novelraw Chapter 273
Chapter 273
Three in the morning.
Still unable to fall asleep, Josie got up and started reciting the script.
Perhaps due to some wonderful side effects, her memory has always been very good, so many times she only needs to read the script through, and reread it once or twice when waiting for the scene on the day of shooting, basically it is not easy to make mistakes when the filming starts.
— unless it's a David Fincher-esque super-long dialogue, but sometimes it's fun to improvise.
Of course, Josie, who had memorized the script in the middle of the night, couldn't look radiant.
In fact, when the person who was really radiant, Eve, who had enjoyed a night of high-quality sex, shook her head when she saw the blue and dark circles under Josie's eyes who were putting on makeup.
"At this time, you will find out how important it is to have a suitable human-shaped vibrator." Eve bit a croissant, looking hungry, and spoke vaguely, "Modern people are under too much pressure, especially It’s our job, and we don’t touch contraband, don’t smoke or drink too much, so it’s the most convenient and quick way to vent our emotions.”
Josie's exclusive makeup artist, Michelle Baker, was covering her blemishes, which didn't stop Josie from rolling her eyes in Eve's direction: "Don't wash my brain in an animal way, I'm sure I'm having a pure bisexuality Before a relationship, there are a little more complex emotional needs."
Eve swallowed the bread and milk in her mouth, shrugged her shoulders: "It's not like what you said, my dear, since you claim to only fall in love with work, can I interpret this as that your foreplay time may be more long?"
What responded to her was a plush doll that hit her head on.
"Hey! Don't hit your face!" Eve caught it, giggling, "What is this—a fan gift?"
"The peripherals of "The Legend of the Demon God Heroes" are my treasures."
"Don't tell me you're going to take this to a charity sale."
"How is it possible. This is a limited edition, and you can't buy it even if you have money..."
nine in the morning.
They got on the special bus to the local radio station in San Francisco, and Ms. Deng's call came in on time at this time.
Michael Ovitz boasts that no more than half a dozen people in Hollywood have his sources of news, but the truth is, it's definitely more than that.
Leaving aside, Josie dared to say that Arnold Milkan, who has collaborated with her in several movies, definitely has enough contacts to know the news.
You know, Arnon Milkan later publicly admitted his identity as an Israeli spy on TV, and he is still flourishing in Hollywood.
Reality is really more exciting than movies...
"Boss, Ms. Deng is calling."
Kelly's voice interrupted Josie's thoughts.
Josie put aside her doubts temporarily, took a long, deep breath, put on a relaxed and happy expression, and took her mobile phone.
I won’t go into details about the cooperation with News Corp. In short, in the past few days, gossip that Tianyan Network is about to launch the C round of financing has been circulating in the city, and then various forces have offered TT this attractive super cake. own price tag.
But that's something that happens later.
Even if the sideline business makes more money, Josie will still not give up her job as an actress.
Otherwise, her life would be too monotonous.
The whole process of the radio interview went smoothly. In addition, she also attended a local charity sale in San Francisco and donated a pair of her previous oil paintings.
Josie's male partner that night was her new movie lead actor, Jim Rose Stewart.
Originally, she planned to take her bodyguards to the auction for a casual stroll, but they talked about this event while rehearsing the script a few days ago, and Jim expressed interest.
——If she hadn't known that he didn't like any boring social activities, Josie would have almost believed it...but she still pretended to believe it.
Unspoken, like a temptation when a kiss is about to fall, so beautiful and exciting.
"18 million dollars for the first time!"
"18 million dollars for the second time!"
"18 US dollars for the third time—congratulations to Mr. No. 11, this self-portrait from contemporary Hollywood movie superstar Ms. Josie Horton belongs to you!"
There was a burst of timely applause in the banquet hall of the hotel, and the transaction price of 18 US dollars was far beyond expectations for an amateur painter whose main job was an actor.
The element of charity is not ruled out, but the purpose of Mr. No. 11 spending a lot of money to make Pomeranians smile is also obvious, not to mention that the self-portrait made after Josie Horton's award-winning work "The Perfect Victim" does have a certain art value.
The host of the bazaar wiped off his sweat and continued to introduce the next bazaar item, "Next is..."
Qiao Qian raised her eyebrows, obviously feeling that No. 11, the proxy auctioneer, was determined to win this painting, because even with the added value brought by fame, her painting was not worth the price.
But she doesn't care too much, because before she decided to donate it, she didn't care who bought it.
"That painting has a sense of atmosphere, it reminds me of Deeni." Jim looked away, and looked at Josie beside him, "Whether it's painting, music, or acting, you seem to be very handy, and you can tell me this Is there any trick?"
trick?
Josie couldn't help thinking of the densely packed schedule she had been assigned to before, and she said in a self-deprecating tone: "You won't find it interesting. I have been taking various interest classes since I was three years old, and I once skipped a harp class. Was fined not to eat dinner for three days, and I have hated the harp ever since. I have no talent for math, but my family thinks it is a very important subject, so I have to do exercises while crying... …Fortunately, no one can force me to do things I don't like now."
