Chapter 910

"Mila, you can move forward a little bit..."

In an indoor studio in Hollywood, the girl of the boa constrictor is undergoing an audition. According to the requirements of the crew's photographers, Mira, wearing short hot pants and a small white vest, straddles her long legs and kneels on a plastic fake turf She put her upper body forward in accordance with the words, and her legs were lifted up, as if she would break the package of ultra short hot pants at any time.

A very seductive posture, she entered the modeling industry since childhood, she is familiar with it.

"Yes, very good, very good..."

The photographer adjusted the camera, then picked up the small camera hanging around her neck and kept pressing the shutter around her. "Rain, I need rain."

"It's going to be a little cold." Next to the staff opened a special water spray awning, "heavy rain" fell from Mila's head.

"It's OK. I'll take it as a print advertisement." Mira smiles, constantly changing the angle of her face, discharging into the camera and camera lens.

Everyone in the studio, including her female agent, laughed. "You're professional, Mila, but there's more to the audition." Casting director, a middle-aged bald Latino, stares at her chest.

"Well."

Mira glanced down. The white vest was wet by the rain, and gradually stuck to her body. She began to protrude.

Although she is used to it, she still sighs slightly. The disaster of boa constrictor is a R-grade horror film. Anyway, the target audience is an adult group. According to the common practice of Hollywood, she should make color in the movie by the way. The female second is a good candidate.

Under the gaze of the men, she is calm, which is nothing. The fifth element female owner also has similar requirements and wears less.

"All right, turn it off and get ready for the next part."

Finally satisfied, the photographer and the casting director got together to talk in a low voice.

When the rain stopped, the woman agent rushed forward to hold Mira up and wrapped her with a large towel.

"Thank you." Mila wiped her wet body and long hair up and down.

"Mr. Rosa Is he not coming? " The female agent took the opportunity to ask the staff nearby.

Luis Rosa, Peru's national treasure level director, once directed the cannonball expert starring Stallone. He is the director of this crazy boa disaster.

The other party shook his head blankly, "may have been delayed by something." When the casting director heard this, he looked at his watch and said, "don't worry. He will watch the audition video."

"Well, the next scene is ready." The photographer clapped and urged.

The audition for the line part was in the last round. Today, it seems that all the auditions are about the body expression part. The progress is so fast that she doesn't even give the makeup time. Mila returns the towel to the female agent, gathers her long wet hair and walks to the corner of the studio.

"Find, panic, fear, and run away Do you remember all the scripts? " Asked the casting director.

"Of course." Mila nodded.

"OK, get ready." The photographer took the machine off the tripod and put it on his shoulder. "Get ready, wait, wait OK，Action！”

At his command, Mila immediately entered the state, her thumbs in her hot pants pocket, relaxed, and walked around like ordinary tourists.

"Pa!" The male on the side palmed his chin.

She turned her head and looked at it. Then, as if she had seen some monster, her face twisted and froze in place. A few seconds later, she burst into a scream and ran away.

The staff member ran after her.

Ah! Ah! " From time to time, she turned back and screamed. Then she fell down on the turf. She curled up and continued to scream at the "monster" who was chasing her. She crawled back in panic, occasionally pushing her long legs toward each other.

"Card!" The photographer stopped.

"Very good, miss Jovovich." The male staff member grinned and pulled her up.

"Thank you." Mira smiles at him, focusing on the photographer and casting director.

"Not bad Full score for action processing Expression There are some deficiencies... "

The intermittent conversation came to her.

"Try one more time." The photographer frowned and came up to her and said, "remember the scene in the script about the cabin?"

"No problem."

She went to the corner again and stood still. Anyway, she played the stereotypical female character who only screamed in the horror film. With the staff clapping her chin again, she widened her eyes to make herself look more scared. Then she continued to escape, screaming and escaping

After escaping to the background board behind the turf, she took it as a wall. She put her back and hands against the background board and "hid" it. She took a big breath and put her head over the "corner" to see.

She was very confident in this part, because there were similar plays in the fifth element script. She practiced for a long time, and Luc Besson personally gave a lot of guidance.

"I didn't explain the details of the door closing..."Unexpectedly, the casting director muttered, "but Well, that's it. Thank you for coming, Mila He held out his hand.

"Shall I do it again?" Mila shook hands and offered something.

"It's OK. It's just a small problem. The audition result may be a few days later. I'll inform you later."

The casting director looked at his watch and announced, "that's all for today. Let's get off work."

It turned out that she was the last audition, and the field staff cheered.

"To the Italian restaurant nearby?"

The casting director invited, "we are used to going there after work to get together and fill our stomachs."

"Nearby? Which one? " Mila asked.

"Just two blocks, the corner one." The casting director replied.

Mira misunderstood, "did he ask you out, too?"

"He? Who? " The casting director asked blankly.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I have another appointment, or Another chance? " Mila declined.

"All right, all right."

The casting director laughs in his heart. He has seen too many audition actors who are too defensive. He plays this trick Think I want to sneak you or something? Ha ha, when the United States did not know that you had been blocked by the French? What's the big deal.

Regardless of her, it's her who doesn't fit in. The casting director calls friends and takes familiar crew members to the parking lot to get into their cars. After that, when the photographers are finished, several cars will start together.

"What's the matter?"

When I arrived at the old place, I saw a line of black Mercedes cars parked on the roadside outside the Italian restaurant, and a stop business sign was hung at the door.

