Chapter 909

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

In an indoor studio in Hollywood, the audition for the role of the female supporting role in the catastrophe of the python is in progress. According to the requirements of the crew photographer, Mila, who is wearing short shorts and a small white vest, spreads her long legs and sits on a plastic material On the fake turf, "like this?" She leaned her upper body forward as she said, and her buttocks turned up, as if she would break through the package of ultra-short hot pants at any time.

A very seductive pose, she has been familiar with it since she entered 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 rain."

"It's going to be a bit cold." The staff next to him turned on the special watering lotus, and the 'heavy rain' fell from Mira's head.

"It's okay, I'll take it as a print advertisement." Mira smiled, constantly changing the angle of her face, and firing towards the camera and camera lens.

Everyone in the studio, including her agent, laughed, "You're a professional, Mira, but the audition is more than that." The casting director, a middle-aged bald Latina, stared at her Said on the chest.

"Um."

Mira glanced down. The little white vest was already wet from the rain, and it was gradually sticking to her body, and her spots began to bulge.

Although she is used to it, she still sighed slightly in her heart. The Plague of the Python is an R-rated horror movie. Anyway, the target audience is the adult group. According to the common practice in Hollywood, of course, the movie should be colored by the way. The second female is very good candidate.

Under the watchful eyes of the men, she remained calm and composed, which was nothing. The heroine of the fifth element also had similar requirements, and she wore even less clothes.

"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 manager hurried forward to help Mira up, and wrapped her in the prepared big towel.

"Thank you." Mira wiped her wet body and long hair up and down.

"Mr. Rosha... isn't he coming?" The female agent took the opportunity to ask the staff next to her.

Luis Rocha, a Peruvian national treasure director, once directed the Cannonball Expert starring Stallone, which sold well at the box office. He is the director of the disaster of the python.

The other party shook his head blankly,

"Maybe it was delayed by something." Hearing this, the casting director glanced at the watch interface and said, "Don't worry, he will watch the audition video."

"Okay, get ready for the next scene." The photographer urged, clapping his hands.

The audition for the lines part was in the last round, and today seems to be the body and expression part of the test. The progress is very fast, and there is no time to touch up makeup. Mira returned the towel to the female manager, and smoothed her long wet hair , walked to a corner of the studio.

"Discovery, panic, fear, and escape... Do you remember the script?" the casting director asked.

"Of course." Mira nodded.

"OK, get ready." The photographer unloaded the camera from the tripod and carried it on his shoulder, "Get ready, wait, wait... OK,!"

As soon as he gave an order, Mira immediately entered the state, with the thumbs of both hands inserted in the small pockets of the hot pants, with a relaxed expression, walking around casually like ordinary tourists.

'Snapped! ’ The male staff on the side clapped his hands.

She turned her head to look over, and then, as if she saw some monster, her face twisted, and she froze in place. After a few seconds, she burst into a scream, and then ran away.

The staff member followed closely behind her.

'ah! ah! She turned her head from time to time, screamed, and then fell down on the turf just now, curled up, continued to scream at the 'monster' that was chasing after her, and crawled back anxiously, occasionally kicking towards the 'monster' with her long legs .

"Card!" the photographer stopped.

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

"Thank you." Mira smiled at him, focusing on the cameraman and casting director.

'Not bad...the movement is perfect...the expression...is lacking...'

Intermittent conversations reached her ears.

"Let's try again." The photographer came over to her with a frown and said, "Do you remember the scene in the hut in the script?"

"no problem."

She went to stand in the corner again, still the same, anyway, she was playing a stereotyped female character in a horror film that only screamed, and as the staff slapped her chin again, she widened her eyes to make herself look more frightened Some, and then continued to run, screaming and running...

She fled all the way to the background board behind the turf, treating it as a wall. She 'hid' against the background board with her back and hands, took a deep breath, and stretched her head over the 'corner' to look at it from time to time.

She acted very confidently in this part, because there are similar scenes in the fifth element script, she has practiced for a long time, and Luc Besson personally gave a lot of guidance.

"I didn't explain the details of closing the door clearly..."

Unexpectedly, the casting director muttered to himself, "But...forget it, that's it, thank you for coming, Mira." He held out his hand.

"How about I do it again?" Mira suggested unwillingly while shaking hands.

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

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

It turned out that she was the last one to audition, and the live staff cheered.

"Go to a nearby Italian restaurant?"

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

"Nearby? Which one?" Mira asked.

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

Mira misunderstood, "Did he date you too?"

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

"Oh, that's so embarrassing, I have an appointment with someone else, how about...find another chance?" Mira declined.

"Okay, okay."

The casting director chuckled inwardly, he has seen too many audition actors who are overly defensive, playing this kind of trick... think I want to sneak you or what? Hehe, when the American side doesn't know that you have been blocked by the French? Pretend to be a big name.

Regardless of her, anyway, the one who suffers from being out of gregariousness is herself. The casting director summoned his friends and took the familiar crew members to the parking lot to get into his own car, and then waited for the cameramen to clean up, and several cars set off together.

"What's wrong?"

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

"What should I do?" The photographer poked his head out from the back of the car, "Did you not make a reservation?"

"Let's go to the cafe."

