Chapter 402： Ride

Speaking of disco, I can't get away with the fats and oils starring John Travolta in 1978. This disco-themed song and dance film not only won the box office championship of the year, but also created the film for the first time. Original soundtrack.

The record not only created a sales record that was insurmountable for many years, but also drove the disco record industry to the peak, but this peak did not last long. After the release of "Fat", one year later, due to an accidental opportunity, a boycott broke out. Disco's 'Disco Rolling Out' campaign.

In Eric's view, there is obviously a dispute of interest in this movement, just like the pressure that Michael Jackson suffered later, because disco, which is a low-cost record, has caused a huge impact on the traditional recording industry. The impact will cause the traditional recording industry to take advantage of the accident, and manipulate the public opinion to launch a campaign to suppress the disco.

Eric is chatting with Catherine about this past, and seeing the two girls approaching in the corner of his eyes.

The two women walked to his side, and Eric decided that their goal was to look up. They looked up. One of the two girls had a ponytail, a little expression, and the head was slightly lowered. Another girl cut her shoulders and short hair. The skin is fair, wearing a black sequined dress, shining under the light.

The short-haired girl saw Eric looking at them and asked for courage: "Excuse me, are you Eric Williams?"

Eric didn't answer, but looked at the woman sitting next to him with a look of surprise: "Look, Catherine, someone thinks of me as Eric Williams, but I think I should be handsomer than him. What?"

Catherine gave Eric a white look. Did not answer. The two girls took Eric’s performance letter to the truth and looked at each other for a moment. I don’t know if I should leave.

Eric took the initiative to stand up and reach out to the white-skinned girl: "Hello, my name is Allen. Alan Fisman."

The girl in a sequin dress reached out to Eric: "Hello, Allen, you can call me Charlotte, this is Alice."

Eric again shook hands with the ponytail girl next to Charlotte and smiled and said, "Can you have a drink?"

The two women looked at Catherine, who was sitting next to Eric, and saw no expression from the woman. Charlotte nodded. "Okay."

So, in the silent gaze of Catherine Bigelow, Eric walked the bar with the two girls and ordered a few glasses of wine. Eric stayed at the bar and chatted with the two women. Less than five minutes. The two women were stunned by Eric. The short-haired girl named Charlotte also waved a small fist and slammed it on Eric's chest. The whole person couldn't wait to stick it on Eric.

Later, Catherine even more silently saw Eric pulling up the two girls' little hands and walking to the dance floor. In the best music, Eric danced skillfully, and the two girls also regarded Eric as the center, like two Only a butterfly surrounds him.

I saw Eric put his hands on the small waist of the ponytail girl. Catherine, who didn’t feel so natural, couldn’t help but whisper: “The small color embryo actually said that he was the first time to come to this place.”

Just as Catherine thought about whether she was leaving early, a white man in his thirties came to her: "This lady. Can I sit here?"

Looking at the sudden appearance of the stalker in front of him, Catherine’s first reaction was to look at Eric, but to her disappointment, Eric did not seem to pay attention to this, still dancing with the two girls. The two-color hand was already on the waist of the other short-haired girl. There is also a downward trend.

"Sorry, sir. There are already people here," Catherine stared at Eric's hands for two seconds. Only coldly said to the man in front of him.

"Do you mean the boy?" The man pointed at Eric and smiled. "I think he may not come back in a short time. Really, throw a lady here and dance with other girls." It’s a very inappropriate thing."

The man said, he had sat down by himself at Catherine: "Introduction, my name is Bernie Wesley, working on Wall Street."

The other party has always been polite, and Catherine is not so cold-eyed, and succinctly introduces herself: "Catherine."

"Catherine, actually I have noticed you already. You have a quiet and restrained temperament. I don't think you should be here at all. Well, let me guess, you are a doctor... lawyer... accounting ?"

Bernie Wesley repeatedly guessed a few times and didn't look for the margins. Seeing that the other side had to continue to guess, Catherine had to say: "I am a director."

Bernie Wesley didn't feel embarrassed. Although he didn't pay much attention to Hollywood, he also knew some hidden rules of Hollywood: "It's unbelievable, you are so beautiful, if you say that you are an actor, it is more acceptable. Some, the director is not a job that a woman can play."

