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"I'm really looking forward to your role as a super villain. That should look interesting." Quentin looked at Hugo in front of him and said curiously.

In fact, Hugo’s looks are not righteous and awe-inspiring. The so-called righteous face should be the face of Christopher Reeve who was born to play Superman, as well as Tom Cruise, Tom Hanks, Brad Pitt, Harrison Ford wrote "I am a hero" all over his face. Hugo is more of a positive impression of warmth, gentleman, and sunshine.

In a situation like Hugo, the most typical representative is Anthony Hopkins' performance in "The Silent Lamb." Hannibal played by Anthony is simply intelligent and personable psychology. Professor, it will be a pleasant thing to get along with him. He is super-learned, elegant, and polite. Such an authoritative and positive image of a professor has a very powerful deceptive sex, which makes it difficult for people to believe that this is a cannibalism. The demon. In the process of watching the movie, the audience's emotions towards Hannibal are actually very complicated. On the one hand, they hope that something will happen between him and the beautiful ‘female’ protagonist, but on the other hand they are full of fear.

Anthony broke the shackles of appearance and gave life to the character's color. With a performance of only 21 minutes, he defeated a lot of competitors and won the Oscar actor Golden Man. Now Hugo is working hard and unremittingly towards the level that Anthony showed in "The Silent Lamb".

"I've tried it." Hugo replied with a smile, which made Quentin's expression of consternation. He blurted out the phrase "when". Hugo half-squinted his eyes and felt the dizziness in his head. He said with a smile, "When I worked with Spielberg not long ago, I played such a role. Nazis, murderers, and annihilation of conscience, maybe that's it."

"Wow, I have already started to look forward to what you said." Quentin expressed his positive attitude eagerly. "Spielberg is really a director with bold ideas."

"I'm doing a pre-heating promotion for the movie release now, and I hope it will have an effect." Hugo only felt that his eyelids were a little heavy, and the wine'jing' began to impact the brain's defenses because of the indoor heat, and he began to slacken his speech. Speaking draggingly.

Quentin also noticed Hugo's situation. He turned his head and looked at Hugo's companions. None of them were in any better condition, and they were obviously happily drinking. Quentin only noticed that he was only planning to say hello before leaving, but he actually talked with Hugo for nearly half an hour here, "When the movie is released, I will definitely go to join me. I hope there is something in the cinema that belongs to me. s position."

Hugo nodded vaguely. In fact, his consciousness was still sober, but he felt a little dizzy. He heard everything Quentin was saying clearly, and then he heard Quentin's voice preparing to leave. , Which made him have to lift up the spirit again, stood up and said goodbye to Quentin, and then stood next to the stand and watched the situation in the bar.

The light in the bar was fairly bright, and the light of the'milk' yellow' color had a hazy halo. Hugo saw Alfonso and Fujin talking on their shoulders, Fujin's face was still tight. He was stretched, but his red cheeks seemed to be smeared with rouge; Alfonso had already been drinking high, and he kept dancing and dancing when he spoke, his mouth splashing like he was making a speech by a thousand people.

Not far away, Pedro was hiding in a darker corner where the light was relatively dark. Through the light, you could vaguely see that his face was full of tears, so embarrassed; Henry sat on the edge of the bar, still the same. He looked calm and lazy, quite a bit of an outsider's arrogance. He was listening to a stranger next to him talking about the mountains, but due to the distance, Hugo didn't know whether Henry was asleep or listening carefully. .

As for Neal... he couldn't see anyone, and Hugo swept his eyes twice and didn't see him.

Hugo knew that everyone was already drinking too much today, and even Alfonso couldn't hold on. If they continue to drink, their group will really be'exposed' on the street. Hugo walked to Alfonso and Fugin and reminded them that they should go back. The two of them were also dizzy. Nodded in agreement, but Fujin's pink and tender expression looked awkward no matter what.

Then Hugo dragged Henry who was just a line away from falling asleep. Henry like this was far from what he had met before, and Pedro, who was crying bitterly, finally found asleep at the door of the bathroom. Neil, Alfonso and Fogin, who were barely able to walk, dragged a large group of people into two taxis and returned to the hotel.

Although Hugo stumbled and transported everyone back, his condition was not much better. After returning, he fell asleep on the ‘bed’, unconscious.

Hugo woke up from his sleep when the sun was shining warmly in the early morning of the next day. Fortunately, he did not drink too much alcohol last night, so his head was only heavy, but it didn't hurt. Sitting up from the'bed', looking around through the dim vision, Neil and Fokkin lay on the'bed' most peacefully and fell asleep, while Pedro lay directly on the floor, showing "big "Self-type, Henry sleeping on the sofa has only the upper body still on the sofa, and the lower body is completely dragged to the ground. But, what about Alfonso?

