Chapter 008: 008
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When he checked in, the kind-hearted Spanish old man had already given Simon great convenience. If he left the hotel, Simon could hardly find a better place in a short time.
After thinking about it, Simon went to Roger Griffin to discuss whether he could pay a week's salary in advance.
The potential supermarket owner didn't refuse, but said that everyone's salary would only be settled once a week. Simon only works three days this week. If he has to settle in advance, he can only get three days' salary this week.
Simon didn't plan to grind his teeth for dozens of dollars and Roger Griffin. He readily agreed that his three-day salary, including the rest in his pocket, was enough. As for another time gap next week, Simon also plans to find a temporary part-time job with more flexible settlement.
Then, Simon's bluntness embarrassed the middle-aged fat man, who was not too bad in the end, and made up a whole number for him, paying $100.
After leaving Griffin supermarket, Simon walked more than 20 minutes back to his hotel.
This is a typical "concave" layout motel. It is a white two-story wooden building with a total of more than ten rooms and a few cars in the yard.
It's sunny in Los Angeles in the afternoon.
Walking into the courtyard, Simon saw the hotel owner, Diego salkado, sitting under the eaves with a guitar playing and singing. He was enjoying himself.
Simon used to think that the guitar was basically a young man's instrument. He played it in College for a while, but he didn't touch it again after work. But in the eyes of Westerners, where music is a part of life, there is obviously no such concept.
He found a chair and sat down beside the old Spanish man. Simon listened quietly for a while.
The old man is playing an old song "blue suede shoes" by Elvis Presley.
If you don't consider the strong Spanish accent when humming, the old man's guitar level can barely listen.
Simon was surprised to make such an assessment in his mind.
His own level of guitar can only simply dial out "you at the same table" and so on, which is certainly far inferior to the Spanish elderly at this time. Although the old-fashioned tune of "blue suede shoes" does not meet Simon's taste, it is undeniable that the playing of this song is still very difficult.
But a little thought made Simon understand.
In the other 12 memories, there is still one of Hollywood's top musicians. Guitar, an entry-level instrument, is easy to grasp. Besides, there are also guitar lovers among the other talented Hollywood elites.
After the old man finished singing a song leisurely, he turned to Simon and asked directly in Spanish, "why did you come back so early today?"
Simon didn't answer. He just took out his wallet with a smile, took out the $100 bill and handed it to the old man. He also said in Spanish, "Diego, this is my room money last week, and thank you for your care."
The old man nodded, took the money, but glanced at Simon's wallet, joked with concern, and said: "without the 100 dollars, you will be hungry soon, won't you?"
"Not really," Simon said, shaking his head and laughing. "I found a church nearby. I should be able to get some food stamps."
Hearing Simon's idea, the old man laughed and said, "I like you as a young man who can take things as they please, but it's too impious to do so. Well, can I play guitar? "
Simon was puzzled when he saw the old man pass the guitar to him, but he still held it in his arms. He almost subconsciously readjusted the strings, and then began to fiddle with it. It was still the old man's song "blue suede shoes".
As soon as the tune started, the innkeeper couldn't help shaking his head. The boy obviously knows a little guitar, but it's very raw.
But seeing Simon's concentration, the old man didn't interrupt.
Then, the Spanish old man witnessed a little miracle that made him a little dumbfounded.
In just ten minutes, Simon's performance changed from raw to skillful at an astonishing speed. The old man is also amateur in guitar, so it is difficult for him to describe Simon's guitar level.
However, the old man deeply realized that if Simon's playing standard ten minutes ago was still one block behind his own. Then, just after ten minutes, the young man's guitar level has already surpassed his own ten streets, and even entered the house a little bit.
When Simon stopped playing, the Spanish old man immediately asked, "boy, have you ever learned guitar before?"
Simon nodded. He was also very surprised by his performance. He could only vaguely explain to the old man, "I haven't touched it for many years."
The Spanish elderly obviously can't understand what Simon's concept of "many years" is, but they finally find a reason for their surprise.