Jim shook his head disapprovingly and asked, "Is this the case on the Upper East Side of Manhattan? Or is it just your education?"
"It's almost the same." Josie didn't correct the misunderstanding. "The most exaggerated thing is that some mothers in the Upper East Side start planning from the time of pregnancy and fertilization. They want their children to win at the starting line, because it is related to the school's enrollment time."
Jim couldn't believe it.
When his overly dignified and elegant face doesn't smile much, it tends to make people feel melancholy and cold, and sometimes there will be a flash of divine compassion.
And when he heard about the parenting style on the Upper East Side, those two delicate eyebrows were slightly frowned, and the coldness became more and more obvious, like an inaccessible aloofness, and an elusive mystery.
"It's outrageous. Overly controlling parents are not a good thing." Jim sighed. "I don't know what other children who grow up in this education system will be like, but thank God, you look Seems like a normal person."
"Like?" Josie laughed, then turned her head and asked him, "Is there anything about me that makes you feel abnormal?"
Jim seemed to be infected by the languid smile on her face, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his focused blue eyes blinked slowly - which could easily be mistaken for a sign of affection.
And this smile also made him lose his coldness in an instant, and he fell from the clouds on the sacred mountain in an instant, becoming a gentle and affectionate man in the world.
He looked into Josie's eyes, and whispered softly, "That probably means that your eyes are always unbelievably beautiful. Isn't this normal?"
Ahh... this man.
Josie involuntarily caught her breath, and the sudden acceleration of her heartbeat made her cheeks tinge with a thin blush.
But this is not so embarrassing that she needs to look away, but she is bolder and more enthusiastic to look at the hopelessly romantic man in front of her.
Oh, I have to say, she likes his face.
In particular, there was a slight smile on this face, a pair of charming brackets overflowed from the corners of the upturned mouth, and the sea-blue eyes were clear and deep, and at this moment, they were only looking at her alone.
His eyes are really beautiful.
It is beautiful regardless of gender, the ultimate creation of pure aesthetics, but the bones of his face are sharp and sharp, so this face does not show any femininity, leaving only the handsomeness of the sun god.
And when he looked at people intently, this kind of handsomeness added a kind of magic power to confuse people's hearts.
It was attracted by this magic that Josie stretched out her hand unknowingly.
Her fingers brushed over Jim's thick and curly hair in a vague way, and fell between his delicate eyebrows and eyes, almost touching the tip of the nose that grew out according to the sculpture standard. Stay on the lips for a moment.
Then, her wrists were turned down, and with only the tips of her index and ring fingers, she lifted the beautifully shaped chin slightly.
This action does not make her look frivolous, but it has the kind of contemplation that people appreciate when they appreciate artworks, meticulous and considerate without profanity.
"Look—" Josie's voice was softer than her movements, and there was admiration and intoxication in her eyes, "This is a miracle of beauty."
Just as she expected, Jim didn't resist. Instead, he grabbed Josie's fingertips with his left hand, lowered his head slightly, and imprinted a breath-like kiss on the back of her white right hand. .
"Now the miracle is yours," he said.
While doing so, Jim's charming eyes never blinked, and kept watching Josie affectionately.
Italian men are so romantic?
Or is it just him?
Josie began to believe in the "life secrets" taught by Nora Efron.
In fact, she is not the kind of silly white sweet who has never been courted by others. Everything she owns makes her surrounded by crazy bees and butterflies, but no one can do what he does, every word, Every look, without any offense, only brings pleasure and enjoyment.
Maybe it's because of the extra points for this face, or because he is really charming?
Josie couldn't help sighing, and said in a low voice, "God, you have lowered my tolerance for men from my country to a large extent, which is not good."
"No, I think it's wonderful." Jim smiled and let go of her hand, "The first time I saw you, I thought I should keep you in Italy, preferably in Rome."
Josie paused, and said regretfully, "Coincidentally, I also want to keep you in Los Angeles."
Jim laughed silently.
Just looking at her with those shining, smiling eyes seems to be telling a thousand words.
It seems to be just an overly ambiguous illusion.
According to the usual practice, charity bazaars not only need to donate things, but also to take pictures of things.
So Josie raised her cards a few times in the second half of the auction, and won several treasures she was interested in, including a pair of diamond cufflinks.
The square cufflinks made of platinum are simple and elegant, without overly luxurious and huge gemstones. Twelve blue diamonds with perfect clarity are neatly arranged in the center, surrounded by a circle of smaller white diamonds, which looks low-key and delicate. .
In addition, Josie also took a picture of a Louis XIV armchair that Ms. Lauren Bacall would like, and a set of [-]th-century candlesticks carved in solid copper in Rococo style.
Jim picked a pure copper angel ornament.
After it was over, Jim took Josie back to the hotel, and instead of going upstairs for coffee or a little sit down, he said good night to her in the car.
This should have been a perfect night.
Josie, who was lying in the bathtub enjoying the bubble bath, thought so.
——If not, a phone call disturbed her tranquility at this moment, and completely pulled her back to the vanity fair of intrigue.
"You'd better have something urgent, Archie."