[European style] The truth

From: Michael Anguill

Although I have made sufficient preparations for this meeting, even though I have rehearsed it a hundred times in my heart, even though I was so excited that I stayed up all night last night, I was still full of energy out of nervousness. When I saw the real Larry Dan with my own eyes At that moment, my throat still seemed to be locked tightly, and I could only utter intermittent words: "Hi, hello, Mr. Dance. I am Michael Anguill, a reporter for the New York Daily News."

"I know you, Jack told me," Mr. Dance gave me a friendly smile, shaking the whiskey bottle in his hand, "Larry is enough, I don't want to make the atmosphere in the house like in California Just as nervous. Sit down and let's have a drink."

"You can call me Mike," I responded immediately, God knows how my nerves were strained!

I sat back on the soft sofa and watched the famous director fill two empty glasses and push one of them towards the guests.He sat down beside me, picked up his own glass, raised his head and took a big sip, and smacked his lips contentedly: "Not bad whiskey, do you want to try it too?"

I immediately took a sip from the wine glass, nodded thoughtfully like him, and commented half-understood: "Good wine." When all the simplest greetings and politeness were in place, I couldn't wait I want to get into today's topic: "Mr. Dance, I'm here today to ask about Mr. Coster..."

"I know that all the reporters have come to me these days for this matter." Mr. Dance said, "In fact, if Jack hadn't recommended you, I probably wouldn't have been interviewed by anyone. You know, this The interview was just too painful for me."

I was silent for a while, thinking about how to speak next.At the end of the day, I'm just a naive, unknown 23-year-old newcomer to the New York Daily News less than a year old.If it wasn't for my superior, Mr. Jacob McCawlane, who has a personal relationship with Mr. Dance, I would never have been able to get the priority of interviewing before other experienced and excellent reporters.

"I am very sorry about Mr. Coster." After hesitating for a while, I still said the most objective and indifferent words in my opinion, "The departure of such a talented and promising young actor, Undoubtedly a huge loss for Hollywood."

"Did Jack teach you to speak the official language? Don't be so reserved, boy, just treat me as your ordinary friend." Mr. Dance smiled, looked down at the wine glass, and said slowly, "I always feel None of this is true. Luca was filming Bitter Winter, which I was directing six months ago; I heard the news that he committed suicide in his apartment the day after Christmas."

"Yeah, I always felt like the success of Fidennis was just around the corner," I echoed. "His and Daniel Letts' performances were so good, I almost thought they were out."

"Haha, you're right, they did a great job. The Academy Award for Best Actor is well deserved." Mr. Dance was very satisfied with my reaction, "Of course, Danny was very upset about this, because other than He, we all won the award."

"Mr. Dance, no, Larry, do you mind if I record our conversation?" I took out my laptop and asked cautiously, "As far as I know, you and Mr. Coster have become acquaintances for a long time. Years. What was he like when we first met?"

"Whatever you want, Mike," said Mr. Dance, an easy-going man with no airs of celebrity at all.As he grows older, the smile of this man in his late fifties is helped by wrinkles. "If you don't mind, I hope to tell a story about what I know about Luca."

I nodded and typed the first sentence in the newly created blank document: "Lucas Coster in the eyes of Larry Dance."