Movie Master

Emma looked at Lance in front of her. There was a touch of indifference between the sparse brows. There was no negative emotion or positive emotion. It was just calm without fluctuations, but it was tinged with a layer of coldness, and suddenly changed Being so unfamiliar, the distance between the two of them was sharply opened, which made Emma stunned.

Emma wanted to get angry, but her subconscious told her: They were strangers, and they had nothing to do with each other. But... this thought could not suppress the restlessness in her heart at all, she was just rejecting Lance's cruelty, as if she couldn't wait to get rid of her, and opened the distance between them, as if... as if those who treated her The incomparably precious memory has no meaning at all.

After all, Emma couldn't hold back, and yelled at Lance, "You are obviously a good person, but why do you always act like a jerk?"

Lance's expression remained unchanged, but the tail of his eyebrows slightly moved. This is the second time tonight, the second time he heard Emma say this. He said in a deep voice, "Maybe I am."

This answer made Emma stunned, but she didn't understand what it meant. In the end, she could only snatch the room card from Lance's hand in frustration, and trotted around Lance towards the hotel lobby. After entering the lobby, Emma couldn't help but stop, turned around, and looked at Lance's tall and straight back, looming under the dark blue night sky, as if he would completely merge with the night at any time .

Emma looked down at the card in her hand, stomped her feet again in annoyance, ran out again, and shouted, "Hey!" Lance had already sat in the taxi again at this time, and was about to close the door and lift the car. Looking at Emma at the beginning, Emma paused, and then shouted, "Thank you!" After thinking about it carefully, she said again, "Also, I'm sorry!"

Lance's hand movements paused for a moment, but he didn't say anything, and then he closed the car door directly. The taxi drove off immediately.

Emma stood there, the night wind was getting stronger and stronger, as if it could blow her away at any time, but she didn't move, just watched the taxi gradually disappear into the night. Then, Emma grabbed her head in frustration, very dissatisfied with her performance just now, completely dissatisfied, completely dissatisfied!

Looking back at the Hilton Hotel behind her, Emma's brain finally came to her senses, and she finally understood what stupid thing she had done.

What happened to her, what happened to her? She lied to her mother that she was staying at a friend's house, but in fact, she secretly went to the Sunset Tower Hotel to wait, but what was it for? Was it just to meet Lance? Even she knew it was too incredible, but she still went to the Sunset Tower Hotel with an impulse.

When she actually saw Lance, her rationality was completely shattered by the excitement, and she was like an unreasonable lunatic, blindly stalking. Not only did she not get down to a good conversation with Lance - for God's sake, it was their first serious conversation, and it was a total disaster; , always centering on herself, taking it for granted that he should remember her, treat her differently, and repay her excitement...

But in fact, he and her only had a few predestined relationships. He didn't understand her, and she didn't understand him either. But she actually rushed into his taxi reluctantly, at one o'clock in the middle of the night, and then sent herself to a stranger like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth. If he is really a jerk, he can have countless ways to make her regret it. Even if he takes himself home, she probably won't have any objections, and no one knows what will happen afterwards; but on the contrary, he didn't, he Not only did I send myself to the Hilton - security concerns were definitely taken care of, but I didn't ask too much about my own story, and remained a gentleman throughout.

And what about her return? Crankiness, anger, impatience, provocation, impulsiveness, whining, cursing...not even a serious "thank you" in person.

He's not an asshole, she is.

Emma covered her cheeks in frustration, she hated herself more than ever before, "Damn God! Emma Stone! You're a stupid adolescent girl whose head is clogged with hormones, and even the most basic I can’t tell the difference between the black and the white! God! God! God!” Emma yelled up to the sky irritably, wishing that time could turn back, and then her performance would be different, completely different.

"Miss Stone?" A voice came from behind, making Emma jump up in fright, and the foul words in her mouth couldn't help but burst out, "A pile of dog/shit!" Turning around, Emma said I saw a staff member in uniform standing at the door of the hotel, with an embarrassed expression on his face, "The gentleman just said, please go back to the room as soon as possible to ensure your safety. I must make sure you go back to the room. I Gave him my promise."

