I’m in Hollywood

The next day, Eric still came to the crew early. After a night's rest, he finally walked without a limping. Everyone in the crew tacitly did not mention the scene that happened yesterday, but most of them had unconcealed curiosity and speculation in their eyes.

Nickel, is Julia here? Eric pulled Nickel Frank, who lowered his head and pretended to adjust the camera.

Nickel raised his head and pointed at the trailer, with an ambiguous smile on his face: Miss Roberts has long been here, in the trailer.

Eric patted Nikkor on the shoulder and walked towards the trailer. Everyone behind him who pretended to be busy all looked at Eric's back in unison.

The director won't be furious, right? one of the crew members whispered to his companions.

Who knows, but don't worry, the movie is almost over, and the heroine will definitely not be changed temporarily. Hey, why did Miss Roberts kick the director yesterday? High heels, that hurts so much.

You ask me, I'll ask who to go. But the director and the actress are not all that bad. Speaking of which, I quite like a tough girl like Julia Roberts. It's strong enough.

It's still strong enough. You came late. I didn't see Julia Roberts looking lost in the morning. I guess I regret it all night.

In the whispers behind, Eric stepped into the trailer, Julia was sitting in front of the vanity mirror, absently letting Alison apply her foundation, and seeing Eric in the vanity mirror, Julia body collapsed.

Alison, go out first. Eric pointed to the door and said to Alison.

Alison put down the makeup tools, glanced at Julia worriedly, and then turned around and walked out of the trailer. Eric locked the trailer door, walked to Julia, pushed the bottles on the dressing table aside, turned around Leaning up, he looked down at Julia.

The girl's face was a little haggard, her head was lowered slightly, her eyes flickered, she didn't dare to face Eric's eyes, she put her hands on her knees, pinched the corners of her clothes, and rubbed them unconsciously.

You don't have anything to say, like an apology or something? Eric sighed and said first, looking at the girl's trembling appearance.

Julia's head dropped lower, her hands holding the corners of her clothes clenched into small fists, but she bit her lip stubbornly and said nothing.

Eric reached out and raised the girl's chin, forcing Julia's eyes to meet his own, with a bit of impatience in his tone: Look at me and say something.

The moment the four eyes met again, Julia's body trembled obviously. Looking at Eric's aggressive eyes, she thought of that night again, that night, this hateful guy treated her like this. For some reason, the stubborn resistance in her heart vanished in an instant, instead creating an inexplicable expectation.

Eric retracted his fingers, but Julia still mechanically kept her head up, her cheeks were slightly red, and her eyes were filled with emotional mist.

After looking at each other for a few seconds, the scene of that blurry night appeared in Eric's mind again, and he couldn't help but stretched out his index finger again, gently stroked the girl's cheek, and slid it towards the girl's rosy lips.

Julia groaned silently: That's right...that's it.

This time, the girl did not remain passive, but lightly opened her lips, wrapped her finger in it, looked at Eric with rolling eyes, her small tongue flexibly wriggled, as if she was serving something, carefully Sucking on Eric's index finger.

After a while, Eric couldn't help but put his thumb into the girl's mouth, grabbed the flexible little tongue and pinched it. In the girl's soft moan, Eric suddenly came back to his senses. , a little embarrassed by his gaffe, took out a tissue and wiped his wet fingers, and looked at the girl with a blurred look of anticipation: Well, I seem to... understand what the problem is.

Julia leaned forward, resting her head on Eric's belly, and slid her little hand towards Eric's belt. Just as he was about to make a move, Eric reached out to stop Julia's move: Julia, it's not suitable here, but there are dozens of people waiting for us outside.

I... I don't care. The girl breathed softly, and the movements of her hands continued.

Eric raised his hand and wanted to wake the girl up, but suddenly remembered that in this situation, not only would the girl not wake up, but the emotion would worsen. After thinking for a while, Eric walked to the trailer door and pulled it open. The bright light and the voices of the surrounding crew members entered the car.

Eric turned his head and looked at it. Julia's eyes had recovered a little clarity. Fortunately, her instinctive shame was able to suppress that obedience, which was a good thing, and she was not seriously ill.

Okay, Julia, let's forget what happened yesterday. We'll talk about it when the movie is over. I'm… sorry about that, but you may need some psychotherapy.

Although Julia was twenty-two years old, she did not understand what Eric's last sentence meant. She had only completed high school and did not have the extensive knowledge that Eric had accumulated over the decades in his previous life.

However, the remnants of obedience in her emotions just now made her nod her head obediently. At the same time, hearing the word psychotherapy and thinking of her actions just now, Julia also understood that something must have gone wrong with her.

Can you tell me what's going on? Julia asked after tidying up her messy clothes.

Eric went back to Julia and saw the long lock of hair on the girl's forehead drooping down. He wanted to lift it up for Julia. He just stretched out his hand and quickly took it back: I'm sorry, Julia, you may be Got a mild form of Stockholm syndrome.

Julia looked confused, she only knew that Stockholm was the capital of Sweden. But seeing the guilty and embarrassed look on Eric's face, Julia didn't ask any further questions.

Some crew members were disappointed to see Eric getting off the trailer so quickly. The trailer rented by the crew was not big. If a man and a woman were doing some periodic exercise in it, the body would definitely shake. stand up. It is a pity that this kind of thing did not happen, and it disappointed people who were looking forward to the gossip.

What are you thinking, you've all cheered me up and prepared to work. Eric was already guilty, and was a little annoyed by these unscrupulous guys: Alison, it's you, what are you hiding, and that Who, hurry up and put on Julia's makeup. Nickel, why hasn't the filming track been laid, do you want to do it, Ellen, bring my director's desk...

With Eric's roar, all the members of the crew quickly moved, and the busy day of filming officially began.

...

This afternoon, Jeffrey rushed back from New York. At the same time, Eric was informed that the Pixar production of the Firefly intro was completed. After a day of shooting, Eric met with people from Pixar at Firefly headquarters.

Eric, this is Mr. John Lasseter, executive vice president of creative at Pixar. John, this is Eric. Following Jeffrey's introduction, the two shook hands.

Mr. Lasseter, I'm so sorry for making you wait until now. Eric apologized. John Lasseter arrived at the Firefly headquarters at four in the afternoon and did not see Eric until seven in the evening. However, John did not dare to complain too much at this time, because every business that Pixar can get is extremely important to the survival of the studio.

It's all right, Mr. Williams, I think, let's look at the titles commissioned by your company first.

Of course, Eric nodded, and the three of them came to Firefly's projection room together, and John Lasseter personally loaded the pre-title video into the projector.

On the screen, a little girl in a red hoodie is holding a glass bottle and standing on the field under the night sky. The girl opened the lid of the glass bottle, and a firefly in the bottle shook its wings a few times and quickly jumped out of the glass bottle. After drawing a flower-shaped Firefly-Film light and shadow in the air, it floated away, getting farther and farther, and finally melted. The brightest one in the starry night sky.

The full length of the opening logo is about 30 seconds, and after playing it several times, Eric frowned and expressed his opinion: Mr. Lasseter, is the little girl's movements in the picture too stiff?