"In that case," said the Spanish old man, taking back his guitar and putting it in a nearby piano box, but giving it back to Simon again, "give me your backpack and take this to the beach. It's the peak tourist season now. I think at your level, playing for a few hours there will be enough money for meals in the next few days. "Simon was just stunned, so he readily handed over his backpack which had been inseparable from him these days, took the piano box and carried it on his shoulder. He also laughed at the old man and said, "Diego, Gibson's guitar has been lent to me, and let me use the car. It's getting dark from here to the beach. "
"You little guy," the old man shook his head, still took out the key and handed it to Simon, but he said in a very philistine way: "don't forget to come on."
The long coastline of Los Angeles has many famous beaches, one of which is undoubtedly the Venice Beach adjacent to Santa Monica Beach.
Venice Beach in summer is more lively.
In addition to numerous tourists from all over the world, the pedestrian streets of Venice Beach also gather a variety of street artists, artists, painters, cyclists, roller skaters and other groups, making the whole beach like a lively carnival.
Simon drove more than ten minutes to Venice Beach. He spent two dollars in the paid parking lot to save his car, and then he set foot on the famous pedestrian street on the beach with his guitar on his back.
A moment later, Simon stopped at a fairly busy intersection on the street.
With the box at his feet and the guitar in his arms, Simon reconfirmed his hand feeling. He picked Elton John's "rocket man" from his memory and began to play.
Under the mood of two generations, Simon didn't feel embarrassed about the street singing. He felt even more embarrassed if a big man couldn't support himself.
Suddenly inspired by the superb guitar level, unconsciously attracted the attention of passers-by. Although Simon, who is used to concentration, seldom interacts with people around him, there are always tourists in twos and threes around him, listening to children's songs for a while, putting down some change, and then leaving.
The sunset began to fall to the sea level unconsciously, and the orange light projected from Simon's back, dragging his shadow longer and longer.
From four o'clock to now, nearly three hours, Simon did not feel very tired.
Glancing at the piano box with a thick layer of coins under his feet, Simon felt that he might not have to find a second part-time job, so he could spend his time on other things.
Thinking about this, I was going to finish the last song, and then finish work, but a hand above the piano box stretched out from the side.
a beautiful hand, slender, slender, painted with a red nail polish.
It's obviously a woman's hand.
These thoughts flashed through Simon's mind, but in his drooping eyes, he found that the beautiful woman's hand seemed to have no intention of putting money into the piano box. Instead, it reached for the only $10 bill.
That's too much.
So Simon raised his right foot and stepped on the hand he wanted to do evil.
The owner of the hand didn't seem to expect Simon's action, and Simon didn't expect that the hand would not dodge. So, until Simon's right foot fell down, there came a little exaggerated female voice beside him.
"Ah, little boy, how can you step on others? That's disgusting!"
Simon could not help holding down the string, retracting his foot and turning to look aside.
Janet Johnston, squatting beside the piano box, was staring at herself with a face full of accusations, without any consciousness of being a thief and being caught.
Katherine Bigelow stood next to her friend with a helpless expression and an apologetic smile at Simon.
Simon directly ignores the crazy woman still squatting on the ground and looks at Catherine happily. After his meeting with Jonathan Friedman last week, he called Catherine once, but no one answered, so he had to leave a message.
I didn't expect to meet you by accident at this time.
Catherine today is still a simple shirt pants wear, it is very capable.
Simon looked up and down at the woman and said, "what a coincidence, Katherine, why are you here?"
Although the boy's eyes were not aggressive, Katherine still felt a little unnatural. She dodged Simon's gaze slightly and said in a soft voice, "Jennie's studio is here. I'll attend a production meeting in Beverly this afternoon and come back to Malibu with Jennie."
Simon nodded and said, "so, is it blood corpse night? How's the preparation going?"
"The casting is coming to an end, but there's something wrong with the money from the production company. It may be a few months later," Katherine said, adding, "I see your message. Besides, Mr. Friedman has also called me. He is very optimistic about you, but he is very surprised at your age. "
Simon laughed, looked at his watch, and said to Katherine, "this is not a good thing. Thank you very much. Since it happened, would you like to have dinner?"
Simon has been ignored, Janet had some inexplicable little hate in her heart. At this time, hearing what he said, the woman immediately pointed to the change in Simon's piano box and joked: "little boy, you won't use the money to invite us to dinner, will you?"
