, she did not go to Santa Monica to see the sea. She immediately started looking for a place to live and prepare for tomorrow's audition.
Now she still has 742 yuan in hand, 242 yuan is in cash. This feeling is very bad, and she can no longer spend money randomly.
No matter how cheap a hotel is, it costs more than 70 or 80 US dollars a night. Mody can't afford it. Fortunately, the day before coming to Los Angeles, I found a type of hotel called a family hotel on the Internet. Most of them only cost 10-15 US dollars a night. In the evening, some also provide a breakfast called bed+breakfast, which is really suitable for her.
Until she finds a cheap place to live and a stable job, she has to stay in a family hotel. Jim has said many times to pay attention to safety. The Internet also said that the public security in some places in Los Angeles is not good, such as downtown, Koreatown, South Los Angeles, etc. After dark, Try not to go out.
I heard that viy lives in Brentwood, which is a wealthy area in the west of Los Angeles. I haven¡¯t found a family hotel there. Also, the family living there doesn¡¯t need to earn this kind of money.
Mody found this bed+breakfast family hotel called "The Big Room" from a poster. It is located in Oakwood, south of Hollywood and west of Koreatown. The owners of the hotel are an old white couple. On the phone He was very enthusiastic and said that there are still beds. It costs 10 US dollars a night, a breakfast, and free water and electricity. It's really good.
When we arrived at Oakwood, it was still around 3 pm. I think Mr. Conrad was buying audition clothes. I wonder what kind of evening wear it would be?
She likes Lily Collins¡¯s white dress, which feels so beautiful, but Mr. Conrad is a professional, leave it to him to do the best.
In Moody's opinion, Oakwood is a wealthy community. The clean tree-lined roads are lined with big evergreen trees. Those old palm trees are as tall as buildings. There are all kinds of cars parked on both sides of the road. Although the houses are very close to each other, most of them are two stories high and very beautifully built. They should be of different architectural styles.
The same is true for the "big house". The wide front lawn, the three-story house with yellow tiles and white walls, and the exquisite patterns on the sills of the classical windows make it look like a palace.
Moody walked up the steps holding her duffel bag. The more she looked at the house, the more incredible she became. Breakfast was provided for only 10 dollars, so she could live in such a nice house.
Ding bell, she rang the doorbell, full of nervousness.
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The brilliant night sky lights up Brentwood.
"You can't roll your eyes, you can't frown, you can't purse your lips, you can't grin, you can't act with your eyes. What should I do?"
Since being scolded by Wei yesterday morning until now, Emma has not found a way.
After the lecture, she kept busy. She walked around the house by herself and then left sullenly. I was really angry yesterday, so I went to Rodeo Drive to buy a bunch of new autumn and winter clothes, and walked away with five bags before I finally calmed down.
Dressing up is much simpler than performing. A blue denim jacket paired with a white pleated dress will be a+. It is also much simpler than music. At the end of September last year, the studio album "unfabulo" was released, "unfabulo-and-more". The performance was average and I no longer plan to continue my music career.
In fact, music has never been her expectation for her future, and she can¡¯t write songs! I have tried to learn how to write songs and lyrics, and my head hurts just thinking about it.
¡°If she could only do two things in her life, she would choose reading and acting, not falling in love and getting married.
But now she is really hit. Of course she understands that Wei will not scold her for no reason. Every time what he says, even if it is unpleasant at the time, it will always be right afterward. Her performance is really not good enough, but I don¡¯t know what to do. Emma Ruth Roberts, think about it!
In the spacious and elegant girls¡¯ bedroom, several rows of bookshelves stand against the wall. At the dressing table opposite, Emma, ??wearing pajamas, is looking at herself in the mirror, trying to make a depressed expression.
In the past, she would roll her eyes, purse one corner of her mouth, and lower her head slightly, looking very frustrated.
