Eight Hundred and Sixty-One Since the Chaos
Roy Lockley was sitting on the sofa, trying to keep his breathing steady and suppressing the confusion of his thoughts, but the subconscious shaking of his legs still revealed his inner panic and anxiety.
Years of working experience told him that the more unexpected, the more chaotic, the more urgent it is, the more need to remain calm, and only by calming down can things be resolved. However, everyone understands the truth. When things came to an end, Roy couldn't help but feel flustered, as if he was hanging in the air, not going up or down, and swaying violently.
In the corner of his vision, Nathan Price was like an ant on a hot pan, going back and forth, going around, crossing the lamp on the low table on the right, so the light went on for a while. After a while, it became more and more disturbing, and Roy couldn't help but closed his eyes and said in a dull voice, "Nathan, sit down. You're walking around like this and it's not helping you at all."
Nathan paused and sat down on the sofa next to him, but his butt had just touched the seat cushion, and then he jumped up. After all, he couldn't stay indoors. He turned around and pushed open the floor-to-ceiling windows. Outside the balcony, I took out the chocolate in my pocket and tried to ingest some sugar to calm myself down.
However, his hands were shaking constantly, and he couldn't even open the chocolate packaging. This made Nathan feel a deep sense of frustration. The anger and suffocation had no way of venting. In the end, he could only squeeze the whole piece of chocolate into a ball. Fire yourself up.
Turning his head, Roy looked at Andy Rogers beside him.
Andy calmly and quietly leaned on the back of the sofa, his slightly closed eyes seemed to fall into a light sleep, and the relaxed corners of his mouth and his stretched brows seemed calm and composed. However, the hands that were crossed on the belly were beating the beat again and again, and the small movements also showed hints of turbulent undercurrents.
"Andy, didn't Renly say when to come back?" Roy couldn't hold back after all, and asked. They are sitting here, their anxiety and irritability are almost burning with anger, but the person involved is still missing, which makes it difficult to keep calm.
"No," Andy replied simply, after a moment's pause, he seemed to sense the restlessness of the calm, and added, "He just said he'll be back after dinner. Today is in Los Angeles. On the last day of the year, he arranged a big meal that the two little guys would love."
Just when the whole of North America is in a frenzy, when all the media is buzzing, and when the negative news is out of control, the protagonist of the incident is leisurely wandering the mountains and rivers, not in a hurry, not in a hurry, not in a hurry. The light-hearted attitude really makes people laugh or cry.
Andy and Roy exchanged glances, and a hint of helplessness slipped through their eyes.
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Andy pursed the corners of his mouth lightly, "You should listen to the call at noon. I didn't even have time to finish the seriousness of the matter, just brought up the negative coverage of 'Entertainment Weekly', and then Harvey- Weinstein's back. He interrupted me, do you know what he said?"
Roy's eyes showed a hint of curiosity and looked at Andy.
"He said they were going to ride on the merry-go-round soon, and Annie had been waiting for twenty-five minutes for this merry-go-round. So, he had to hang up." Andy said with a smile.
Roy was stunned for a moment, and cast his eyes in disbelief, but then Andy nodded in confirmation. Roy couldn't hold back, he burst out laughing, angry and funny, patted the armrest of the sofa, thought about it again, and laughed again. "Sure enough, Renly."
A smile also appeared in Andy's eyes, "Maybe, this is a good thing."
Throughout awards season, the bomb Harvey Weinstein has been brewing has finally detonated in the right way at the right time. In light of this year's Oscar competition, Renly lost all hope; in serious, Renly's acting career would be affected and affected. At that time, Harvey, who has only one hand in Hollywood, just needs to push and push, and Renly's future will be difficult.
This is what Andy has been worrying about.
However, after the problem really detonated, Andy found that things were not as bad as he thought, at least not the end of the world. What Andy was really worried about was the state of Renly.
From the brilliance and excitement of the concert to the sudden and heavy death of Heather, everything happened too fiercely and too quickly, leaving no time for reaction at all, and the world has been vicissitudes.
Heather was buried on Monday. The Crosses didn't notify Renly, and of course, their actions were beyond reproach, and they didn't have to. However, they didn't even have a single email, they put on a gesture of refusing people thousands of miles away, and silently arranged all the funerals, completely excluding Renly.
Even Andy, who was sitting on the sidelines, had an indescribable feeling in his heart.
If it wasn't for Anita Tunisa's secret call to Renly, "I thought, at least you could say goodbye once." Renly didn't even know the funeral was taking place so quickly.