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When he checked in, the kind-hearted Spanish old man had already given Simon great convenience. If he left the hotel, Simon could hardly find a better place in a short time.
After thinking about it, Simon went to Roger Griffin to discuss whether he could pay a week's salary in advance.
The potential supermarket owner didn't refuse, but said that everyone's salary would only be settled once a week. Simon only works three days this week. If he has to settle in advance, he can only get three days' salary this week.
Simon didn't plan to grind his teeth for dozens of dollars and Roger Griffin. He readily agreed that his three-day salary, including the rest in his pocket, was enough. As for another time gap next week, Simon also plans to find a temporary part-time job with more flexible settlement.
Then, Simon's bluntness embarrassed the middle-aged fat man, who was not too bad in the end, and made up a whole number for him, paying $100.
After leaving Griffin supermarket, Simon walked more than 20 minutes back to his hotel.
This is a typical "concave" layout motel. It is a white two-story wooden building with a total of more than ten rooms and a few cars in the yard.
It's sunny in Los Angeles in the afternoon.
Walking into the courtyard, Simon saw the hotel owner, Diego salkado, sitting under the eaves with a guitar playing and singing. He was enjoying himself.
Simon used to think that the guitar was basically a young man's instrument. He played it in College for a while, but he didn't touch it again after work. But in the eyes of Westerners, where music is a part of life, there is obviously no such concept.
He found a chair and sat down beside the old Spanish man. Simon listened quietly for a while.
The old man is playing an old song "blue suede shoes" by Elvis Presley.
If you don't consider the strong Spanish accent when humming, the old man's guitar level can barely listen.
Simon was surprised to make such an assessment in his mind.
His own level of guitar can only simply dial out "you at the same table" and so on, which is certainly far inferior to the Spanish elderly at this time. Although the old-fashioned tune of "blue suede shoes" does not meet Simon's taste, it is undeniable that the playing of this song is still very difficult.
But a little thought made Simon understand.
In the other 12 memories, there is still one of Hollywood's top musicians. Guitar, an entry-level instrument, is easy to grasp. Besides, there are also guitar lovers among the other talented Hollywood elites.
After the old man finished singing a song leisurely, he turned to Simon and asked directly in Spanish, "why did you come back so early today?"
Simon didn't answer. He just took out his wallet with a smile, took out the $100 bill and handed it to the old man. He also said in Spanish, "Diego, this is my room money last week, and thank you for your care."
The old man nodded, took the money, but glanced at Simon's wallet, joked with concern, and said: "without the 100 dollars, you will be hungry soon, won't you?"
"Not really," Simon said, shaking his head and laughing. "I found a church nearby. I should be able to get some food stamps."
Hearing Simon's idea, the old man laughed and said, "I like you as a young man who can take things as they please, but it's too impious to do so. Well, can I play guitar? "
Simon was puzzled when he saw the old man pass the guitar to him, but he still held it in his arms. He almost subconsciously readjusted the strings, and then began to fiddle with it. It was still the old man's song "blue suede shoes".
As soon as the tune started, the innkeeper couldn't help shaking his head. The boy obviously knows a little guitar, but it's very raw.
But seeing Simon's concentration, the old man didn't interrupt.
Then, the Spanish old man witnessed a little miracle that made him a little dumbfounded.
In just ten minutes, Simon's performance changed from raw to skillful at an astonishing speed. The old man is also amateur in guitar, so it is difficult for him to describe Simon's guitar level.
However, the old man deeply realized that if Simon's playing standard ten minutes ago was still one block behind his own. Then, just after ten minutes, the young man's guitar level has already surpassed his own ten streets, and even entered the house a little bit.
When Simon stopped playing, the Spanish old man immediately asked, "boy, have you ever learned guitar before?"
Simon nodded. He was also very surprised by his performance. He could only vaguely explain to the old man, "I haven't touched it for many years."
The Spanish elderly obviously can't understand what Simon's concept of "many years" is, but they finally find a reason for their surprise.
