Chapter 47: *SPOILER*



Reading Pretty Woman's script carefully, Jeffrey had some misgivings and said: "Eric, I really feel that this story is great, just like a modern version of a Cinderella story, but do you think the audience will be okay with a prostitute ?

You said that you wanted to portray a fairy tale, but it seems more similar to Boule de Suif and The Lady of the Camellias minus the tragedy I'd say."

Eric sighed in his heart, it was a perfect fairy tale indeed.

Pretty Woman's original script was actually a darker one called 3000, and narrated the story of a s.e.xual-only based relationship between a man and a woman following a 3000 dollars transaction. It was a script that accurately pictured the living conditions of prostitutes in L.A.

But during the filming process, because the budget was insufficient, the director and producer repeatedly kept revising the plot, and it finally turned into a romantic comedy.

The most surprising thing was that the movie that had been tweaked beyond recognition, had actually made a North American box office of 170 million $, which led the enumerable actors and actresses who had refused to be a part of the cast because of its initial setting, to drown in frustration.

It was also Julia's rise to fame.

"Jeffrey, that aside, what do you think about Vivian's character ?"

Since it was only a plot and he didn't have anything to refer it to, Jeffrey thought for a bit before saying: "Outspoken personality, cheerful but somewhat vulgar, and even though she's a prostitute, she's no pushover."

Eric patiently listened to his old friend's opinion before saying: "Jeffrey, you probably didn't notice, but when you spoke about Vivian, your mouth curved into a smile. Meaning that not only do you not have any ill feelings towards her, you've even started to like the girl."

Jeffrey had just spoken subconsciously and didn't notice anything, he said: "Did Did I, really ?"

Eric nodded: "You did. And since even you feel this way, once the film is done and released, I'm convinced people will certainly like her too."

Jeffrey nodded, but soon frowned as he seriously asked: "What do you mean by 'even you'. Are my standards really that high ?"

Eric quickly denied: "Not really, you're just kinda long-winded."

"..."

While Michael Ovitz was now hailed by some media as Hollywood's most powerful man, Eric knew that the CAA could only act this way for about five to six more years, until the second part of the 1990s. Although they'd still have considerable weight after that, it wouldn't be as grand as before.

Right now he wasn't much better than an insect in the eyes of the CAA, so they would probably not pay him too much mind anyways. True, they had contracted many superstars, but Eric could create more.

"Just do it Jeffrey, we're nothing to them, the CAA will probably be too lazy to care."

Jeffrey shrugged helplessly: "As you wish."

...

Detaining Jeffrey for lunch, Eric was planning to go back to his study to keep writing Resident Evil when the living room's phone suddenly rang.

"hello, you've reached the Williams' residence ?" Eric picked it up, but made sure to put the microphone slightly farther away from his ear. Over the past few days, he had received several harassing phone calls, and a guy had almost made his eardrum bleed with his shouting.

It was to the point that he was considering changing his number.

The other side kept silent, and Eric was about to hang up thinking it was a prank, when he heard: "hello, Eric."

The familiar voice made him jump on the sofa in excitement: "Annie, hi, I-I've been meaning to call you, what you saw that morning, it was just just a misunderstanding, I asked Drew and the girl told me that I was only really drunk and went straight to sleep, she was just messing around."

"That.. it doesn't matter to me, we've.. we've broken, up, haven't we ?"

Manhattan, in an apartment building in New York, while Aniston listened to Eric's hurried explanation and his somewhat stuttering voice, she found herself slightly resenting his slow-mindedness.

On her third day in New York, she didn't know how, but Drew had found her contact information to explain everything that had happened.

That hateful guy, so many days had pa.s.sed, but not only did he not come to find her, he hadn't even called once. If she hadn't had something important to tell him, Aniston would've never taken the initiative to call the b.a.s.t.a.r.d.

If Eric knew what was on the girl's mind, he would probably scream injustice. So much had happened since that day, he didn't even dare go out anymore, what was he supposed to do ?

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