Chapter 025

I got an inexplicable phone call. An inexplicable guy asked if he was interested in playing in a movie.

Simon westero.

Simon knows.

Westero, it seems, seems to have heard it somewhere.

By the way, at Robert's party.

Robert Duval, the best actor in the Oscar, is her senior brother, though she is 30 years older than her.

Many years ago, Robert Duval also studied drama under Sanford Mason. She was lucky to be signed by Jonathan Friedman, vice president of wma. That's why Robert got in touch with her.

When she moved to Los Angeles, this very enthusiastic elder martial brother invited herself to his party last weekend and introduced her to many Hollywood stars.

By chance, it seems that someone is talking about a guy named westero.

It's a strange surname.

So I wrote it down immediately.

But I don't know what the other party is doing.

Maybe it's someone else.

And then very alert to ask each other how to know their contact information.

Feeling her vigilance, the other end of the phone explained the reason.

He's also Jonathan's client and got his contact information from his agent.

It's not that easy to believe.

Calling the agent, Jonathan seemed surprised to hear her story, but confirmed the other person's words. Finally, he suggested that she had better take the role of the other person, claiming that it might be a very wonderful experience for her.

Signing in the name of a Hollywood gold broker has obvious advantages, but also obvious disadvantages.

At least, my agent, who has more than 30 clients, has been very busy recently and has not had much time to take her into consideration.

Now that she wants to be in Hollywood, she's ready to be patient.

During this time, I'm even thinking about finding a part-time job to earn some living expenses.

Or go back to New York for a stage play.

You can't be idle.

She has a good family and doesn't have to worry about her livelihood.

In fact, most of the men and women who can wander in Hollywood for a long time have good family support.

Those who lack the basis of performing arts need to learn to perform; they need to prepare carefully before every Audition; in order to play in a movie or TV play, they often have to attend various skills cram classes

All of these require a lot of time and money.

Therefore, although it can not be said absolutely, it is very difficult for people from the bottom to make achievements in Hollywood. They often spend most of their energy just to make a living, and they don't have much leisure to pursue the so-called dream.

Many people can't stick to it, and even fall into another "film" industry of the same scale in Los Angeles.

Coordinates.

San Fernando Valley.

Just like Stallone before he became famous.

He said that he had secretly seen the video.

Shame.

The stain of Rocky's life.

Now that the agent confirmed that there was no problem, she agreed to meet him for a moment.

It's two o'clock on Sunday afternoon.

It's next to Douglas Park in downtown Santa Monica.

He drove his brand-new Chrysler on time, and then he was stood up.

That's too much.

Originally, I wanted to leave. After thinking about it, I dialed a phone.

The phone was still answered by the old man with a strong accent, muttering, and then transferred to him.

The tone over there was very sorry. He said that he had a flat tire and was repairing the car. Then he gave her an address again and said that he could invite her to dinner in the evening to show his apology.

After thinking about the address, it doesn't seem too far away.

Forget it.

For the sake of your sincerity.

Restart the car, shuttle between the streets of Santa Monica for a moment, and finally found a motel near the southern edge of Santa Monica north.

She parked her car in the open space in front of the hotel, pushed the door and got off. She looked around for a week.

There were several cars parked quietly nearby, none of which was in repair condition. Instead, under the eaves of the hotel, a leisurely old man in a flowery shirt and beach pants had an upside down bicycle beside him.

The young man behind the bike.

Yeah.

It should be him.

So he went over.

Seeing her appear, the leisurely old man patted the young man on the shoulder and reminded him.

The other side looked up, saw her appear, and stood up with a smile.

A guy who looks good with a smile is very tall, handsome and has very healthy bronze skin.He should be an actor, too.

I don't know why I want to make a movie again.

Anyway, boys like to toss.

"Hello, I'm Sandra Bullock," he said, shaking his hand as the boy reached over. "We've just been on the phone."

"Simon westero," he also introduced himself and said again, "I'm really sorry. I found a flat tire when I was about to get there. I was worried that I would miss it if I went late. So I stayed at the hotel and waited for your call."

Boys tend to be generous in front of beautiful girls.

It seems.

The same is true for girls in front of handsome boys.

Although she was a cheerleader in high school, she knew that she was not very beautiful.

So, at this moment, I feel very generous.

"It doesn't matter," she said, shaking her head heartily. She also pointed to each other's bicycle. "So, are you repairing it yourself?"

"It's going to be a while before I buy the tools after I talk to you on the phone," he explained, and then made a gesture of please: "let's go over there and talk."

He followed him to the eaves of the motel and politely said hello to the old man who had brought a stool for him.

The other side nodded to her with a smile, then muttered something to Simon westero, and glanced at her from time to time, with a look of old disrespect.

It sounds like a grunt.

Yeah.

It should be Spanish.

As a child, she grew up in Germany. Besides English, she can speak German.

Spanish is not.

He could only sit down awkwardly and let the boy beside him talk to the old man.

It's not a good thing.

However, although the skin is darker, it should be exposed to the sun. Judging from his face shape, he is not of Spanish origin, but more Germanic. Unexpectedly, he can speak Spanish so fluently.

I can also repair cars.

I don't know if I can repair the water pipe.

I remember when I was a child, the water pipe burst at home, and my father was in a hurry. All he knew was to call the workers and even turn off the water valve first.

With this in mind, he sat on the stool and watched him fill the tire with air. He rubbed the tire in his hand and turned it a little bit closer to his face.

The old man next to him muttered something again, which should be accusing him of the wrong way.

Then there was his rebuttal.

Can't help but wonder, asked: "what is this for?"

He didn't answer. He turned the tire for a moment, stopped, and said to her with a smile, "come here with your face."

Obediently over his face, he also put the tire over.

A small stream of air fell on his face.

I feel comfortable for no reason.

He didn't enjoy enough, but he quickly moved away and said, "there's a leak here."

With that, he picked up a toothpick, carefully inserted it into the small hole just found, and began to turn the tire again.

This time she understood, he should be checking whether there are other air leaks.

Looking at his serious work, I suddenly think of what the agent said to her on the phone yesterday. Maybe it will be a wonderful experience for her.