Now you can only lower your head slightly, but you can also lower your head slightly if you are happy or angry. These are just body movements, what about facial expressions? !
Emma is making various attempts, adjusting her face little by little, making her eyes look dazedit looks normal no matter what
"This is impossible." After trying for a while, she finally let out a long sigh and lowered her head to the dressing table. This was definitely frustrating enough. With a whimper, she raised her head and continued practicing, I saw Chui Ji lying in the doghouse over there in the mirror. At this moment, I really envied him for being naturally depressed.
Not every Chihuahua has this ability. When Chui Ji opens his big eyes and closes his mouth, he looks very depressed and cute!
Stranger is different. As a cat, he has the unique laziness and arrogance of cats. He seems to despise humans all day long.
??Concentrate! No matter how difficult it is, you have to practice, because there is no greater wish than to be the heroine of a viy movie!
The night outside the window was gradually getting darker, and Emma felt that she had reached her limit before falling asleep.
"Wei, I'm trapped." She lay on her side on the classic single bed, stroking Twiggy with one hand, and talking to Wei on her cell phone with Stranger sleeping on the bookshelf over there.
"My performance needs to improve, but according to your request, I can't make any expressions, I can only perform with a poker face. How can this be done? Can you give me a hint?"
Wei's serious voice came from the mobile phone: "It's okay if you can't make any expressions. If you can still complete the performance without any expressions, congratulations, you are a truly excellent actor. I can't tell you more." Yes, you have to make a breakthrough on your own, Emma, ??I¡¯m still busy with the script, so I don¡¯t have time to talk on the phone.¡±
After a few words, the call ended.
Emma whined and lay down on her back, stamped her feet on the soft mattress, pulled the thin quilt to cover herself, and kissed Twiggy, "Good night, Twiggy, good night, Stranger."
"Woof." Cui Ji barked. At first it was the result of training, but later it probably understood that this is etiquette and responded to good night. It¡¯s so cute.
Get a good sleep first and think about it tomorrow.
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Oakwood at night, the "Big Room" family hotel, the windows are dimly lit.
There are a total of five rooms and a small living room for rent here. Two rooms are double rooms and the other three rooms are triple rooms. They have all been rented out for a long time. Several couples and friends live as long-term tenants, all on the second and third floors; There are seven beds in the living room upstairs, and there are a total of twenty beds in the house.
The living room is occupied by short-term tourists, including those staying for one or two nights, or those staying for a week, and it is already fully occupied.
When you look out, the house is very big. When you live in the living room, the house is very narrow. Seven single wooden beds with only one person standing are distributed in the hall. There is a small wooden cabinet next to each bed to put your luggage. The ceiling The chandelier exudes dim light, illuminating the crowded living room.
Moody was sleeping sideways on the bed by the window, with her back against the wall, covered tightly with a white quilt, still wearing her daytime clothes, and her eyes were alertly paying attention to the surrounding situation.
It wasn't like this when she checked in in the afternoon, but now the other six passengers in the beds are young and middle-aged men, two whites, one black, and three Latinos. Among them are interlopers like her, illegal immigrants, and tramp. The landlord and his wife told her to be careful and to scream if anything happened.
It was past 11 o'clock in the evening. From the hotel's stipulated sleeping time of 10:30 until now, Moody had not closed her eyes. Every time she closed her eyes, there would be a sudden sound, which made her open her eyes in shock.
The living room seemed to be quiet, and her eyes could naturally see the middle-aged Latin man on the bed opposite. He stood up on one foot, and the quilt was slightly undulating, and he seemed to be coming from time to time.
Suddenly she was startled. The white man on the bed under her feet began to snore: "Huh, huh" She was no stranger to snoring. On nights after her father drank, snoring could be heard in the cabin, but Now this unfamiliar snoring sound was rising and falling, making it uncomfortable to listen to.
Suddenly someone stood up from the bed in the distance. She grasped a Swiss Army Knife in her right hand and her cell phone in her left hand. Her wallet was hidden tightly in her jacket. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the person was walking towards the bathroom.
