After Al Pacino pretended to clumsily drive the Lamborghini Diablo away from the party, the shooting for the day was over. The crew had been working for close to eight hours.
As long as it went on like this, Eric believed that they could wrap everything up in four weeks time, so although he still had plenty of energy to spare, he didn't ask them to work overtime.
In Europe, overtime hours are frowned upon. It's basically impossible to have Europeans work overtime, and in some countries, they even put restrictions on the company at this effect, while some even impose high taxes on them.
To have Americans work overtime, you better be ready to cough up money and make vacation promises, or you might get the labor union on your tail.
In accordance to what had initially been decided, once the shoot was done, the party to celebrate the start of the filming finally started.
Melodious and soothing music resounded over the room, and Eric politely turned down the invitations to dance of several beautiful women, instead opting to sit on a sofa in the corner of the room.
He began discussing the upcoming shooting schedule with Jeffrey, and as he glanced at the dance floor out of the corner of his eye, his sights soon stopped on Julia and Al dancing together.
Julia had quit her job as a waitress, and after receiving a down payment of her paycheck, had followed Eric's earlier advice and moved into an apartment in Beverly Hills.
Although she didn't have any scenes today, the girl was still actively doing her best, offering her services to the crew if they needed it, and even seeking out Al to rehea.r.s.e some of their mutual lines.
Eric was very pleased with Julia's att.i.tude, considering that, besides the a.s.sistant who was a.s.signed to her, the agency hadn't given her any preferential treatment.
Actually, even Al Pacino hadn't received any, he came to work in his own car and left likewise. In order to save up budget, the crew had only rented a trailer for the actors to put makeup on and dress up.
Obviously, this was only a one-time thing, when the two actors would shoot their next movie, they would definitely not receive this kind of 'cheap' treatment.
Jeffrey, who was chatting with Eric, found the man was out of sorts. He followed the youth's line of sight and quickly grasped the object of his focus.
"You're not jealous, are you Eric ?"Jeffrey playfully said, he was all too clear about what had happened between his friend and the young woman.
Eric shook his head. Since he did have an intimate relationship with Julia, it was impossible for him not to feel anything when seeing her dancing with Al like a pair of even-matched lovers.
However, he didn't intend to claim the girl, she was simply not his type. Eric, you see, was a senior member of the 'Appearances DO matter' club, and to him, Julia had simply not reached his required standards of beauty, yet.
"I'm happy to know they get along with each other." Eric casually said, "Look, only one week has pa.s.sed since they've been introduced to each other, and they're already getting along. Don't you think they've got great chemistry ?"
At Eric's words, Jeffrey looked back at the dance floor. Julia and Al Pacino were whispering and gazing into each other's eyes, appearing every bit like a loving couple.
"It does indeed look like it. Eric, do you think that Julia will fall for Al once the shooting is over ?"
As he thought of Julia's past pa.s.sionate and sensitive personality, he said: "It's possible, but Al will definitely not humor her, his girlfriend is pregnant after all."
Al Pacino was a definite playboy, but he was also a skilled and wise one. In Eric's past, only two women had given birth to his children.
If it had been before, Al might have started a relationship with Julia. However, now it was unlikely to happen. The man was at a critical moment of his comeback, and his girlfriend was pregnant something everybody was aware of.
If rumors started appearing at this time, the possibility of things blowing up was quite large.
Although Julia felt his phrasing was kind of weird, her face lit up in joy.
After a brief pause, Julia mustered up the courage to ask: "Eric, is your current girlfriend Jennifer Aniston ?"
"Yup, we were together in 17 Again." Eric said. Thinking of something, he smiled and said: "Jenny also knows you."
"It's impossible, I know her thanks to the newspaper." Julia started, then remembering the night she had spent with Eric, flushed in embarra.s.sment.
Eric didn't mind, he said: "Yeah, that's also how she knows you." An image of a pouting Jenny popped in his head and he smiled: "That shirt you were wearing when you were photographed, it's also something Jenny has worn. Right, do you mind giving it back to me if you still have it ?"
"No problem." Julia subconsciously nodded.
The car pulled in front of Julia's newly rented apartment, and she got out. Looking left and right and making sure no one was there, she said: "There's no paparazzi this time Eric, do you wanna come in for a cup of coffee ?"
Eric popped his head out the window and said: "Nah, I really have to get back, I'll just wait here."
"Alright." Julia took out her keys and opened her door. She looked back and Eric didn't seem to have any intention of following her, so she went inside alone.
In her bedroom, Julia opened her closet and took out the man's now clean and washed white shirt. She inhaled its fabric, before silently folding it.
She was about to go out and give the shirt back to Eric, but when she thought of what he had said, a wave of jealousy washed over her and she reflexively put the shirt back in her closet. She took a deep breath and went back out.
"I'm sorry, Eric, I forgot where I've put the shirt. I'll give it to you when I found it, okay ?"
Eric stared at the girl for a bit, and sighed: "Okay, it's fine if you can't find it too."
When he was about to roll his window up, Eric stopped, he stuck his head out and said: "Julia, I can a.s.sure you, that after Pretty Woman is released, you will be one of the most sought after Hollywood stars.
At that time, you will become the dream girl of countless men, and countless others will pursue you, so." Eric hesitated a moment, before saying: "Don't let me down, act at your best."
Julia bit her bottom lip, and revealed a forced smile as she said: "Rest a.s.sured, director Williams, I will do my best."
"Then see you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow." The girl waved, and watched him drive and vanish out of sight.
As he looked at the unmoving figure of Julia in his rear-view mirror, Eric sighed. He gently tapped his index finger on his steering wheel to the rhythm of an old Chinese song: "Xng d zhng xi b p, y rn fng d pin pin ch ch li xing.
Yu gung shn zhng yu yu ling, wn fng chu chu r hi lng." (When walking the righteous path, one is not afraid of nefarious designs, and that person has left its fragrance everywhere.
The moonlight amidst the mountains glows quietly, and the night wind blows as sorrow washes over like ocean waves.)[1]
As he sang the last words, Eric froze. He shook his head and smiled wryly: "Nah, no way."
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[1] "The Flower Is Too Flagrant", sung by Ren Xianqi.