"What to do?" The photographer poked his head out of the back car and said, "didn't you make a reservation?"

"Go to the cafe."

It's true that there are no reservations, but there are always empty seats in this restaurant, the casting director replied. As he drove past the intersection and waited for the red light, he saw in his rearview mirror the ex girlfriend of aplus and Luc Besson, the daughter of a former billionaire and financial fraud magnate, a former singer, the successor of ex poche, and former celebrity and model Mira Jovovich.

Yeah? She seems to have sent the agent away, too? The black man put on a pair of sunglasses and stood at the door of the dining room.

"Bodyguard? It seems that the restaurant has been chartered. The owner of this restaurant told me last time that he never did. Oh! After all, the past stars are also stars. "

The casting director sighs in silence. In fact, he doesn't want to sneak into Mira, but that kind of girl It's not really what the Hollywood Latino can think about. Have you made a new boyfriend? Is that "he" that Mila just said?

He studied the row of Mercedes Benz outside. It didn't look like the battle of Columbia film executives. Before he guessed, the green light was on.

"Sit down."

Song Ya opened her chair gentlemanly and watched her ex girlfriend take off her coat. Today, she was wearing a light pink off the shoulder evening dress. She was still tall and white. Because the baby was fat, her face was sharper and more magnificent. With big red lips, she felt that it was the peak of another style of beauty.

"Thank you, Mike."

Mila recognized old Mike, who was helping her with her coat. "Long time no see."

Her personality is much better. Only her eyes remain unchanged. Song Ya remembers that when she first met her, she was fascinated by these emerald eyes

"Yes, long time no see, miss Jovovich." Old Mike was kind and smiling and took his coat to press the heads of the cooks who were looking out from the back of the kitchen.

"What's the matter?" Mila sat down and found Sonya's gaze.

"Nothing. You're still beautiful, Mila."

Song Ya raised his hand and asked the waiter to pour wine and sat opposite her. "How was the audition today?"

"Ah, well, how to say that?" Mila picked up the glass and sipped. "I made a mistake. There's a closing action in the script. It's when I hide in the hut All in all, I forgot all about it

She chattered, and her manner, manner, manner, and manner were no longer the shadow of the girl who would lose her temper and yell at any time, nor the indifference and decadence of smoking alone against the corner of the wall when she saw her in Miami. How to say it, she was more cheerful and completely familiar.

"Thank you." The waiter put the first dish of alanqini in front of her. She said thanks and ate without affectation. "I'm sorry, I'm so hungry."

"Eat more. I haven't been to this restaurant. Is the taste OK?"

"Well, very good."

The two inevitably talked about the time after the break-up. "Treasury agents, if I hated anyone at that time, they even sneaked through my trash can."

"How is your father doing?" Song Ya asked.

"That's it. Anyway, it's still early to get out of prison I don't often visit him. He is the same as before. He never misses every opportunity to ask for money from me. He is tearful and says pitifully. But I have inquired that he has a comfortable double room in it, and there are no violent criminals in the same prison district. ""Are you still giving him money?"

"No, no more." At this point, she showed some of the previous habitual manner, frowned, put down the knife and fork like a gamble, and took out the cigarette box and lighter from the bag.

"Smoking is bad for your voice. If you want to continue singing, you have to quit."

Song Ya urged him to take out the manuscript of nosleep2nite's lyrics and music and put it on the dining table. "This, I told you about it last time at New York Fashion week."

"Thank you."

She reached for it and was seized by Sonya. "I miss you very much, Mila."

She did not struggle, let the man hold it, "me too, I'm sorry, I couldn't get rid of my parents at that time..."

"Don't be sorry, I'm not a good man, Mila. I am now I mean, maybe I can't give you more than a few songs and Hollywood opportunities right now, Mila, can you understand me? I I want to be single for a while, my last marriage... " Song Ya is as Frank as Amy.

"That's your freedom."

Mira pulled back and blinked her long eyelashes. "I can understand."

They looked at each other in silence for a long time. Song Ya felt that she could not see through her heart. However, if she really planned to refuse herself according to her previous temper, she would have scolded her, "Er, anyway, this song is from me..."

"I'll go to the bathroom." She suddenly got up with her bag.

"Oh, over there, I'll see you off." Song Ya took her to the dining room. "Remember? The music room that used to be in Brooklyn... "

"You're a bad guy, aplus." She bowed her head and laughed and opened the bathroom door. "Since then."

Song Ya had a moment to try to play with Lippi and forced to follow in, but a foot had just moved and then restrained.

However, Mila seemed to be shaken by herself, holding the door with her hand, and did not immediately release it.

Song Ya understood and stopped pretending.

Is still in the partition, is still familiar with the posture, two people are still very young.

"Ring bell..."

After a long time, in the cafe across the street, the gathering of the boa constrictor crew was almost over. Many colleagues left. The casting director took out the ringing mobile phone and looked at the number, "I'm sorry." Immediately ran to the door to answer, "director Rosa, what's up?" He asked in Spanish.

"Mr. John Carly, President of Columbia Pictures, doesn't seem to like our favorite Janie Lopez. He just ordered me to change Mira Jovovich for the female audition." Said Luis Rosa.

"Why?" The casting director exclaimed.

"I don't know. Maybe it's because he doesn't want to let the actors supported by Mr. motura get the resources. Jenny Lopez has just launched a money train You know, those ugly movie company executives fighting In short, you can do it the same way tomorrow. Mr. motura is a friend of ours, but he has no position

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