Made in Hollywood

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"Miss Tang En, I hope you can take care of your cell phone!"

Hearing Duke's icy words, Shania Twain's agent grabbed the phone from her hand, removed the battery on the back cover, and said quickly, "Sorry, Director Rosenberg."

Duke's eyes have been looking at Shania Twain, Shania Twain is not a young man without experience, after showing an embarrassed smile, he said, "I'm very sorry..."

Even though he was on the verge of breaking out just now, Duke managed to control himself. He knew that the target of his anger should be directed at CAA, not others.

He never liked letting himself get out of control.

"If there's still a cell phone ringing on the set," Duke said hoarsely, "I promise, I'll nail this machine to the wall!"

"Drink some water?" Sophia handed a glass of cold water in time, Duke took a sip, feeling that his hot chest seemed to cool down a lot, and said, "Thank you."

"I thought the volcano was about to erupt." Sophia looked at this side with incredible eyes.

"Having a tantrum doesn't solve the problem." Duke shook his head slowly. "I don't want to lose control either."

Taking the director's position, pressure will follow, no matter how good-tempered people are, they will become irritable, and Duke is no exception, but he doesn't want to become the scary set of James Cameron. tyrant.

"Sometimes you don't look like a twentysomething at all." Sophia took the cup from Duke, "My father once said that he couldn't control his temper on set until he was forty. "

"If losing my temper can solve the current problem and make the movie sell well, I don't mind breaking out ten times a day." Duke made a joke to calm himself down, "but getting angry a lot of times just makes things worse. To make matters worse, do I completely turn into a high-powered hair dryer so that the film can be successfully filmed?"

After a delay of more than ten minutes, the filming resumed, and the crew's improved state was not interrupted. After three consecutive shootings, the scene finally came to an end.

Although the next filming is still stumbling, there are always unexpected problems, Duke also feels that his anger is on the rise again, and his voice seems to have become a lot louder, but he still controls his emotions and ensures that the crew has been in a difficult but normal way in operation.

Although it has decent control, it doesn't feel good to walk on the edge of anger.

"This is the end of the day."

After the announcement, Duke found the dried shoes and put them on. He sat behind the monitor and looked at the footage shot today. He had no intention of leaving after get off work.

"You need to rest." Sophia came over with her handbag, "Come on, I'll invite you to have a drink."

Duke also knew that he needed to relax, and he was under enormous financial and ideological pressure.

After turning off the monitor, after a simple tidying up, Duke and Sophia left the studio, drove into a battery car, and reached the entrance of the studio. Without changing cars, they walked directly to the left of the Warner Building, only a thousand walks away. feet, and found a small bar.

It was still early, there were not many people in the bar, and there was more soothing music, not loud heavy metal, Duke went directly to the counter and sat on the high chair, Sophia sat on his left .

"A glass of dark beer, thank you."

Duke knew he wasn't a good drinker, and didn't try those strong drinks.

"Cheers, workaholic."

Sophia took a glass of whiskey and touched his glass, Duke smiled helplessly, took a sip, and said, "In your eyes, I am this image?"

"Isn't it?" Sophia tilted her head playfully, "This is the opinion of most of the crew."

"Whatever they say," Duke said nonchalantly, "As long as I know what kind of person I am, that's enough."

"Extremely egoistic." Sophia glanced at him.

"This is self-confidence." Duke picked up the glass and took another sip. "If you really care about other people's comments, the director will not even think about surviving in this world in the future. The saliva of film critics alone is enough to drown us."

"We don't discuss movies." Sophia took the initiative to change the subject, "How have you developed with Naomi Watts?"

"Development?" Duke was stunned. He didn't seem to have thought about that Australian woman recently. He stretched out two fingers and gestured at Sophia, "I just slept with her twice!"

"Then I wish you an early breakup." Sophia was obviously intentional.

Shrugging his shoulders, Duke didn't bother to respond to Sophia's one-liners. He and Naomi Watts were not boyfriend and girlfriend at all. How did they break up?

The two had just finished drinking the wine, when Sophia's handbag suddenly rang the phone's ringtone. After she took it out, she made an apologetic expression to Duke.

"Mom's phone." She stood up, "I'm going home, I'll go first."