"In that case," said the Spanish old man, taking back his guitar and putting it in a nearby piano box, but giving it back to Simon again, "give me your backpack and take this to the beach. It's the peak tourist season now. I think at your level, playing for a few hours there will be enough money for meals in the next few days. "Simon was just stunned, so he readily handed over his backpack which had been inseparable from him these days, took the piano box and carried it on his shoulder. He also laughed at the old man and said, "Diego, Gibson's guitar has been lent to me, and let me use the car. It's getting dark from here to the beach. "
"You little guy," the old man shook his head, still took out the key and handed it to Simon, but he said in a very philistine way: "don't forget to come on."
The long coastline of Los Angeles has many famous beaches, one of which is undoubtedly the Venice Beach adjacent to Santa Monica Beach.
Venice Beach in summer is more lively.
In addition to numerous tourists from all over the world, the pedestrian streets of Venice Beach also gather a variety of street artists, artists, painters, cyclists, roller skaters and other groups, making the whole beach like a lively carnival.
Simon drove more than ten minutes to Venice Beach. He spent two dollars in the paid parking lot to save his car, and then he set foot on the famous pedestrian street on the beach with his guitar on his back.
A moment later, Simon stopped at a fairly busy intersection on the street.
With the box at his feet and the guitar in his arms, Simon reconfirmed his hand feeling. He picked Elton John's "rocket man" from his memory and began to play.
Under the mood of two generations, Simon didn't feel embarrassed about the street singing. He felt even more embarrassed if a big man couldn't support himself.
Suddenly inspired by the superb guitar level, unconsciously attracted the attention of passers-by. Although Simon, who is used to concentration, seldom interacts with people around him, there are always tourists in twos and threes around him, listening to children's songs for a while, putting down some change, and then leaving.
The sunset began to fall to the sea level unconsciously, and the orange light projected from Simon's back, dragging his shadow longer and longer.
From four o'clock to now, nearly three hours, Simon did not feel very tired.
Glancing at the piano box with a thick layer of coins under his feet, Simon felt that he might not have to find a second part-time job, so he could spend his time on other things.
Thinking about this, I was going to finish the last song, and then finish work, but a hand above the piano box stretched out from the side.
a beautiful hand, slender, slender, painted with a red nail polish.
It's obviously a woman's hand.
These thoughts flashed through Simon's mind, but in his drooping eyes, he found that the beautiful woman's hand seemed to have no intention of putting money into the piano box. Instead, it reached for the only $10 bill.
That's too much.
So Simon raised his right foot and stepped on the hand he wanted to do evil.
The owner of the hand didn't seem to expect Simon's action, and Simon didn't expect that the hand would not dodge. So, until Simon's right foot fell down, there came a little exaggerated female voice beside him.
"Ah, little boy, how can you step on others? That's disgusting!"
Simon could not help holding down the string, retracting his foot and turning to look aside.
Janet Johnston, squatting beside the piano box, was staring at herself with a face full of accusations, without any consciousness of being a thief and being caught.
Katherine Bigelow stood next to her friend with a helpless expression and an apologetic smile at Simon.
Simon directly ignores the crazy woman still squatting on the ground and looks at Catherine happily. After his meeting with Jonathan Friedman last week, he called Catherine once, but no one answered, so he had to leave a message.
I didn't expect to meet you by accident at this time.
Catherine today is still a simple shirt pants wear, it is very capable.
Simon looked up and down at the woman and said, "what a coincidence, Katherine, why are you here?"
Although the boy's eyes were not aggressive, Katherine still felt a little unnatural. She dodged Simon's gaze slightly and said in a soft voice, "Jennie's studio is here. I'll attend a production meeting in Beverly this afternoon and come back to Malibu with Jennie."
Simon nodded and said, "so, is it blood corpse night? How's the preparation going?"
"The casting is coming to an end, but there's something wrong with the money from the production company. It may be a few months later," Katherine said, adding, "I see your message. Besides, Mr. Friedman has also called me. He is very optimistic about you, but he is very surprised at your age. "
Simon laughed, looked at his watch, and said to Katherine, "this is not a good thing. Thank you very much. Since it happened, would you like to have dinner?"