"Little girl?" A low voice came from the Latin man opposite. He was looking at him, his mustache twitching, "Little girl?"
¡°Sir?¡± Mody responded softly in confusion. She couldn't understand what gesture the man made, "Excuse me?" The man said in a strong South American accent: "You give me a blow-job, and I'll give you 50 yuan, how about it?" Modi suddenly swung. His face was red, he was frightened, frightened, and flustered. He was so frightened that he said anxiously: "No! Sir, I don't do those things. I'm not I'm a Mormon"
Like most people in her hometown, she was a Mormon. But Jim said not to talk nonsense about his faith outside, because the outside world has many misunderstandings about Mormonism, such as polygamy. Mormonism has long abolished polygamy. Only some extreme areas still practice it, not her. There.
The Latin man didn¡¯t seem to understand the meaning of touching r and n, so he just smiled lewdly and said, ¡°Don¡¯t you want to do it, just use your hands? Oh, good night, little girl, go to sleep.¡±
Modi¡¯s blue eyes opened wider, a layer of cold sweat broke out on her forehead, her eyes wandered around, listening to the louder snoring, breathing the air with inevitable body odor, this is not a single body odor, it is a mixture Lots of disgusting odor.
She wanted to fall asleep. She hadn't slept much since the day before yesterday. She couldn't sleep at home, and she couldn't sleep on the bus. If she didn't get a good sleep today, her mental outlook would be very bad tomorrow. Let Viy check But how could she close her eyes? Eye, here, here
Tears are about to burst out, don¡¯t cry! I can see viy at noon tomorrow. Mom¡¯s money brings luck. I will show off my acting talents tomorrow
No matter whether you will be favored by viy or not, you must find another family hotel with a separate room, or a room with several girls.
This night is particularly long, and the dark night outside the window seems to never pass.
I don't know how long it took, but Modi was still paying attention to any slight movement in the living room. Who got up and walked around, who turned around, who coughed, who pressed the phone and there was a very light clicking sound, and There were sounds outside the house, including the occasional vehicle passing by, and several distant dog barks.
When she was a child, the farm still raised sheep, and the family had a Scottish shepherd named Perry. Later, the farm stopped raising sheep, and Perry was sold by her father. A few days later, Pelli was hit and killed by someone's car while sneaking back to the small town. She remembered that Jim held Pelli's body and cried for a day. From then on, he was different.
Perhaps thinking of Perry, Moody's tense nerves gradually relaxed a little, sleepiness came over her, and she closed her eyes unconsciously.
Everything is hazy, as if asleep, but also as if not.
There are all kinds of voices and thoughts that cannot be dispelled in my mind. I don¡¯t know if this is a dream or my imagination:
She was lucky enough to have lunch with Ye Wei. He said something very interesting and she was laughing, not knowing how to answer him.
She told Ye Wei that she had been a fan of his since "Dance of Angels". She thought he was great and admired him very much. She told Ye Wei that she had been practicing acting since she was a child, but she had not received any formal teaching. She was taught by her mother and learned the wild tricks herself. This was her first audition and she asked him to give him more advice
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Suddenly, there was a heavy sound, and Moody woke up. She opened her eyes suddenly and saw bright light. It was already Saturday morning. There were people getting up around her. The bed opposite was already empty. The Latin man got up.
With the knife and mobile phone still in her hands, she immediately touched the wallet in her jacket and found it was still there!
"Guests, wake up time, wake up time." The landlord, a white-haired old man, shouted while patrolling, "If anyone wants to renew the bed, do it early. There are more customers on weekends than usual."
Modi sat up and got out of bed, blinking her sleepy eyes, unable to stop yawning, and was not ready to renew the bed.