Duke waved to her, asked for another beer, and was about to leave after drinking. It was probably time for get off work, and the number of people in the bar began to increase. Among them were a few familiar Warner employees. The bar in the Warner Building is a place frequented by some of the Warners.

"Hi, Duke."

"Hi……"

Duke waved to people who greeted them, even if he couldn't remember their names.

Slowly sipping the slightly bitter stout, Duke's mind habitually returned to the movie, figuring out how to adjust to make the shooting plan more compact and efficient...

"A martini, thank you."

Just now Sophia took another person's seat, "Hi..."

"Hi..." Duke nodded subconsciously.

"What are you thinking? You look very ecstatic?" The other party seemed to know him, and his crisp voice kept ringing, "Aren't you still angry about the afternoon? I'm serious and humble."

Hearing this, Duke turned his head and looked to the left. Shania Twain's long brown hair was tied behind her head, and she was wearing a tight jacket. The low-cut design highlighted the large white and smooth under the neck. skin.

Her height is not much different from Naomi Watts, but her figure is more hot and sexy.

"It's weird that I'm here?" She pointed in the direction of the Warner Building. "Warner Records is right next to it."

"I accepted your apology." Duke raised his glass to her. "That means it's over."

"Do you need me to say thank you?" She drank half a glass of wine directly.

Duke shook his head, "You're welcome."

"Do you like drinking alone?" Shania Twain turned her head to look at him and raised an eyebrow, "Or is it too stressful?"

"Can you see I'm stressed?" Duke also turned his head to look at her.

"Don't forget, I've been to your set twice, although no one should welcome me for the third time..." She smiled self-deprecatingly, then straightened her face and said, "I know that kind of pressure is overwhelming. I can't breathe, but no one feels like sharing with you."

"So..." Duke tacitly agreed, "Have you experienced this feeling too?"

"I've been experiencing it." Shania Twain touched Duke's glass and drank the remaining martini. "That's why I came here alone to drink."

"Respect the damn pressure!" Duke also drank the rest of the beer.

"Respect the damn pressure!" Shania Twain showed a hearty smile and snapped her fingers at the bartender, "Two glasses of whiskey!"

"I heard people from Warners talk about you."

Pushing a glass of wine in front of Duke, she turned around and faced him directly, "Some say you're a genius, some say you're just lucky, but everyone says you're lucky."

"So, I need to continue to be successful." Duke also turned his body and threw the unhappiness of the afternoon behind his head, after all, there was a standard hot beauty sitting across from him, "At that time they would only say Duke Rosenberg. Greg is a genius."

"For success!" Shania Twain raised her glass.

"For success!" Duke tapped her glass.

"But you are indeed a lucky one." Shania Twain put down her wine glass and saw Duke's puzzled eyes, she put her hands on her thighs in tight jeans, and said, "Even if you fail this time, at the Hollywood stand If you can’t stand it, you can still live well under your conditions.”

"According to what you said..." Duke thought for a while, and finally nodded slowly, "I am indeed lucky."

"I'm different." She lightly tapped her plump breasts, "If I can't make it and the first album fails, Warner Records will terminate my contract, my manager will abandon me, and the landlord will take me away. house, I can only go back to Canada..."

"Oh, I'm a Canadian." Probably because of alcohol, Shania Twain's words were obviously a bit too much, "I have five younger brothers and sisters to support, if I don't succeed, I can only go back to the bar in Canada to sing , earning only $25 a night, and maybe doing striptease for a living.”

"So..." She flipped her fingers and pointed at Duke, "I'm more stressed than you!"

"You will succeed."

If what she said is true, this future diva can be regarded as a typical example of a sparrow turning into a phoenix. "Maybe this time next year, I will leave Hollywood because of the failure of the movie, and you have become a popular singer."

"It's not possible," Shania Twain's wild eyes showed all determination, "I must succeed!"

"I don't allow myself to fail!" she said again.

Hearing the words that sounded like a curse and shout, Duke looked at her with more respect. Those who worked hard to change their destiny also deserve respect.

Even from Shania Twain, Duke saw some of his own characteristics. They are the kind of people who will work hard to move forward when they see their goals.