In the past few days, everything has been going according to plan, Renly has not missed any schedule, nor have any emotional breakdowns, and even completed all the tasks assigned by Andy to perfection.
However, it was precisely this kind of calm that made Andy flustered and lingered.
Now, the bad news about the concert and Heather has exploded again. Andy worries about Renly's reaction.
Today, Renly went to Disneyland with the two little guys as planned, from morning to night, and plans to come back after watching the fireworks, because the holidays are over tomorrow, and they will be flying back to New York. Perhaps the company of Annie and Alex is a good thing.
Andy's words made Roy quiet down. There was a dull pain in the temple. At least at this moment, he and Andy were worried and thinking about the same thing. This is very rare for an agent. Because most agents face such a public relations crisis, the first thought is to stop the loss, not the artist.
"You know, sometimes, you don't look like a bastard." Roy said.
Andy pursed his lips and responded with a smile, "Don't curse."
While speaking, the sound of tires rubbing and the garage opening came from outside the window. Roy stood up in a hurry, and then saw Nathan rushing over, and the two walked quickly towards the door.
Andy hesitated for a moment, just stood up, but didn't follow; he just looked at the other end of the hall and saw in the direction of the study, "Lydia, the protagonist is back."
After a few seconds, a figure came out.
This is a petite woman, even with a pair of big red stiletto high heels on her feet, her height still needs to look up to Andy, let alone face a man as tall as Renly; however, she is wearing a black suit His professional attire, carrying a "killer" bag of the same color in his hand, and the flamboyant and powerful black explosive head outlines the outline of his character, which should not be underestimated.
At this time, she was still busy on the phone, but she still walked neatly and quickly towards the sofa in the lobby, "Well, after the meeting, I will call you immediately... Yes, on the list, the first fifteen people must be sure Get in touch, even if it's not in person, through an agent. Trust me, as long as you mention Renly's name, they'll be willing to answer the phone... yes, I've confirmed that, yes... well, then that's it."
After hanging up the phone, she raised her head and looked left and right, "Where is the protagonist?" Although she asked a question, she did not wait for an answer, and turned to look at Andy, "Don't worry, before midnight tonight, I will make sure that Friends of Renly will be informed and a statement will be released tomorrow."
Lydia-Brooks is a professional PR and a veteran member of Slate PR, the industry's top PR firm.
She once took over the public relations work after Michael Jackson's unexpected death in 2009, and really made a name; but in fact, she has been in the industry for nearly ten years and enjoys a good reputation among independent filmmakers. No., unfortunately, there has been a lack of cooperation with a top big name, otherwise, you can join the ranks of the company's partners.
Renly has always needed a publicist. A major is a major, and Andy and Roy can't overtake each other after all. After this incident, Andy contacted Lydia immediately and went through the needles, hoping that Lydia could become Renly's publicist. However, as for whether to nod or not, it was up to Renly to decide.
"In addition, I contacted a few insiders just now. Cornell and Harvey have no direct contact. However, Harvey has spoken, and this matter is not over yet." Lydia's footsteps stopped beside the sofa, But he didn't take the initiative to take a seat. "The news I heard was that at Sundance last year, Harvey didn't suffer from Renly? Why, the woman Harvey was interested in, Renly spoiled it?"
"Renly put Harvey together, and the distribution rights of 'Crazy Love' fell into the hands of Focus Pictures." Andy explained with a simple sentence, and Lydia nodded suddenly.
In this awards season, it was even more difficult for "Crazy Love" to get ahead; what's more, he just met an "artist" who was just right.
You come and go, and you are vigorous and resolute. The communication between Lydia and Andy is extremely simple and yet extremely easy.
While speaking, the door opened, and Renly's figure appeared in sight. With a relaxed smile on his face, he noticed Andy and Lydia immediately.
Lydia took the initiative to step forward and showed her professional attitude, "Lydia Brooks, publicist."
"Renly-Hall, actor." Renly also introduced himself, shook the other's right hand, looked at Andy, and said with a chuckle, "It's already so lively? You actually hired a professional publicist. people?"
With a relaxed voice and a natural expression, Renly gently led Lydia into the hall, and then sat down on the sofa gracefully, "Does this mean that I can start my autobiography and then my perfume?" Renly His gaze fell on the faces of Andy, Roy, and Lydia, and a smile flashed in their eyes, "Or are you still too anxious now?".
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