Hugo stood up barefoot and tried to find Alfonso, but he didn't see anyone at all. Could it be that he was left in the bar yesterday? Hugo ‘rubbed’ his eyes and walked into the bathroom, yawning and stretching, as if a truck was running over him, but he quickly stopped at the ‘door’ of the bathroom.

I saw Alfonso lying on the bathroom floor, vomiting a mess in the bathtub, and the sour smell made people frown. It seems that the things that Alfonso did not solve in the bar will be solved after he comes back.

Hugo walked into the bathroom with his toes, opened the shower head, and then kicked Alfonso's feet hard, and saw Alfonso curl up, accompanied by groans. It was late September. As the weather gradually cooled down, especially in New York, it was not as sunny as Los Angeles. Alfonso slept on the tiles in the bathroom for a whole night, feeling naturally not good.

"Wake up and go to sleep in a carpeted place in the room." Hugo kicked Alfonso again. Alfonso sat up while rubbing his eyes, and then leaned on the edge of the bathtub, but he had not had time to rely on it. When he went up, he felt the water'flowers' splashing from the shower head behind, and quickly moved his back. He looked up at Hugo and thought for a while, just when Hugo thought Alfonso was about to say something. , But saw him crawling out with his hands and feet together, and his mouth was still "clicking" the sound of'switching', which was obviously the effect of the tingling sensation of the collision between the knee and the tiles.

Hugo retracted his gaze and walked to the front of the washstand, ready to wash his face with cold water, so that his head wakes up. The cold water splashed on his face made the pores of the cheeks shrink slightly, and the heaviness of the head was indeed relieved. After a lot of time, Henry’s lazy voice came from outside, "Get up, you're all up, I'm going into the recording studio today, it's not a good thing to be late."

Although Henry was urging everyone to get up, he was not at all alert when he heard his voice. As expected, there was silence in the room.

After Hugo finished washing up quickly, he came out and saw Henry leaning on the sofa. There was no sense of urgency of "recording late", as if he was planning to go to sleep. Hugo looked at Henry and said, "Today is an appointment. what time do we meet?"

"There is no set time, anyway, the music producer they sent will be in the studio all day long, and it's ok to pass anytime." Henry didn't open his eyes, and said casually. No wonder he is not worried at all, that's how it is.

Hugo walked to Neal's side and lifted his foot to push Neal's spine. Sure enough, Neal sat up directly. He looked around blankly, "It's time to get up in bed?"

"Well, I'm going to go to the recording studio. It's always bad to go too late." Hugo looked at the clock they had brought on the bedside table. It was already ten o'clock. After tossing about it, he estimated that he would arrive at the recording. The room is about to eleven o'clock, and it's a waste of money in one morning.

Neil nodded, he wiped a few cheeks vigorously, first pushed Fujin beside him, Fujin also sat up consciously, and then he lay down on the bunk where Hugo had slept. The dead Alfonso walked over, and finally stepped directly on Pedro's **** lying on the floor. Pedro's wailing as he broke through the sky immediately made everyone awake a lot.

A group of big boys get up in the morning and clean up very quickly. After everyone has washed and changed clothes, it is less than half past ten. There is still time for everyone to stop and buy sandwiches and coffee for breakfast before crossing Brooklyn. The bridge is located towards the middle. Depart from the recording studio in the city.

Although it is said that we started preparing the album today, the main task today is not to start recording ~www.readwn.com~ but to have the first meeting with the producer assigned by EMI Records. It is not just a matter of getting to know each other. We also need to'exchange' their thoughts on the album. Hugo and others can also show the list of tracks discussed within the band, so that producers can listen to the mastering, and have a basic idea framework for the setting of the entire album. 'After the stream is over, after the direction is unified, the album can be produced.

Compared with the recording itself, the preparatory work is also a bit careless.

What's more, today I was meeting with the producers of EMI Records. Although EMI has given enough freedom to the glory to death, it is unpredictable what conflicts and ‘flowers’ will arise when entering the real album production process. Therefore, the inside of the band members should be half nervous and half expecting.

"Henry, do you know who the producer is today?" Pedro couldn't help being curious and asked.

Henry looked back at the small window between the driver's seat and the rear compartment from the passenger seat, "Don't hope too much, it can't be a big-name producer."

(To be continued, provided. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets to Chuangshi. Your support is my biggest motivation.)..