Hollywood Hunter

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The kind old Spanish man had already given Simon a lot of convenience when he checked in. If he left the hotel, it would be difficult for Simon to find a second better place to stay in a short time.

After thinking about it for a while, Simon went to Roger Griffin to discuss whether he could pay a week's salary in advance after the shift in the afternoon.

The owner of the convenience store, who has the potential to cut skin every week, did not refuse, but said that the salaries of everyone in the store would only be settled once a week. Simon only worked three days this week, and if he had to settle early, he would only be paid three days this week.

Simon didn't intend to grind his teeth for dozens of dollars and Roger Griffin, and readily agreed, three days' salary counted as the remainder in his pocket, and it was enough. As for a time difference next week, Simon also plans to find another temporary part-time job with more flexible settlement.

Then, Simon's simple act made the middle-aged fat man, who wasn't too bad in the end, a little embarrassed.

Leaving the convenience store, Simon walked back to the hotel where he lived for more than 20 minutes.

This is a typical motel with a 'concave' shape, a white two-story wooden building with a total of more than ten rooms, and a few cars parked in the yard.

The sunshine in Los Angeles in the afternoon is just right.

Walking into the yard, Simon saw the hotel owner, Diego Salcado, who was in his spare time, sitting under the porch with a guitar and playing and singing, and he seemed to enjoy it very much.

Simon used to think that the guitar was basically a musical instrument for young people. He played it for a while in college, and he never touched it after work. But in the eyes of Westerners, where music is a part of life, there is obviously no such conceptual bondage.

Finding a chair and sitting next to the old Spanish man, Simon listened quietly for a while.

The old man is playing an old Elvis song "blue-suede-shoes".

If you don't take into account the heavy Spanish accent when humming, the old man's guitar level is barely able to hear.

Simon felt a little surprised when he made this evaluation in his heart.

His own level of guitar in the past could only be used to simply play "You at the Same Table", and he was definitely not as good as the old Spanish man at this time. Although the old-school tune of "blue-suede-shoes" is completely out of Simon's taste, there is no denying that the song is still very difficult to play.

However, after a little thought, Simon understood.

In the other twelve memories, there is still a top Hollywood composer, and the entry-level instrument such as the guitar is naturally within his grasp. And there are guitar lovers among the other multi-talented Hollywood elites.

After the old man finished singing a song leisurely, he turned to Simon and asked directly in Spanish, "Why did you come back so early today?"

Simon didn't answer, just smiled and took out his wallet, took out the $100 bill from it and handed it to the old man, and also replied in Spanish: "Diago, this is my last week's rent, and I would like to thank you in addition. Your care during this time."

The old man nodded, took the money, but glanced at Simon's wallet again, with concern in his joking, and said, "Without the $100, you'll be hungry soon, right?"

"That won't happen," Simon shook his head and smiled. "I found that there is a church nearby, and I should be able to get some food stamps."

The old man laughed when he heard Simon's thoughts, and said, "I like a young man like you who goes with the flow, but it's too impious to do so. Hey, can you play guitar?"

Simon was a little confused when he saw the old man hand over the guitar, but he still held it in his arms, almost subconsciously re-adjusting the strings, and then began to fiddle, it was still the song "blue-suede-shoes" that the old man had just played. ".

As soon as the tune sounded, the hotel owner couldn't help but want to shake his head. The boy obviously also has a little guitar too, just very jerky.

However, seeing Simon's focused look, the old man did not interrupt.

Then, the old Spanish man witnessed a little miracle that made him a little stunned.

In just ten minutes, Simon's playing turned from jerky to skilled at an astonishing speed. The old man also belongs to the amateur level in terms of guitar, so it is difficult for him to describe Simon's guitar level in detail.

However, the old man deeply realized that if Simon's playing level was still a block behind him ten minutes ago. Well, just ten minutes later, this young man's guitar level has already surpassed his ten streets, and he even entered the room a bit.

When Simon stopped playing, the old Spanish man immediately asked, "Son, have you learned the guitar before?"

Simon nodded. He was also very surprised by his performance just now. He could only explain vaguely to the old man: "I haven't touched it for many years."

The old Spanish man obviously couldn't understand what Simon's concept of "many years" was, but he finally found a reason for his surprise.

"In that case," the old Spanish man took back his guitar and put it in the case next to him, but then handed it back to Simon, "Give me your backpack and take this to the beach. It's the peak tourist season. , I think at your level, play there for a few hours, and the next few days will be enough for meals."