Although there was no discrimination in the tone of the other party, Catherine was still a little disgusted when she heard these words, and her brows were slightly wrinkled. Bernie Wesley is obviously a good player to observe and change his mind. He immediately changed his mind: "Of course, Hollywood still has a lot of outstanding female directors. Right, you have made those works, maybe I should go and see?"

"You won't be interested," Catherine said.

Bernie Wesley thought that Catherine had nothing to do with the work, looking at the age of the woman in front of him, he felt that the woman was only 30 years old. Male directors of this age are not necessarily able to shoot any work, let alone women. Bernie Wesley turned his mind and quickly said: "So, do you have any projects of interest? You know, our company actually has investment in Hollywood. If you have a good script in your hand, maybe I can Help you match the bridge?"

To the expectation of Bernie Wesley, the woman did not show any expression of intent, said faintly: "Sorry, I don't think so."

"Don't say so absolutely, why not leave a contact, you will find out when you can help yourself."

Although Catherine was a very patient person, she also resented the entanglement of the man in front of him. She said very straightforwardly: "Mr. Wesley, if you can, I want to be quiet for a while."

"Oh, don't be like this, Catherine, here is the dance hall." Bernie Wesley didn't seem to feel the woman's dislike. He said with a smile: "Would you like to dance together, if you don't, I can……"

Before this sentence was finished, Bernie Wesley felt a hand patted on his shoulder and looked up. Two tall suit men didn't know when they had appeared behind him.

"Sir, please don't entangle the lady?"

Bernie Wesley also thought that these two tall men were the nomads in the name of the guards in the dance hall. They wanted to take care of the mess with the ballroom boss.

But he soon noticed the difference. The two people in front of him did not have the kind of arrogance of the ballroom beaters. Although they suddenly looked at the appearance, they were not at all eye-catching, but the cold breath radiated from the two people was definitely not a punk. of. This temperament happened to him at an annual meeting, from the bodyguards beside the big boss behind the company. I heard that such people are often professional soldiers who have been retired from special forces, and most of them have killed people.

The person who can have such a level of bodyguards is definitely not a small investment manager. Bernie Wesley is very acquainted to stand up and make a sorry gesture to Catherine. opened.

Catherine whispered to Eric's two bodyguards, and the two just nodded and responded, quietly retreating into the inconspicuous corner.

Looking at the crowd in the dance floor again, I just noticed that Eric also looked at this side and made a gesture to her. Obviously, the two bodyguards who had just cleared her for the break were his instigation. Realizing that he has been paying attention to himself, I don’t know why, she has a little comfort in her heart that she is hard to detect.

Catherine, a solitary woman, sat on the sofa for a long time, and the person who was hunting for the sorcerer’s thoughts was not only Bernie Wesley, but also intended to wait for Bernie Wesley’s returning squad. What happened was no longer rushing forward, and the woman who had a vacuum around her became very conspicuous. Many people looked at it curiously. Even in the many days that followed, she was a woman who had dominated a row of sofas but no one dared to go forward. This was the talk of the ballroom guests.

Eric and the two girls went crazy for a while and left the dance floor, intending to bring Catherine back to the hotel.

The short-haired girl saw Eric to leave, and also took the companion to follow.

Leaving the ballroom, walking in the alley, the short-haired girl who just wore a sequin dress had put on a dark trench coat, looked up and walked on the other side of Eric, some silent Catherine, short-haired girl took courage to Eric Road: "Allen, why don't you sit there with me?"

"Well?" Eric thought he had got it wrong.

But the short-haired girl went on and said: "I mean, why don't you sit there with me, and, I live with Alice."

The hint of this fragrant scent is quite obvious. The ponytail girl named Alice behind her shyly squinted at her, looked up and squinted at Eric, but with a little expectation.

"Still forget it, it's too late now," Eric laughed. The heart said that it was a teasing, and it shouldn't be.

Although she refused the invitation of the two girls and walked out of the alley, Eric carefully called the two girls to take a taxi and watched the other party leave, only to join the car with Catherine.

In the taxi that didn't travel far, the short-haired girl named Charlotte turned her head and looked at Eric, a black car, and sighed softly. Alice also turned her head and asked: "What happened, Charlotte?"

"Don't you find out, in fact, he is Eric Williams." (To be continued)