Simon has been ignored, Janet had some inexplicable little hate in her heart. At this time, hearing what he said, the woman immediately pointed to the change in Simon's piano box and joked: "little boy, you won't use the money to invite us to dinner, will you?"
When he checked in, the kind-hearted Spanish old man had already given Simon great convenience. If he left the hotel, Simon could hardly find a better place in a short time. After thinking about it, Simon went to Roger Griffin to discuss whether he could pay a week's salary in advance. The potential supermarket owner didn't refuse, but said that everyone's salary would only be settled once a week. Simon only works three days this week. If he has to settle in advance, he can only get three days' salary this week. Simon didn't plan to grind his teeth for dozens of dollars and Roger Griffin. He readily agreed that his three-day salary, including the rest in his pocket, was enough. As for another time gap next week, Simon also plans to find a temporary part-time job with more flexible settlement. Then, Simon's bluntness embarrassed the middle-aged fat man, who was not too bad in the end, and made up a whole number for him, paying $100. After leaving Griffin supermarket, Simon walked more than 20 minutes back to his hotel. This is a typical "concave" layout motel. It is a white two-story wooden building with a total of more than ten rooms and a few cars in the yard. It's sunny in Los Angeles in the afternoon. Walking into the courtyard, Simon saw the hotel owner, Diego salkado, sitting under the eaves with a guitar playing and singing. He was enjoying himself. Simon used to think that the guitar was basically a young man's instrument. He played it in College for a while, but he didn't touch it again after work. But in the eyes of Westerners, where music is a part of life, there is obviously no such concept. He found a chair and sat down beside the old Spanish man. Simon listened quietly for a while. The old man is playing an old song "blue suede shoes" by Elvis Presley. If you don't consider the strong Spanish accent when humming, the old man's guitar level can barely listen. Simon was surprised to make such an assessment in his mind. His own level of guitar can only simply dial out "you at the same table" and so on, which is certainly far inferior to the Spanish elderly at this time. Although the old-fashioned tune of "blue suede shoes" does not meet Simon's taste, it is undeniable that the playing of this song is still very difficult. But a little thought made Simon understand. In the other 12 memories, there is still one of Hollywood's top musicians. Guitar, an entry-level instrument, is easy to grasp. Besides, there are also guitar lovers among the other talented Hollywood elites. After the old man finished singing a song leisurely, he turned to Simon and asked directly in Spanish, "why did you come back so early today?" Simon didn't answer. He just took out his wallet with a smile, took out the $100 bill and handed it to the old man. He also said in Spanish, "Diego, this is my room money last week, and thank you for your care." The old man nodded, took the money, but glanced at Simon's wallet, joked with concern, and said: "without the 100 dollars, you will be hungry soon, won't you?" "Not really," Simon said, shaking his head and laughing. "I found a church nearby. I should be able to get some food stamps." Hearing Simon's idea, the old man laughed and said, "I like you as a young man who can take things as they please, but it's too impious to do so. Well, can I play guitar? " Simon was puzzled when he saw the old man pass the guitar to him, but he still held it in his arms. He almost subconsciously readjusted the strings, and then began to fiddle with it. It was still the old man's song "blue suede shoes". As soon as the tune started, the innkeeper couldn't help shaking his head. The boy obviously knows a little guitar, but it's very raw. But seeing Simon's concentration, the old man didn't interrupt. Then, the Spanish old man witnessed a little miracle that made him a little dumbfounded. In just ten minutes, Simon's performance changed from raw to skillful at an astonishing speed. The old man is also amateur in guitar, so it is difficult for him to describe Simon's guitar level. However, the old man deeply realized that if Simon's playing standard ten minutes ago was still one block behind his own. Then, just after ten minutes, the young man's guitar level has already surpassed his own ten streets, and even entered the house a little bit. When Simon stopped playing, the Spanish old man immediately asked, "boy, have you ever learned guitar before?" Simon nodded. He was also very surprised by his performance. He could only vaguely explain to the old man, "I haven't touched it for many years." The Spanish elderly obviously can't understand what Simon's concept of "many years" is, but they finally find a reason for their surprise. "In that case," said the Spanish old man, taking back his guitar and putting it in a nearby piano box, but giving it back to Simon again, "give me