I’m in Hollywood

The next day, Eric still came to the crew early, and after a night of rest, he was finally limping. Everyone in the crew has a tacit understanding of the scene that happened yesterday, but most people have unspeakable curiosity and speculation in their eyes.

"Nikkor, is Julia coming?" Eric Lara pulled out Nickel Frank, who pretended to debug the camera.

Nickel looked up at the trailer and pointed a sly smile on his face: "Miss Roberts has been here, in the trailer."

Eric patted Nickel's shoulder and walked toward the trailer, and everyone who had pretended to be busy behind him looked at Eric back.

"The director will not be furious," the crew of the crew whispered to the companions around him.

"Who knows, but rest assured, the film is almost finished, and certainly will not temporarily change the heroine. Hey, you said why Miss Roberts played the director's foot yesterday? High heels, it hurts."

"You ask me, I ask who is going. But between the director and the actress, it is not that broken thing. I really like the girl like Julia Roberts, enough."

"It's still strong enough. You came late, didn't see Julia Roberts coming in the morning, a look of despair. It is estimated that I regretted one night."

In a whisper behind him, Eric stepped into the trailer, and Julia was sitting in front of the mirror, absent-mindedly letting Alison polish the foundation, seeing Eric, Julia from the makeup mirror. The body collapsed.

"Alison, go out first." Eric pointed to the door and told Alison.

Alison put down the make-up tool, looked at Julia with concern, and then turned and walked out of the trailer. Eric locked the trailer door, walked to Julia, pushed the bottle and jar on the dressing table aside, and turned back. Going up, looking down at Julia.

The girl's face was awkward, her head lowered slightly, her eyes flickered, and she did not dare to face Eric's gaze. Her hands were on her knees and her clothes were unconsciously squatting.

"You have nothing to say, such as apologizing?" Looking at the girl's trepidation, Eric sighed and took the lead.

Julia's head hangs lower, and the hands that hold the horns are clenched into small fists, but they barely bite their lips.

Eric reached out and picked up the girl's chin, forcing Julia's gaze to look at herself, with a bit of impatience in her tone: "Look at me and say something."

The opposite of the four eyes, Julia's body trembled abruptly, looking at Eric's aggressive eyes, she thought of that night, that night, this abominable guy treated himself like this. Somehow, the reluctant resistance in her heart vanished, but it produced an inexplicable expectation.

Eric took back his fingers, but Julia was still mechanically holding her head up, her cheeks reddish, and the scorpion was filled with irritating fog.

After watching it for a few seconds, Eric’s mind once again showed the scene of the blurred night. I couldn’t help but stretch my index finger again, gently across the girl’s cheek and sliding to the girl’s rosy lip line.

Julia silently snorted: yes, that is...

This time, the girl did not remain passive, but she gently opened her lips, wrapped the finger in it, and looked at Eric with her eyes. The little tongue squirmed flexibly, like a certain thing, carefully Contains the index finger of Eric.

After a while, Eric couldn't help but pull the thumb into the girl's mouth and caught the flexible little tongue pinched. In the girl's snoring, Eric slammed back. Some of my own gaffes, took out a paper towel and wiped the wet fingers, looking at the girl with a guilty look at the look of confusion: "Well, I seem to... understand where the problem is."

Julia leaned forward and leaned her head on Eric's lower abdomen, sliding her hand to Eric's belt. Just about to move, Eric reached out and stopped Julia's move: "Julia, it's not suitable here, but there are dozens of people waiting for us."

"I... I don't care." The girl gasped softly and the movements on her hands continued.

Eric raised his hand and wanted to wake the girl, but suddenly remembered that the girl would not only wake up, but the emotion would increase. After thinking about it, Eric went to the trailer door and pulled the door open. The bright light and the voice of the members of the surrounding crew passed into the carriage.

Eric turned and looked at it. Julia's gaze has recovered a little bit of clearness. Fortunately, the instinctual shame can still suppress the obedience. This is a good thing, not too sick.

"Well, Julia, that's all right yesterday. This is the case after the film is finished. We are... I am sorry, but you may need some psychotherapy."

Although Julia is 22 years old, she does not understand what Eric’s last words mean. She only completed high school and did not have the extensive knowledge that Eric had accumulated over the past decades.

However, the surviving obedience in the emotions just made her obedient and nodded. At the same time, when I heard the words of psychotherapy and then thought of my own actions, Julia also understood that some aspects of her problems must have occurred.

"Can you tell me what is going on?" Julia sorted out the messy clothes and asked.

Eric returned to Julia and saw the girl's forehead pulling down her hair and trying to get up for Julia. She just reached out and quickly returned: "Sorry, Julia, you may be Got a slight Stockholm syndrome."

Julia was confused, she only knew that Stockholm was the capital of Sweden. But seeing the guilty look of Eric's face, Julia did not ask again.

Some of the crew members saw Eric coming down from the trailer so quickly. They were all disappointed. The trailer that the crew rented was not big. If a man and a woman do some periodic sports inside, the body will definitely shake. stand up. It is a pity that this kind of thing has not happened, and people who are looking forward to gossip are disappointed.

"What do you want, I am ready to work," Eric was guilty of guilty, and was stared at by these unscrupulous guys. "Alison, it’s you, hiding, hiding, and that. Who, give hurry to Julia makeup. Nickel, how the photography track has not been laid, do not want to do it, Allen, bring my director Taiben..."

With Erik's roar, all members of the crew quickly moved and a busy day of filming began.

......

This afternoon, Jeffrey came back from New York. At the same time, I informed Eric that the firefly company's title made by Pixar was completed. After a day of shooting, Eric saw Pixar at the Firefly headquarters.

"Eric, this is Pixar's creative executive vice president, Mr. John Lassett. John, this is Eric." With Jeffrey's introduction, the two men shook hands.

"Mr. Lassett, I am sorry to let you wait until now." Eric sighed, John Rasset went to the Firefly headquarters at four o'clock in the afternoon and waited until 7 pm to see Eric. However, John did not dare to complain too much at this time, because every single business that Pixar can get now is extremely important to the survival of this studio.

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Williams, I think, let's take a look at the title of your company."

"Of course," Eric nodded. Three people came together in the firefly's screening room, and John Rasset personally put the ready-made videotape into the projector.

On the screen, a little girl in a red hoodie holds a glass bottle and stands in the wilderness under the night sky. The girl opened the lid of the glass bottle. A firefly in the bottle shook a few wings, and quickly passed out of the glass bottle. After drawing a scented Firefly-Film light and shadow in the air, it drifted away, getting farther and farther, and finally The brightest one in the starry night sky.

The full length of the title LOGO was about 30 seconds, and it was repeated several times. Eric frowned and said his opinion: "Mr. Rasset, is the girl's movement in the picture too stiff?"