No reservations, indeed, but the restaurant always has seats, 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 who had just auditioned and Luc Besson's ex-girlfriend, a former billionaire and the daughter of a major financial fraud criminal, a former singer, and the former Brooke Shields successor People, former socialite and supermodel Milla Jovovich.

Um? She seems to have sent the manager away too? A man, well-dressed and wearing sunglasses, stopped at the door of the restaurant. A strong black man in a suit came out and let her in with a smile. Then he watched and said something to the intercom while guarding the door.

"Bodyguards? It looks like the restaurant is booked out. The owner of this restaurant told me last time that he would never book out. Sigh! After all, past stars are also stars."

The casting director sighed silently. In fact, how could he not want to dive into Mira, but a girl of that level...is really not what I, a Hollywood Latin gang, can imagine. Have a new boyfriend? Is it the 'he' that Miragang mentioned?

He studied the row of Mercedes-Benz outside. It didn't look like a row of Columbia Pictures executives. Before he guessed it, the green light was already on.

"sit down."

Song Ya pulled out the chair gentlemanly, and smiled as she watched her ex-girlfriend take off her coat. Today she was wearing a pale pink off-the-shoulder evening dress. She was still so tall and fair, because the baby fat was gone, and her face was sharper and more majestic. With the big red lip color, it feels like another style of beauty is at its peak.

"Thanks, Mike."

Mira recognized the old Mike who was helping her with the coat, "Long time no see."

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

"Yes, long time no see, Miss Jovovich." Old Mike smiled kindly, took his coat and went to push back the heads of the chefs who were peeking out from the back kitchen.

"What's wrong?" Mira found Song Ya's gaze after sitting down.

"It's nothing, you're still beautiful, Mira."

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

"Ah, how should I put it?" Mira took a sip of the wine glass, "I made a mistake, there is an action of closing the door in the script, which is when I hid in the cabin... Anyway, I completely forgot!"

She chattered and chatted, her behavior, conversation, and demeanor were completely gone from the girl who would lose her temper and yell at any time, and she was no longer the indifference and decadence that she leaned against the corner smoking silently when she met her in Miami. Well, brighter and totally cooked.

"Thank you." The waiter silently put the arancini as a starter in front of her. She thanked her, and then ate without pretentiousness, "I'm sorry, I'm too hungry."

"Then eat more, I have never been to this restaurant, is the taste okay?"

"Well, it's pretty good."

The two inevitably chatted about the time after the breakup, "Finance Department agents, if there is any kind of person I hated the most at the time, they even sneaked through the trash can in my house."

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

"That's it. Anyway, it's still early before he's released from prison... I don't visit him often. He's still the same. He never misses every opportunity to ask me for money. He tears and speaks pitifully. But I have asked , he has a very comfortable double room inside, and there are no violent criminals in the same cell."

"Are you still giving him money?"

"No, I won't give it anymore." At this point in the conversation, she showed a little of her habitual expression before, frowning, put down the knife and fork in a fit of anger, and took out the cigarette case and lighter from her bag.

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

Song Ya persuaded, took out the manuscript paper of No Sleep 2nite, and put it on the dining table, "This, I mentioned it to you at New York Fashion Week last time."

"Thanks."

She reached for it, but Song Ya took the opportunity to grab it, "I miss you very much, Mira."

She didn't struggle, and let the man hold it, "Me too, I'm sorry, I couldn't get rid of my parents at that time..."

"Don't be sorry, I'm not a good guy, Meera. I'm... I mean I probably can't give you more than a few songs and Hollywood opportunities right now, Meera, can you understand me? I... want to Single for a while, last marriage..." Song Ya confessed as she did to Amy.

"that is your freedom."

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

The two stared at each other silently for a long time, and Song Ya felt that she could no longer see through her heart, but if she had followed her previous temper, if she really planned to reject herself, she would have scolded, "Uh, anyway, this song I sent you..."

"I'm going to the bathroom." She suddenly got up with her bag.

"Oh, over there, I'll see you off." Song Ya sent her to the bathroom in the restaurant, "Do you remember? The music classroom in Brooklyn..."

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

For a moment, Song Ya wanted to play tricks and forcefully follow in, but she held back as soon as one foot moved.

But unexpectedly, Mira seemed to be shaken by herself, holding the door with her hand, and did not let go immediately.

Song Ya understood and stopped putting on airs.

Still in the partition, still in the familiar posture, the two are still very young.

'Ring ring ring...'

After a long time, in a cafe on the next street, the gathering of the crew of the Calamity of the Python was almost over, and many colleagues had left. The casting director took out the ringing phone, looked at the number, "I'm sorry." Immediately He ran to the door to answer, "Director Rosa, what's the matter?" He asked in Spanish.

"Mr. John Carley, president of Columbia Pictures, doesn't seem to like Jennifer Lopez, who we're looking for. He just ordered me to replace Milla Jovovich with the lead actress audition," Luis Rocha said.

"Why?!" the casting director exclaimed.

"I don't know, maybe it has something to do with his reluctance to let the actors supported by Mr. Motura get resources, and Jennifer Lopez just jumped on a money train... You know, those ugly film company executives fight... In short, you can do the same tomorrow, although Mr. Motura is our friend, but he has no positions."

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