your backpack and take this to the beach. It's the peak tourist season now. I think at your level, playing for a few hours there will be enough money for meals in the next few days. "Simon was just stunned, so he readily handed over his backpack which had been inseparable from him these days, took the piano box and carried it on his shoulder. He also laughed at the old man and said, "Diego, Gibson's guitar has been lent to me, and let me use the car. It's getting dark from here to the beach. " "You little guy," the old man shook his head, still took out the key and handed it to Simon, but he said in a very philistine way: "don't forget to come on." The long coastline of Los Angeles has many famous beaches, one of which is undoubtedly the Venice Beach adjacent to Santa Monica Beach. Venice Beach in summer is more lively. In addition to numerous tourists from all over the world, the pedestrian streets of Venice Beach also gather a variety of street artists, artists, painters, cyclists, roller skaters and other groups, making the whole beach like a lively carnival. Simon drove more than ten minutes to Venice Beach. He spent two dollars in the paid parking lot to save his car, and then he set foot on the famous pedestrian street on the beach with his guitar on his back. A moment later, Simon stopped at a fairly busy intersection on the street. With the box at his feet and the guitar in his arms, Simon reconfirmed his hand feeling. He picked Elton John's "rocket man" from his memory and began to play. Under the mood of two generations, Simon didn't feel embarrassed about the street singing. He felt even more embarrassed if a big man couldn't support himself. Suddenly inspired by the superb guitar level, unconsciously attracted the attention of passers-by. Although Simon, who is used to concentration, seldom interacts with people around him, there are always tourists in twos and threes around him, listening to children's songs for a while, putting down some change, and then leaving. The sunset began to fall to the sea level unconsciously, and the orange light projected from Simon's back, dragging his shadow longer and longer. From four o'clock to now, nearly three hours, Simon did not feel very tired. Glancing at the piano box with a thick layer of coins under his feet, Simon felt that he might not have to find a second part-time job, so he could spend his time on other things. Thinking about this, I was going to finish the last song, and then finish work, but a hand above the piano box stretched out from the side. a beautiful hand, slender, slender, painted with a red nail polish. It's obviously a woman's hand. These thoughts flashed through Simon's mind, but in his drooping eyes, he found that the beautiful woman's hand seemed to have no intention of putting money into the piano box. Instead, it reached for the only $10 bill. That's too much. So Simon raised his right foot and stepped on the hand he wanted to do evil. The owner of the hand didn't seem to expect Simon's action, and Simon didn't expect that the hand would not dodge. So, until Simon's right foot fell down, there came a little exaggerated female voice beside him. "Ah, little boy, how can you step on others? That's disgusting!" Simon could not help holding down the string, retracting his foot and turning to look aside. Janet Johnston, squatting beside the piano box, was staring at herself with a face full of accusations, without any consciousness of being a thief and being caught. Katherine Bigelow stood next to her friend with a helpless expression and an apologetic smile at Simon. Simon directly ignores the crazy woman still squatting on the ground and looks at Catherine happily. After his meeting with Jonathan Friedman last week, he called Catherine once, but no one answered, so he had to leave a message. I didn't expect to meet you by accident at this time. Catherine today is still a simple shirt pants wear, it is very capable. Simon looked up and down at the woman and said, "what a coincidence, Katherine, why are you here?" Although the boy's eyes were not aggressive, Katherine still felt a little unnatural. She dodged Simon's gaze slightly and said in a soft voice, "Jennie's studio is here. I'll attend a production meeting in Beverly this afternoon and come back to Malibu with Jennie." Simon nodded and said, "so, is it blood corpse night? How's the preparation going?" "The casting is coming to an end, but there's something wrong with the money from the production company. It may be a few months later," Katherine said, adding, "I see your message. Besides, Mr. Friedman has also called me. He is very optimistic about you, but he is very surprised at your age. " Simon laughed, looked at his watch, and said to Katherine, "this is not a good thing. Thank you very much. Since it happened, would you like to have dinner?" Simon has been ignored, Janet had some inexplicable little hate in her heart. At this time, hearing what he said, the woman immediately pointed to the change in Simon's piano box and joked: "little boy, you won't use the money to invite us to dinner, will you?"
