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The night lights in Seattle were dim, but the curtain revealed a deep dampness, with bursts of royal blue halo, ripples in circles, and spread out; there was a faint water vapor floating in the air, mixed with it. With the smell of mud, trees and the ocean, gently lingering under the nose, this is a taste that is completely different from other cities.
"Miss, it's windy tonight, so close the windows for fear of catching a cold."
The taxi driver's voice came from the front seat, and it was audible. The warm worry in his voice made Rooney Mara's mouth a slight smile and a friendly reply, "It's okay." I need some fresh air now.” After speaking, without explaining too much, she turned her head and looked out the window again, watching the buildings continue to recede, like a flat boat riding the wind and waves on the sea in the middle of the night. .
Rooney felt that she must be crazy, even if she was not completely crazy, the distance was not far away.
Tonight is the Oscars ceremony, an annual event. The sights from all over the world are focused on the Kodak Theater. How many actors squeezed their heads in order to be able to attend this event, even if they were just showing up on the red carpet. Fan, that's also good.
Everyone who walks on the red carpet will receive a laser scan of tens of millions of sights, and every detail of the body will be severely tested. Especially for actresses, they will do their best to maintain their best condition. He desperately concealed every subtle shortcoming of his body, just hoping to show himself in the most perfect posture.
As a little bit of red in the "social network", Rooney easily obtained the qualification to attend the award ceremony. In fact, David Fincher personally took her to the red carpet. It can be seen that David treats her seriously. Even if in fact, this is a film of men through and through, the presence of women is almost zero, and it is more of an existence as a symbol of value.
Her agent has repeatedly emphasized how important tonight is and how rare the opportunity is, which will play a decisive role in her future career as an actress; her agent keeps on chatting. Talking, pay attention to manners, pay attention to social, pay attention to politeness, but also particularly emphasized which producers, directors, and actors need to be dealt with tonight.
She always has a sense of utter absurdity. Not only because she did not receive any nomination, not only because her role in the movie is not considered important, not only because she is not even the award-presenting guest, but because she never feels involved, as if she is nothing more than The flower pots placed at the door of the red carpet are either statues or even more easily understood words: vases.
When the flashlight came down, Rooney felt that she was like a commodity for sale, and the gazes and sights hidden behind the flashlight were just being judged. Every part and every detail of her body can be measured by money.
Earrings are worth US$80,000, necklaces are worth US$300,000, handbags are worth US$250,000, evening dresses are worth US$170,000, and high heels are worth US$55,000...
Also, her hair, her nose, her eyes, her chest/parts, her waist, her hands and feet...
Every part was clearly priced, and those scorching eyes made her almost breathless. There is an elegant and charming smile on his face, but there is always a bystander deep in his soul, watching the madness of this world coldly and indifferently.
She is crazy. Rooney thinks so, maybe, she is the mumbling waiter in "Waiting for Godot", living in her own world, becoming an outlier in her eyes, incompatible with society, and then the oxygen is taken one by one. Click to pull away, and finally embrace death alone.
After the awards ceremony, the Oscar night followed. The celebration party held by Vanity Fair was more lively than the Oscar awards ceremony itself. Rumor has it that an admission ticket to the Oscar night has sold for 40,000 US dollars.
Forty thousand dollars, just to enter the tomb of the living dead who cannibalized people without spitting out bones.
Rooney got in a taxi and was about to go back to the hotel, change the second evening dress, and then attend the Oscars night. At that party, she was burdened with extremely important tasks. The agent gave her a list with one on it. The long list of names are all the objects she must meet and socialize with. Only in this way can she win the role of "the girl with the dragon tattoo".
Yeah, everything is for "the girl with the dragon tattoo".
After the project was announced, almost half of Hollywood's right-age actresses flocked to them, and everyone was desperate to get this role, even without compromise. With the cooperation of the "social network" and the personal relationship with David, Rooney slightly seized the opportunity, but it was still not enough.
Tonight is the decisive moment.
However, looking at the spacious and bustling streets of Los Angeles outside the window, a burst of irritation hit my heart. She feels very cheap. She knew it was self-esteem and youthfulness at work, but she just couldn't control it. Before realizing it, she blurted out, "Sir, go to the airport."
Then she appeared here. By the time the three-hour flight of the plane landed smoothly, it was already one o'clock in the morning.
The overheated brain gradually cooled down, and after the impulsive emotion dissipated, it finally calmed down. She finally understood what she had done. At the airport counter, she randomly bought a ticket with the nearest time, regardless of destination, then boarded the plane, turned off her mobile phone, and fell asleep on the plane.
