Chicago 1990

"Mira, the body can move forward a little..."

In an indoor studio in Hollywood, an audition for the Anacondas is going on. According to the requirements of the crew, Mila, wearing short hot pants and a white vest, spread her long legs and sits on her knees in plastic material. On her fake turf, "Is this?" She moved her upper body forward as she said, and then she turned up, as if she would break through the short hot pants at any time.

A very seductive posture, she has been familiar with the modeling industry since she was a child.

"Yes, very good, very good..."

The photographer adjusted the camera, then picked up the small camera hanging around her neck, and kept pressing the shutter around her, "Rain, I need to rain."

"It will be a bit cold." The staff next to him opened the special sprinkler, and'heavy rain' fell from Mira's head.

"It's okay, I'm going to be shooting a print ad." Mira smiled, constantly changing the angle of her face, firing at the camera and camera lens.

Including her female agent, everyone in the studio laughed, "You are a professional, Mira, but the audition is more than that." The casting director, a middle-aged bald Latino stared at her. Said to his chest.

"Ok."

Mila glanced down, the little white vest had been wetted by the rain, and gradually clinging to her body, she started to bump.

Although she was used to it, she still sighed slightly. The Anaconda is an R-rated horror film. Anyway, the target audience is an adult group. Of course, according to Hollywood's common practice, you must make color in the movie by the way. The second female is very Good candidate.

Under the gaze of the men, she was calm and calm. This measure was nothing. The Fifth Element heroine had similar requirements, and she was wearing less.

"Okay, turn it off and prepare for the next part."

The photographer was finally satisfied, and got together with the casting director to talk in a low voice.

The "rain" stopped, and the female agent hurriedly stepped forward to pick up Mira, and wrapped her in the prepared large towel.

"Thank you." Mila wiped her soaked body and long hair up and down.

"Mr. Rocha... isn't he coming?" The female agent took the opportunity to ask the staff nearby.

Luis Rosa, a Peruvian national treasure director, once directed a shell expert starring Stallone, and was a big hit at the box office. It is the director of this Anaconda disaster.

The other party shook his head blankly, "Maybe it was delayed by something." The casting director heard this and looked at the watch interface and said, "Don't worry, he will watch the audition video."

"Okay, prepare for the next scene." The photographer urged with a slap.

The line part was auditioned in the last round. Today seems to be the test content of the body expression part. The progress is very fast, and I don’t even give time to touch up the makeup. Mila returned the towel to the female agent and gathered her long wet hair. , Walked to the corner of the studio.

"Discovered, frightened, afraid, and then ran away... Do you remember the script?" the casting director asked.

"Of course." Mira nodded.

"OK, ready." The photographer removed the machine from the tripod and carried it on his shoulders, "Ready, wait, wait... OK,!"

He gave an order, and Mira immediately entered the state, with the thumbs of both hands in the pockets of the hot pants, her expression relaxed, and she walked around at will like ordinary tourists.

'Snapped! The male staff member on the side slapped his chin.

She turned her head and looked over, and then, as if seeing a monster, her face was distorted and she stunned. A few seconds later, she burst out with a scream, and then fled.

The staff member was chasing after her.

'what! what! She turned her head back from time to time, screamed, and then fell on the turf just now, curled up, continued to scream at the chasing'monster' and crawled back anxiously, occasionally pushing against each other with her long legs .

"Card!" the photographer stopped.

"Very good, Miss Jovovich." The male staff member smiled and pulled her up.

"Thank you." Mira forced a smile at him, focusing on the photographer and casting director.

‘Good... Full score in motion processing... Expression... Something lacks...’

The intermittent conversation reached her ears.

"Try another one." The photographer frowned and walked over to her and said to her: "Remember the one in the cabin in the script?"

"no problem."

She went to the corner to stand again, still the same. Anyway, she played a stereotyped female character who only screamed in a rice-style horror film. As the staff slapped her chin again, her eyes widened, making herself look more frightened. Some, and then continue to flee, screaming and fleeing...

She fled to the background board behind the turf, and regarded it as a wall. She hid her back and hands against the background board, took a big breath, and stretched her head over the ‘corner’ to look around.

She acted very confidently in this passage, because there are similar plays in the Fifth Element script. She has practiced for a long time, and Luc Besson personally gave a lot of guidance.

"Failed to explain the details of closing the door..."

Unexpectedly, the casting director mumbled to himself, "But... forget it, so be it, thank you for coming, Mila." He held out his hand.

"Why don't I do it again?" Mila shook hands with an unwilling suggestion.

"It's okay, it's just a small problem. The audition result may be a few days later. I will notify you separately."

The casting director looked at his watch and announced: "That's it for today, let's get off work."

It turned out that she was the last to audition, and the on-site staff cheered.

"Go to the nearby Italian restaurant?"

The casting director invited, "We are used to go there after get off work to fill up our stomachs."

"Nearby? Which one?" Mira asked.

"Just across two streets, the corner one." The casting director replied.

Mira misunderstood, "Did he also date you?"

"He? Who?" the casting director asked blankly.

"Oh, that's so embarrassing, I have another appointment, or... find another chance?" Mira declined.

"Okay, okay."

The casting director laughed secretly in his heart. He has seen too many auditioning actors who are over-precautionary, playing this kind of trick...think I want to hide you or what? Haha, when the United States did not know that you have been blocked by the French? What big name to pretend.

Regardless of her, she is the one who suffers from being out of group anyway. The casting director called his friends and called friends, took the crew members he knew well to get into his car in the parking lot, and then waited for the group of photographers to clean up, and several cars set off together.

"what happened?"

When I arrived at the old place, I saw a black Mercedes parked on the side of the road outside the Italian restaurant, and there was a closed sign at the door.

