[US Entertainment] Hollywood Fame

At seven o'clock in the morning, Kristen and Ryan Tedder came out of Mark Ronson's studio looking tired.

They passed another night.

The two walked out of the studio like walking dead, and then each of them couldn't even summon the strength to say hello, and closed their eyes after getting into their respective cars.

Christine was picked up by Sally today.

Seeing that Christine fell into a deep sleep as soon as she closed her eyes tiredly, Sally silently replaced the music with quiet white noise.

When he got home, he woke up Christine. Christine opened her eyes in a daze, nodded to him, got out of the car with half-closed eyes, opened the door with force and left. go in.

She was really sleepy, so she threw the keys and mobile phone aside, and threw herself into the soft big bed.

I didn't even notice that there was another person in the house.

A girl with a head of thick black hair froze in Christine's cloakroom. After hearing no movement, she quickly picked up the backpack full of clothes on the ground next to her, came out of the cloakroom lightly, and then Quietly down the stairs, through the living room and out the door.

It wasn't until she quietly closed the door that she let out a long breath, patted her chest, and relaxed.

After a while, she smiled and raised her head, looking back at Christine's villa, her eyes full of ambition.

One day, I will have such a big house too, and those precious jewels and jewelry, and those dazzling array of clothes, will all be mine.

She picked up her backpack, walked towards the gate outside the villa, pressed the door open button calmly, greeted the security guard at the gate with a smile, and left here in a grand manner.

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The first thing Christine did after waking up was to turn on her mobile phone to check the dynamics. She soon saw some comments on the Internet saying that she and Evans had been in the same frame for a long time.

Christine pursed her lips, and she slid her fingers to find a photo from the photo album of the two before they were in love, and posted a post.

After posting, she didn't want to read it anymore. After sitting up and going to the bathroom to take a shower, she started to call Judy with a wet body.

"Judy, I'm going out for a walk recently, and I'll be back in about two weeks," Christine said.

Judy on the phone asked her where she was going, and Christine replied while drying her hair with a towel, "I haven't thought about it yet, maybe go to South America."

Judy didn't say anything, just let her take care of herself, and then hung up the phone.

Christine started to pack her luggage. She brought as many musical instruments as she could, booked a plane ticket for herself, and went out.

Music can't be created just by making cars behind closed doors.

She wants to go to South America to find inspiration. As a singer-songwriter, this is understandable.

And now that she is staying in Los Angeles, she has nothing else to do except to worry about the secondary school. Darren and Brian have also dealt with the previous scandal. She just needs to keep her attitude calm and calm.

The only thing worthy of criticism is that she should have gone to Georgia to visit a class, but Christine has not yet figured out how she should face Evans after seeing him, so she should just disappear. .

Christine counted how often she updated her INS, and nodded. In the past few weeks, the videos and photos they took before are enough.

The first city she arrived in was Buenos Aires, Argentina.

Kristen came here because of tango. When making the album, Mark Ronson once told her about tango. Tango music has a strong sense of rhythm, and Argentine tango is often accompanied by this deep sense of sadness. Chris After listening to a few pieces of music that Mark recommended to her, Ting had the idea of ​​coming to Argentina to see for herself.

However, the reality is quite different from what she imagined.

As soon as she arrived in Buenos Aires, she realized that one of her luggage had been lost.

After finally communicating with the airline, Christine found a decent hotel near the airport and checked in. After tidying up casually, Christine went out with a small bag and concertina on her back.

Then, before she could feel the beauty of Argentine tango, her wallet was stolen.

What made Christine even more unlucky was that her passport was still in her wallet.

Misfortunes never come singly, Christine, who was just relieved, was about to utter swear words in the face of this situation.

Christine doesn't speak Spanish, and she only learned one or two commonly used must-have words before she came here, listening to passers-by speaking languages ​​she couldn't understand at all, and even asking for directions had to speak to her. When signing together in sign language, Christine felt a little regretful about her unprepared solo trip.

Unaccompanied, she was walking by the side of the road carrying the accordion, which seemed a little bulky at this time, and she looked quite bleak in this evening.

Just then, she heard the faint sound of music.

Christine looked up at the source of the sound.

It's tango music!

Her eyes lit up, and she walked quickly in that direction, and when she took a closer look, it turned out that someone was performing on the street.

Christine sat down with the passers-by who were watching. She put the accordion aside and let the music sway her body. She felt that her fatigue from the day had been washed away.

At this time, a couple stood up and danced to the music.

Christine propped her elbows on her knees and rested her chin, watching the couple dance jerky but sweet, with a smile on her face.

At this moment, she could no longer think about the loss of her passport and luggage. Christine only had this scene, this dance, and the beauty of this moment in her eyes.

The handsome violinist in the street performance walked into the crowd while playing. He first circled around the couple, and then walked in the direction of Christine.

He leaned forward slightly, approaching Christine as if inviting him.

Christine smiled. She hugged the accordion next to her into her arms, and stood up too, superimposing the sound of the accordion with her own sense of music.

The crowd of onlookers gradually became interested. They swayed to the music and interacted with some people playing musical instruments from time to time. Everyone had smiles on their faces.

After the song was over, Christine was still a little bit unfinished. She hugged the violinist. Since these players are relatively proficient in English, communication is not a problem.

"Have we met somewhere?" asked the violinist, "It looks familiar."

Christine smiled slyly: "That's not how you strike up a conversation."

The violinist smiled and didn't ask any more questions. After a few people communicated, they quickly chose the next piece of music.

On this day, they played one after another until very late, and then reluctantly said goodbye. Christine also asked the violinist for a contact information.

This guy named Lucas is really good at playing the violin. Maybe if he is willing to come to the United States, he can be recruited into his own band.

Hearing that Lucas said that they were going to perform in another place tomorrow, and asked her if she would like to come together, Christine nodded immediately: "That's natural, I live near the airport, call me when you start."

Until returning to the hotel, Christine was still humming the tune of the song played tonight, humming repeatedly, as if she would never get tired of it.

The author has something to say:

I feel that the foreshadowing is enough... Has anyone guessed who this girl belongs to?