Simon was just stunned for a moment, then he readily handed over the backpack that he had been inseparable with these days, took the piano case and carried it on his shoulders, and smiled at the old man with a bit of an inch: "Diego, Gibson borrowed all the guitars. gave me

, let me use the car too. From here to the beach, it's getting dark. "

"You little guy," the old man shook his head, still took out the key and handed it to Simon, but deliberately said in a very philistine tone: "Don't forget to come on."

Los Angeles, with its long coastline, has many well-known beaches, and one of the most lively is undoubtedly Venice Beach, which is adjacent to Santa Monica Beach.

Venice Beach is even more lively in summer.

In addition to countless tourists from all over the world, the pedestrian street of Venice Beach also gathers all kinds of street performers, artists, painters, cyclists, roller skating enthusiasts and other groups, making the whole beach like a lively carnival.

Simon drove to Venice Beach for more than ten minutes, spent two dollars in the toll parking lot to save the car, and carried his guitar to the famous pedestrian street on the beach.

After a while, Simon stopped at an intersection with decent traffic.

Putting the piano case at his feet and holding the guitar to reconfirm the feel of the play, Simon randomly selected a song of "rocket-man" by Elton John from memory and began to play and sing.

Under the precipitation of two lifetimes, Simon didn't feel any embarrassment about selling singing on the street. He felt even more embarrassed if a big man couldn't support himself.

The superb guitar level that was suddenly inspired has caught the attention of passers-by without knowing it. Although Simon, who is used to being attentive, rarely interacts with the people around him, there are always twos and threes of tourists around, listening to music for a while, putting down some change, and then leaving.

The setting sun unknowingly began to fall towards the sea level, and the orange light was projected from behind Simon, dragging his shadow longer and longer.

From four o'clock to now, for nearly three hours, Simon didn't feel too tired.

Glancing at the piano case with a thick layer of coins under his feet, Simon felt that maybe he didn't need to find a second part-time job, so he could spend his time on other things.

Thinking like this, I was about to finish singing the last song and then call it a day, when a hand above the piano box reached out from the side.

A very beautiful hand, slender, slender, painted with fire red nail polish.

Apparently it was a woman's hand.

These thoughts flashed through Simon's mind, but in his lowered eyes, he found that the beautiful woman's hand did not seem to have any intention of putting money in the piano case, but instead reached out to the only $10 bill in it.

This is too much.

So Simon raised his right foot and stepped lightly on the hand that wanted to "do evil".

The owner of the hand didn't seem to have expected Simon's movements, and Simon didn't expect that the hand would not dodge. So, until Simon's right foot fell, a somewhat exaggerated female voice came from beside him.

"Ah, little boy, how can you step on people, it's so hateful!"

Simon reluctantly held down the strings, retracted his feet, and turned his head to look aside.

Janet Johnston, who was squatting beside the piano case, was staring at herself with a accusatory expression, and she had no intention of being caught as a thief.

Katherine Bigelow stood beside her friend with a helpless expression, and smiled apologetically at Simon.

Simon directly ignored the crazy woman who was still squatting on the ground, and looked at Catherine happily. He called Katherine once after his meeting with Jonathan Friedman last week, but was unanswered and had to leave a message.

I didn't expect this to happen by accident.

Catherine is still wearing a simple shirt and trousers today, looking very capable.

Simon looked up and down the woman and said, "What a coincidence, Catherine, why are you here?"

Although there was no aggressiveness in the eyes of the boy in front of her, Catherine still felt a little unnatural, she slightly dodged Simon's gaze, and said, "Jenny's studio is here, I'm attending a production meeting in Beverly this afternoon, Come back to Malibu with Jenny."

Simon nodded and said: "So, is it "Blood Corpse Night", how are the preparations?"

"The casting is coming to an end soon, but there are some problems with the production company's funds, and the filming may be delayed a few months," Catherine said, and added: "I saw your message. Also, Fernandez. Mr. Reedman also called me and he was very optimistic about you, but was very surprised at your age."

Simon smiled, glanced at his watch, and said to Catherine: "Thank you for this matter. Since we met, would you please eat?"

Being ignored by Simon all the time, Janet had some inexplicable little resentment in her heart. At this time, when she heard him say this, the woman immediately pointed to the change in Simon's piano box, and said in a joking tone: "Little boy, you won't use these Can you pay us to eat?"

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