"What to do?" The photographer poked his head out of the car behind. "Did you not book it?"

"Go to the cafe."

There is no reservation, but there are always seats available in this restaurant, the casting director replied. When he drove the car through the intersection and waited for the red light, he saw in the rearview mirror APLUS and Luc Besson’s ex-girlfriend who had just participated in the audition, the daughter of a former billionaire and a financial fraud giant, a violent singer, and former Brooke Shields. People, former socialite, supermodel Milla Jovovich.

Ok? She seems to have sent the agent away? A person, well dressed, wearing sunglasses, stopped at the entrance of the restaurant, and a brawny man in black suit came out from inside, let her in with a smile, and then watched at the door while saying something to the intercom.

"Bodyguard? It seems that the restaurant has been reserved. The owner of this restaurant told me that he would never book a table. Alas! After all, old stars are also stars."

The casting director sighed silently, in fact, how could he not want to dive into Mira, but that kind of girl...It is indeed not what he can think of as a Hollywood Latin gang. Have a new boyfriend? Is it the "him" that Miragang said?

He studied the row of Mercedes-Benz outside. It was not like a high-level battle in Columbia Pictures. He hadn't guessed that the green light was already on.

"sit down."

Gentleman Song Ya pulled aside the chair and smiled and watched her ex-girlfriend take off her coat. Today she wore a pale pink off-shoulder evening gown. She was still so tall and fair, because the baby was no longer fat, and her face was sharper and more atmospheric. With a red lip color, it feels like the peak of another style.

"Thank you, Mike."

Mira recognized the old Mike who helped her take the coat. "Long time no see."

Her personality is much better, only those eyes have not changed at all. Song Ya remembers being fascinated by these emerald eyes when she first saw her back then...

"Yes, it's been a long time, Miss Jovovich." Old Mike smiled kindly, and took his coat to push the heads of the chefs who were looking out from the back kitchen.

"What's the matter?" Mira sat down and found Song Ya's gaze.

"Nothing, you are still so beautiful, Mira."

Song Ya raised his hand to let the waiter pour the wine, and sat across from her, "How about the audition today?"

"Ah, how do you say?" Mira picked up the wine glass and sipped, "I made a mistake. There is a closing action in the script, which is when I hid in the cabin... Anyway, I forgot completely!"

She chatted and talked, her manners, conversations, and demeanor, no longer the shadow of the girl who would lose her temper and yell at any time, nor the indifference and decadence of smoking alone by the corner when she saw it in Miami. Well, more cheerful and fully familiar.

"Thank you." The waiter silently put Alanchini as the first dish in front of her. She thanked her, and then ate without pretending, "I'm sorry, I'm too hungry."

"Then eat more. I haven't been to this restaurant before. Is the taste okay?"

"Well, very good."

The two inevitably talked about the time after the breakup. "The Treasury agent, if you say what kind of person I hated most at the time, they even sneaked through my trash can."

"How is your father doing?" Song Ya asked.

"That's it, it's still too early to get out of prison...I don't visit him often. He is still the same. He never let go of every opportunity to ask me for money, crying and saying very poorly. But I have asked. He has a very comfortable double room in it, and there are no such violent criminals in the same prison."

"Are you still giving him money?"

"No, I won't give it." At this time, she showed a little habitual expression before, frowned, put down the knife and fork like a puff, and took out the cigarette case and lighter from the bag.

"Smoking is bad for your throat. If you want to continue singing, you have to quit."

Song Ya persuaded him to take out NoSleep2nite's lyrics and music manuscript and put it on the table, "This, I mentioned it to you last time in New York Fashion Week."

"Thank you."

She reached for it, and Song Ya took the opportunity to grab her, "I miss you so much, Mira."

Without struggling, she let the man hold it, "Me too, I'm sorry, I couldn't get rid of my parents..."

"No need to be sorry, I am not a good man either, Mira. I now... I mean I may not give you more than some songs and Hollywood opportunities now, Mira, can you understand me? I... think Single for a while, last marriage..." Song Ya confessed to Amy.

"that is your freedom."

Mira withdrew her hand and blinked her long eyelashes several times. "I can understand."

The two of them stared at each other in silence for a long time. Song Ya felt that she couldn't see her heart anymore, but if according to her previous temper, she would have cursed her if she really planned to reject herself, "Uh, anyway, this song I gave it to you..."

"I'll go to the bathroom." She suddenly picked up her bag and got up.

"Oh, over there, I'll see you." Song Ya took her to the restroom of the restaurant, "Remember? The music classroom in Brooklyn..."

"You are a badass, APLUS." She lowered her head and smiled and pushed open the bathroom door. "It has been since then."

For a moment, Song Ya wanted to force her to follow up, but just stopped moving one foot.

But I didn't expect Mira seemed to be shaken by herself~www.wuxiaspot.com~, she pulled the door and didn't release it immediately.

Song Ya understood and stopped pretending.

It is still in the partition, still in a familiar posture, and the two are still very young.

"Ling Ling Ling..."

After a long time, in a cafe on the side of the street, the gathering of the Anaconda Disaster crew was almost over. Many colleagues left. The casting director took out the ringing cell phone, looked at the number, and said, "I'm sorry." He ran to the door to listen, "Director Rocha, what's the matter?" he asked in Spanish.

"The president of Columbia Pictures, Mr. John Carly, doesn't seem to like the Jennifer Lopez we are fancy. He just ordered me to change Milla Jovovich to audition for the heroine." Luis Rosa said.

"Why?!" the casting director exclaimed.

"I don't know, maybe he doesn't want to let the actors supported by Mr. Motula get resources. Jennifer Lopez just slammed a money train... You know, those ugly high-level movie company struggles... Anyway, you will do the same tomorrow. Although Mr. Motura is our friend, he has no more positions."

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