Everyone can take a shower for 3 minutes in the early morning, which is equivalent to showering the body with water and changing clothes. Additional showers cost money. Modi opened the door under the bedside table and was about to take out the duffel bag inside, but her brows immediately wrinkled. Where is the duffel bag?
She panicked, looked at the people walking around, and shouted hurriedly: "Sorry, my duffel bag is missing!"
Everyone was stunned in place. The old landlord also frowned and asked loudly: "This little girl has lost her luggage bag. Have you seen it?" The passengers looked at each other, shaking their heads and saying that they didn't know. Di blushed with anxiety, and the old landlord came over and asked, "What's in there?"
"Some clothes, maps, some information about Los Angeles, and some small things" Mody was completely confused, "All my clothes are in there."
At this time, the old landlady came from the dining hall after hearing the sound. Her face wrinkled after hearing the sound, and she exclaimed: "The South American named Chanoas must have stolen it. He disappeared early in the morning."
At the same time, everyone was checking their luggage. In fact, it was not much. No one else was missing anything, only Modi. She said blankly: "There is nothing valuable in it, why did he steal my duffel bag"
"That's your wallet? Do you have little money?" the old landlord asked.
"I've been hiding it close to my body." Modi shook his head and opened the wallet in his hand to take a look.
The old landlady sighed: "Oh girl, those thieves are so clever." Her words made Modi's heart sink, and she had already seen the situation in the wallet. The bank card and other documents were still there, and the two hundred Many pieces of cash were all missing. Her eyes suddenly filled with tears, "How is it possible? I have been hiding it"
No one could answer her, and no one could help her. Although most of the residents looked sympathetic, heThe reason why we live here is because we have no money and no one can help us. If something is stolen from a resident, it is the landlord's responsibility.
The old couple kept cursing the Latin man, and finally said that something had been stolen from her, and they refunded her $10 rent last night and paid her $50 in compensation. The old woman also gave her a set of old clothes for her to change, and a kind-hearted female tenant gave her a set of old underwear.
When taking a bath in the shower room, Modi discovered that her hair on the side of her right ear was sticky. It smelled very stinky after washing. She could guess what it was
She felt dirty. She didn¡¯t feel Susie was dirty, but she felt dirty. She wanted to cut off all her hair, but she still had to audition, find a job, and audition today.
Moody shed a lot of tears silently, and her tears fell to the ground with the water sprayed from the shower head, and she didn't know where to go.
Everything is not that bad. I was able to meet Ye Wei at noon on the second day after arriving in Los Angeles. I was already very lucky. Maybe it was because I was overly lucky that I regained such balance.
Breakfast was two pieces of home-made toast. When she left the "big house", she did not renew her bed reservation. She was determined to spend more money to live in a safer and more stable place. However, including the deposit, she only had 4,260 yuan left. , we should save more money in other aspects.
The agreed time was 11:30, and before 10 o'clock, Mody took the bus to the wide vestibule outside the main entrance of the Chinese Theater on Hollywood Boulevard.
The weather is as bright as yesterday, but there are more weekend tourists than yesterday. People are coming and going on the Avenue of Stars. Some people stop to take pictures, some are stepping on the handprints and footprints of the stars, some are laughing excitedly, and some are buying drinks at the drink stalls. Very lively.
Moody was standing by the drink stall, wearing an old T-shirt and jeans given to her by the old woman, as well as her best light blue jacket. In her right hand, she held an orange Walmart shopping bag containing the only remaining set of clothes she had changed into. . She watched the traffic in the outer lane, waiting for the gray utility vehicle.
Time gradually passed, and she checked her phone several times. It was 10:30, 10:45, and 11:00, so she sent a text message to Mr. Conrad in the address book: "Hello, Mr. Conrad, I am Mo." Dee Symington, I'm waiting in front of the Chinese Theater."
Ten minutes passed, and there was still no reply to the letter or call. Mr. Conrad was very busy, so just wait.
