Hollywood Hunter

After more than seven hours of travel, the bus finally arrived at the end of the trip in the evening.

After getting off the car, Simon stood on the side of the street and looked around. Although he had never been here, he quickly determined that this place should be Burbank in the San Fernando Valley in the northwest of Los Angeles County. The ideal destination also needs to climb over the Santa Monica Mountains to the south.

On the other side of the mountain is Hollywood, the true geographical Hollywood.

In the 1980s, although many Hollywood film studios had begun to migrate to the surrounding areas, more production companies, distribution companies, and brokerage companies related to the film industry still gathered in the world-famous locations in downtown Hollywood. on the street.

Catherine got out of the car behind Simon. She also stood on the side of the road and looked around. She had agreed to pick her up and had not arrived yet, so she looked at Simon next to her.

A trip that was supposed to be very boring became very fulfilling because of the appearance of this big boy. After reading the scripts with each other, the two of them talked a lot of topics with relish during the rest of the trip.

Although he was much younger than herself, Catherine even felt that she was a fledgling little girl in front of him in some moments.

It’s hard to imagine how this big boy has accumulated such a wealth of knowledge. Whether it’s film, music or even her professional painting, or many other topics, he can talk freely, just a few hours. Getting along even gave her a sense of benefit.

About to be separated, Catherine suddenly realized that apart from her name and probably because he wanted to be a screenwriter this time in Los Angeles, she knew almost nothing about Simon, but she was unknowingly Leading to confide a lot of things, such as when she grew up in San Francisco, this time she went back to see her parents, and her life in Soho, Manhattan, why she was interested in movies and wanted to be a director.

If he did it deliberately, it would be terrible.

However, after thinking about it, she didn't seem to ask about this. Many of his topics have already overwhelmed her.

Simon looked at the surrounding situation and turned to look at Catherine. Seeing that the woman happened to be looking at him, he nodded and smiled at her.

Along the way, Simon found that there is a very strong contrast between Catherine's own personality and her film style. The characters in women's images often kill people, arson, and swear unscrupulously, and live unscrupulously, but Catherine in life is very quiet, speaks softly to people, and even appears shy.

Of course, Simon did not feel too strange. This kind of strong personality conflict between real life and personal works, which is almost schizophrenic, is very common among all types of artist groups.

Thinking about this, Simon asked the woman: "Catherine, is there no one to pick you up?"

"Yes, but I haven't come here yet," Catherine hadn't brewed the words she just wanted to say. Hearing Simon spoke first, she shook her head and asked, "What about you?"

Simon shrugged: "I thought we could share a car, plus the fare."

"I live in Malibu," Catherine raised her hand and pointed to the west, and said, "Where are you going, if you drop in, I can take you there later."

"Malibu, it's a nice city," Simon said with a smile on his lips, "Why don't you think about taking me in. I can cook, wash, and clean. I can do all of these. I just need to eat and live."

Catherine glared at Simon lightly, believing that he wanted to eat soft food, but then he explained seriously: "I also live with a friend, but I don't have the right to take you in."

Simon smiled. Of course he was just joking. Even if Catherine really agreed, he would decline.

It's not because he can't eat Catherine's "soft meal", but because he has a deep-rooted resistance to living in someone else's house, and he is more accustomed to living in his own house.

Of course, this kind of thing may not be realized for a long time in the future.

However, when Catherine said that she was living in a friend's house, Simon suddenly remembered.

friend?

Is it James Cameron?

In the original time and space, Catherine and Cameron used to be husband and wife. This incident was fired very hot in the year "The Hurt Locker" won the Oscar. "The Hurt Locker" VS "Avatar", ex-wife VS ex-husband .

After collecting the information in his mind, Simon quickly rejected this speculation.

Cameron’s current wife is still Gail Anne Hurd, the producer of "Terminator", and is also Cameron’s Bole. The two were just married last year. Although Cameron is not a stable man, they should not divorce until three or four years later.

Catherine naturally didn't know Simon's thoughts, and after explaining it, she said: "Simon, since you don't know anyone in Los Angeles and you plan to become a screenwriter, then you should need an agent, right? Maybe I can help."

Although Simon had some plans of his own, when he heard Catherine's words, he got serious and said, "Okay, I mean, it's not troublesome?"

"Of course it's not troublesome," Catherine shook her head and said, "However, I can only help you with an introduction. Can you persuade the other person to become your agent? You still need to work hard. WMA, do you know? That's a very good company. Good brokerage company."

WMA (William-Morris-Agency), William Morris agency, Simon naturally knows that this talent agency established at the end of the nineteenth century is still the largest agency in Hollywood.