It was only then that Emma realized that her complaints just now had been heard by the staff member. She was so embarrassed that her hands and feet curled up. She was already ashamed enough today. This is definitely the most embarrassing day in her life—maybe it can be ranked The second place, the champion is still the first meeting between her and Lance. Thinking of this, Emma's cheeks suddenly became hot, almost on fire.

"Ahem." Emma coughed twice, pretending to be calm and said, "Don't worry, I'll be right here."

The staff nodded politely, and then retreated into the hotel lobby. After watching the other party go in, Emma clenched her fists and screamed hoarsely into the air, "Grass! Grass! Grass!" After the silent vulgar words vented all the anger in her heart, she recovered. After returning to normal, she showed a ladylike smile to the staff who turned around again, and walked in quickly.

After the door of the room was closed, Emma rested her head weakly against the wall of the doorway, facing the wall and thinking.

But after carefully recalling the whole process of tonight, Emma realized that after she saw Lance, everything swept like a tornado, she completely lost her mind, she was not herself at all, all of her Her emotions, all actions, all behaviors were out of control, and she acted... nothing like herself, a complete stranger.

"Or, madman."

Emma twitched her lips mockingly. After finally being able to talk face-to-face with Lance, this time it was no longer a few fragmented sentences, but a real conversation, but her performance completely ruined everything. "However, at least I have completed my self-introduction." Emma comforted herself like this, but then she thought again, "Did he hear that?"

Thinking back to her self-introduction, Emma only felt that her cheeks that hadn't cooled off were about to turn red again. God, that was the stupidest and most embarrassing self-introduction she had ever seen. She might as well just say insanely, "You really Handsome", at least this is an undeniable fact.

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Why is she acting like a bewildered nympho, like one of those little girls at school on hormones, she's not like that, she never was, she has her own dreams, she has her own goals, she has With her own persistence, she has always focused her energy on her dream of being an actor. So... what happened to her performance today?

"Oh, my God!" Emma straightened up suddenly, completely stupefied with shock, "Could I have fallen in love with him? No, no, no, it's impossible! We've only met three times—plus It's only four meetings today, and...and he's an old man! God, he's an old man!" Emma couldn't help leaning forward, and then hit her forehead hard against the wall, making a "bang" There was a muffled sound, the pain made her grin her teeth, and all the muscles in her body tightened.

Emma rubbed her red forehead, walked back to the room quickly, and threw her whole body into the soft big bed, "Even if he is an old man, he is also a handsome old man." This idea jumped like a spark Come out, and then she quickly shook her head vigorously, "No, no, it's impossible! That's absolutely impossible!"

Emma sat up straight straight away, "Yes, this is impossible! I just...uh, thank him, yes, he has helped me so many times, I must express my gratitude, this is a basic etiquette; And... and..." Emma took off her shoes, entered the bathroom barefoot, and kept circling in the bathroom, "Yes! And he is a very good director, 'The God of God' City' is indeed a fantastic movie, and it would be awesome to be in one of his films! Yes, that's it! A talented director who just happened to help me a few times, and I express my Thank you. Boom! That's it!"

Thinking of this, Emma finally let out a long breath. But thinking of her bad attitude tonight, she couldn't help feeling a headache again, sitting by the bathtub and biting her thumbnail, "He is a mature old man, so he won't care about me, right? Maybe ...Maybe he doesn't remember who I am at all. Yes, after tonight he won't, definitely, absolutely, 100%!"

Emma's mood finally became lighter, and then she noticed the scale of the bathroom. The spacious bathroom is almost bigger than her living room, and there is a bathtub behind her. Let's go to the bar together, now it's my turn to enjoy it." Emma happily began humming, her mood was like bubbles, and she began to rise slowly.

Emma can rest assured that Lance really didn't care about what happened tonight. After leaving the Hilton Hotel, he left Emma behind him, as if nothing happened just now.

The night of the Oscars is getting darker and darker, and the noise, bustle, and noise have all entered history. A new chapter, here again.