I’m in Hollywood

Her birthday is 20 years old. After today, Girls' Generation has completely passed. It happened to be a weekend. Walking around the street alone, I felt like a stray cat.

In the morning, I was wandering on Broadway, passing a small theater, and saw the advertisement at the door, La Traviata rehearsed by students from a drama school in New York, a non-professional theater troupe.

So I went in and watched a show. It was a good performance, and I secretly shed a few tears. It was noon when I came out. I bought a piece of chocolate cream cheese and sat alone on a bench in Central Park, eating small bites.

Since she successfully lost weight, in order to maintain her figure, she has basically insulated from these high-calorie foods. But today's birthday, let's indulge once, hum!

After I carefully finished my lunch, I threw the box into the trash can next to it, and carefully checked my baby's windbreaker. There was no food residue, and I was relieved. He took out a tissue and wiped his hands, picked up his bag, and began to wander.

Passing through Hell's Kitchen, turning into the Flatiron District, glanced at the Empire State Building from a distance, started to turn back, and unknowingly walked onto Fifth Avenue. I went to a few luxury stores with my chin up, picking and choosing, but in the end, although I didn't buy anything, I noticed her Chanel trench coat. The shop staff were still very enthusiastic about her and welcomed her to come again next time.

Why don't you come, it's so expensive!

The Chanel trench coat was given to her last time. It was white, and she took a beautiful street photo. She later learned that the trench coat was expensive, and the price was worth her pay for several episodes. If the price had been known in advance, she would not have charged it.

After shopping around, under the persuasion of a very eloquent female clerk, he still couldn't help spending more than two thousand dollars to buy a bottle of Dior perfume, it seems that he likes the smell.

Hey, in the end I couldn't help but think about that... bastard.

After all, it was her 20th birthday. Her parents and a few close friends called and mailed her birthday gifts. The guy Matthew Perry even gave her an expensive diamond bracelet and solemnly declared on the phone that he was right. She didn't have any unreasonable thoughts, she just wished her a happy birthday, and at the same time gave her a favor, and resolutely accepted this guy who had a bad luck.

Only he has not called for four and a half days.

In the past, on birthdays, even without her parents, she would call a few friends for a meal or something, and search for gifts lively.

It's a pity that now, she hasn't made a new friend in the crew. Mary in Action is a female workplace romance comedy with a total of four heroines. According to the number of roles, she is the second female lead.

When they first joined the group, the other three heroines were very enthusiastic about her. They went shopping together, watched dramas, had dinner, spent a few days together, and then started casually testing whether they could introduce their boyfriends to them. I finally understood the cause of the incident. She is an outsider, how could she be so popular in the first place?

At that time, she had broken up with Eric unilaterally, and the guy didn't fly to New York to save him, so she 'tells the truth', and then nothing happened.

Several girls in the crew are thinking of becoming famous with this new drama that NBC values, robbing the show, intrigue, bribing the screenwriter, accompany the producer to bed, anyway, she has heard of some of the filth of the crew. happened.

Among several girls, she is the most beautiful, even surpassing the first heroine. Therefore, harassment is inevitable, and an episode director even blatantly suggested that she could add some drama to her, as long as she accompanies him to dinner at night. She decisively refused.

until one day,

The new handsome actor Brad Pitt was kicked out of the crew, and many things were passed quickly in this circle. After that, no one dared to harass her again, and even the producer of the TV series was very polite to her and praised her for finding a good boyfriend.

And she was even more isolated in the crew. Several other actresses scolded her as a scheming bitch in private. When they said something about breaking up, it turned out to be deliberately hiding and covering, and she didn't bother to defend. A bunch of little bitches, jealous, bit me .

I don't know if I haven't touched the audience's appetite. Anyway, the ratings of Mary in Action, which has high expectations, are very low. The average number of viewers per episode is less than 6 million, and it will be cut off after this season. The fame she gained from it wasn't as big as being that guy's girlfriend.

There will always be bits and pieces of news about her in the tabloids, calling it Eric Williams' current girlfriend, ex-girlfriend, rumored girlfriend, and so on. Dump it once, and then she won't dare to read these newspapers again, anyway, they will never call her the heroine of Mary in Action first, such a sassy, ​​hateful guy.

Before I knew it, night fell, and I still didn’t want to go back. I was used to making breakfast alone, watching TV alone, doing laundry alone, walking alone on the street, sleeping alone…

On my 20th birthday, on a special day, I suddenly discovered that one is not lonely, but one who wants to be alone is lonely.

Across the street, at the entrance of the cinema, there was a regular queue, and they walked over curiously. The poster of Pretty Woman was hanging high at the entrance. The two leading actors were standing back to back with a smile. The tall girl looked really sexy hateful. It's not a chance to sleep with that bastard, what a big deal.

click-

click-

He remembered the familiar shutter sound, turned his head to look, a paparazzi turned around nonchalantly. Obviously, she was photographed pouting and frowning at the poster. Do you want to leave immediately?

So what will the other party write, Ex-Girlfriend Sneers at Eric Williams' New Work?

Damn, unknowingly, she still stood in the queue to buy tickets, just like to support you, bastard, see how much I think about you.

A few minutes later, he walked into the theater holding a movie ticket.

For two full hours, she involuntarily brought herself into the position of the heroine, thinking to herself what the effect would be if she played it herself.

The plot continued, oh, there was a dew point scene, she subconsciously covered her bulging chest in the dark.

If I played it myself, I would definitely delete this paragraph because of that guy's vile character. Hmm, quite right. It seemed that he didn't particularly care about the woman named Julia Roberts.

Thinking of this, she seems to have successfully grabbed a game, or won a game of chess, or won the first place in the chicken wing eating competition as a child, anyway, these are the feelings.

Then she saw that the heroine got her own fairy tale. What about her fairy tale?

Empty in my heart, I walked out of the movie theater in despair.

It was past nine o'clock, and he couldn't go shopping anymore. He reminded himself more than once not to wander around alone at night, she has always been very obedient.

After walking for a day, I felt nothing. After sitting in the movie theater for two hours, my calf started to hurt. I didn't want to move any further, so I waved and called a taxi.

Climbing the stairs with difficulty, he finally reached the door of his apartment.

There was light in the cat's eyes, and inexplicable anticipation flooded into his heart.

Trembling, he took out the key to open the door, and finally saw the busy figure in the living room.

All the strength was taken away in an instant. Who said that women are born to go shopping? It's just nonsense, so tired to say.

Leaning leaning against the wall of the entrance, he stared at the figure.

The busy man raised his head, saw her, and showed a smile.

Well, Jenny, I'm really sorry, I didn't arrive until the afternoon. Last night, I stayed up until more than two in the morning in order to wait for the box office data. I didn't buy a ticket. I borrowed Mr. Diller's private jet, and it was three in the afternoon when I got here. I had a lot of food and you weren't at home, so I had to arrange it myself. I'm not familiar with New York, and I almost got lost when I was shopping, so maybe I wasn't prepared enough.

She listened to his chatter, her heart warmed.

The man said to himself, struck a match, lit the candles on the cake one by one, and said, Happy birthday!

Throwing off the satchel, she still leaned against the wall, raised her hands in an unimaginative manner, and made a gesture of hugging at him, with a grievance in her voice: Eric, my leg hurts...