Of course, based on the information that Simon knows, the current situation of WMA is definitely not good, but the lean camel is bigger than the horse, not to mention the WMA, which is still far away from the lean elephant, can kill a large number of camels. If he could enter such a brokerage company, Simon would definitely be able to avoid a lot of detours.

After all, although many Hollywood celebrities always claim that they happened to meet an agent while shopping for dinner and walking, they seem to have become so popular ever since.

But don't doubt, 99% of these gossips are deceptive. If you don’t believe it, just open the IMDB page of a certain celebrity and see how many years the other party has gone through from the first performance to the popular masterpiece, and you will know how tortuous their path to fame is.

Although there are opportunities and resources that no one else can match, Simon has already planned to survive in Hollywood for three to five years. He is only 18 years old this year and he is not short of time.

Of course, at this moment Catherine can give him some help within his ability, and Simon will never be hypocritical to refuse.

The two of them walked to a nearby coin-operated phone booth. Catherine found a phone book from her luggage and flipped through it for a while before dialing the phone.

Simon stood by and waited patiently.

Catherine talked with the other person for a while, then turned around and asked softly: "Simon, how do you spell your'Westero'?"

Simon immediately spelled his last name: "W-e-s-t-e-r-o-s."

Catherine hummed, turned back, talked for more than a minute, then hung up the phone.

"Fortunately, Mr. Friedman is still in the office. I forget that I am off work now, but WMA has been a bit messy lately. It's not surprising that I worked overtime." Catherine said embarrassedly, and found the pen booth hurriedly on her phone. Write something in the book, then tear it off and hand it to Simon. He told him: "Tomorrow at four o'clock in the afternoon, at the headquarters of William Morris, you must not be late. Tell them that you have an appointment at the front desk and someone will be there. Take you there, if you can’t, you can make this call."

Simon nodded, took the note and glanced at it.

At the top is a name, Jonathan Friedman, obviously Mr. Friedman whom Catherine just said. Next is 150 Camino Street, Beverly Hills, which should be the WMA headquarters address. There is a series of phone numbers at the end.

Putting the note in his wallet and watching the woman lift his bag, Simon suddenly remembered and said, "Catherine, what about you, I mean, if I don’t get up well, I’ll starve to death on the street. Want to know how to find you for help?"

When Catherine heard Simon say this, she gave him a light glance, then took out the phone book again and began to write, while jokingly said: "If you have hands and feet, you can starve to death on the street, I won't care."

The two were talking, suddenly a few loud car horns sounded on the side of the road, a burgundy Ford car stopped, and the woman in the driver's seat was obviously eager to poke her head out of the car window and said to them: "Kate, I caught you. Hey, little boy, get in the car, don't just talk to the big sister on the side of the road, you will be dragged into the alley and eaten."

Catherine gave the written contact information to Simon, and said helplessly to the woman in the car: "Jenny, you are late again."

"Perhaps I shouldn't have come, I must have disturbed you, right?" The woman named Jenny pushed the car door, walked over with a smile, and reached out to Simon: "Janet Johnston, little boy, you What is your name?"

Simon looked at the woman in front of him, wearing a tight-fitting pink T-shirt with a bunch of English letters and high-waisted jeans. The shawl's fluffy blonde hair, although not as pretty as Catherine, but she also looked quite tall and elegant after wearing high heels. The well-maintained appearance also makes it impossible to see her age.

However, Simon obviously felt a bit of madness in this woman's character.

What's more, is it really good to drive in high heels?

Thinking about this in his heart, Simon still shook hands with each other politely and introduced himself: "Simon Westeros."

"Strange surname," Janet Johnston chanted, then looked up and down Simon, with a very satisfied expression, then turned to Catherine and said, "Then, Kate, let's take him back. Home!"

Catherine put her luggage in the back seat of the car on the side of the road and walked over and said, "Jenny, don't be kidding, let's go."

Janet obviously didn't intend to let them go easily. She reached out and took Catherine's arm to prevent her from walking away, but stared at Simon and curiously said, "Little boy, it seems that you have just arrived in Los Angeles and came with Kate? Huh? , I guess, your home is also in San Francisco, right, which city, I asked for Kate?"

Seeing Catherine, Simon looked over with some curiosity. After thinking about it, he said, "Probably, San Jose."

Janet gave Simon a very dissatisfied look, and dragged her voice and said, "It's really interesting, it's probably."

Simon shrugged and wrote lightly: "I don't have a home, I just grew up in San Jose."

"How could anyone have no home?" Janet didn't react for a while, ignoring Catherine's little movement of pulling her arm, and asked: "Where did you live before you came to Los Angeles?"

Simon curled his mouth, showing a harmless smile, and said, "Watsonville Mental Hospital."