Moody paid attention to the passing cars and the girls around her, wondering if they were also going to audition, but no one stopped for long. She suddenly worried about a question. Although she could see everything in front of the Chinese Theater, could she not be standing here?
He pressed the phone again and sent a text message: "Hello Mr. Conrad, this is Maudie Symington. Where can I wait in front of the Chinese Theater?"
Another ten minutes passed and there was no reply. It was 11:20, 11:25, and 11:30. At the agreed time, 11:35 and 11:40, the GM vehicle was not seen.
Mr. Conrad was so busy that it was understandable that he would be late. But for some reason, she became a little uneasy. At 11:45, she called Mr. Conrad. She held the phone to her left ear with her left hand and listened. A female voice:
¡°ber-tempt-have-reached-has-been-disconnected-or-is-no-longer-is-É«rvice.
If-feel-have-reached-this-recording-in-error, please-check-the-number-and-try-call-again. "
Shut down or have an empty account? There was a buzz in Modi's mind, and she immediately felt dizzy. How could it be that the input was wrong, the input was wrong! Ignoring the tourists around her, she hurriedly took out her wallet from her pocket and then took out her precious business card. She entered the number 2136437915 into her phone one by one and then called.
She looked at the endless traffic, her heart ached with nervousness, "ber"
With her hands and fingers trembling, she proofread the business card again and dialed, 2136437915. There was nothing wrong. There was absolutely nothing wrong.
¡°We¡¯re-sorry¡¡¡±
¡°We¡¯re-sorry¡¡¡±
¡°We¡¯re-sorry¡¡¡±
Can¡¯t get through, the other party has turned off the phone, or it¡¯s an empty number. Did something happen to Mr. Conrad?
Mo Di¡¯s face turned pale, and he called the number of Dream Casting Company on the business card, 2135166209, that¡¯s right.
¡°We¡¯re-sorry¡¡¡±
¡°We¡¯re-sorry¡¡¡±
Can't get through either.
Moody looked around blankly. There were many people on the Avenue of Stars, but she couldn't see that face. There were many cars in the driveway, but she couldn't see that GM. She typed two numbers over and over again, hearing that sentence over and over again. "We're-sorry", 12:00, 12:30, 13:00 lunch time is passing.
The midday sun was shining fiercely in the sky. Most of the pedestrians wore hats and sunglasses. The girl at the drink stall was a little shaky.
13:30, 13:45. 14:00.
No show up, it¡¯s fake, the number is fake, Dream Chasing Casting Company is fake, Lucky is fake, purchasing clothes is fake, it¡¯s all fake¡
That man is not Ye Wei¡¯s casting director, he¡¯s fake
¡°We¡¯re-sorry¡¡¡±
The hand that was holding the phone trembled, and Modi was trembling all over. Suddenly, he no longer had the strength to stand, so he couldn't help but squat down, and collapsed on the marble of the Avenue of Stars.
Just like that, right in front of the theater where "Little Miss Sunshine" premiered, she burst into tears.
It¡¯s all fake.
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Santa Monica in the afternoon.
Stella sent her resume to Ye Wei¡¯s casting team via email last night, which was no different from the normal way. Because she gave viy a business card, she had another expectation. Maybe Ye Wei was just pretending to be serious because those two people were there, so he called her later to invite her to spend the night together?
No, Ye Wei didn¡¯t call, and no one called. Ye Wei didn't show up at the Sweet Courtyard Restaurant again today. It was already a miracle that he showed up once.
After getting off work at three o'clock on Saturday afternoon, Stella went to the beach to enjoy the sun, sand, sea and sea breeze. This was probably the only enjoyment she could have with those celebrities.
The beach was full of tourists, and she finally found a relatively quiet spot. She spread out the beach cloth she brought and sat down facing the sea.
Not far away sat a girl with long brown-blond hair, looking at the sea with an expressionless face. The girl's clothes are very old and tacky, but she has a pair of beautiful - 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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