Wearing her evening dress.
But why? Why is she doing this? What should I do next? Also, where is this place?
Rooney couldn't help laughing when she learned that she had come to Seattle. Is this luck? Or a coincidence? The air ticket purchased at random led her to this emerald city. She has no friends living in Seattle, but a friend is working in Seattle.
Lan Li-Hall.
Without any hesitation, she reported to the taxi driver the address of the crew of "Anti-Cancer Me". In the past few days, that address has been arrogant. Half of Hollywood reporters have gathered there and surrounded Lan Li strictly in the apartment, just like he had surrounded Michael Jackson.
"Renley-Hall." Rooney couldn't help but whisper the name, the strange syllable leaping between her lips and teeth.
In a strange city, it is a good thing to be able to meet a friend and pass some time. It's just that it's already midnight, and I don't know if Lan Li is still awake; let alone whether the crew of "Anti-Cancer Me" is still there to continue filming.
Tonight, Lan Li did not attend the award ceremony.
Inexplicably, Rooney was a little envious and a little admired. With such a blue gift, she couldn't help but raised her head and looked up. How much courage is needed to reject Oscar and choose to stay on the crew; how much perseverance is needed to persuade the agent to let him give up his obsession with the academy; and how much tenacity is needed to stay in the bustle and bustle. Dedicated to the performance.
Telluride's time was replayed vividly in his mind again, just like an old movie.
"Miss, we are here."
The taxi driver's voice came over and interrupted Rooney's thoughts. She raised her head and passed the credit card. Her handbag was only the size of a palm, with a lipstick, a pressed powder, a credit card and a mobile phone. "Thank you."
"Miss, are you sure it's okay?" the taxi driver asked with concern.
Rooney followed his gaze and looked down at her dress up, and laughed blankly, "I'm fine." Yes, she was not good before, but now she is fine. "It could not be better."
Stepping out of the taxi, Rooney raised her head to look for the famous peacock blue apartment door, and then saw a white and fat young man sitting on the doorstep, with her hands on her knees and her chin. From time to time, the line of sight floated in one direction, Rooney looked over conditionedly.
Then she saw a bald head.
"Puff." Rooney's first reaction was to laugh. Under the lazy, creamy light, that bare head looked too funny, but it didn't look like another one. The bulb is more like... a cactus, and it's still a cactus after it has been trimmed.
Rooney gently squeezed the corners of her mouth and laughed like smoke, disappearing in the humid air, and then she noticed the arc of the side face where the lines of the bald head were connected. The handsome and clear facial features lack some elegant bookish air, but add a little poetic tranquility, and the brows and eyes outlined like ink add a touch of toughness in the cold moonlight.
The corners of the mouth couldn't help but closed gently, and a trace of surprise flashed through the eyes~www.novelhall.com~ Those delicate eyes glared round and round, I could hardly believe what I saw, and couldn't help moving forward. After walking for half a step, trying to see clearly, but because of fear and unfamiliarity, he couldn't help but stop, and just watched from a distance.
That is Renly Hall.
Rooney knew that although it was a little strange, a little strange, and a little strange, it was indeed Lan Li. In the end what happened? It was just a jet lag at the Oscars ceremony, and Lan Li became... a bald head?
Somewhat ridiculous, but also a little funny, Rooney couldn't help but raised the corners of her mouth. After thinking about it, the absurd and unruly feeling of joy became more turbulent--
Those actors did everything they could to get on the Oscars red carpet. The clothes on the red carpet with fragrant temples, clever smiles, and graceful calmness are bathed in the spotlight, putting on masks one after another, pretending to be Become an unfamiliar image, accepting the cheers of the world.
And Lan Li stayed quietly in Seattle...with his bald head, sitting quietly on a bench, the long streets were empty. The lonely street lamp draws the projection to the old elders.
"Ha." Rooney didn't hold back anymore, clapped her hands and laughed happily.
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The night lights in Seattle were dim, but the curtain revealed a deep dampness, with bursts of royal blue halo, ripples in circles, and spread out; there was a faint water vapor floating in the air, mixed with it. With the smell of mud, trees and the ocean, gently lingering under the nose, this is a taste that is completely different from other cities.
"Miss, it's windy tonight, so close the windows for fear of catching a cold."
The taxi driver's voice came from the front seat, and it was audible. The warm worry in his voice made Rooney Mara's mouth a slight smile and a friendly reply, "It's okay." I need some fresh air now.” After speaking, without explaining too much, she turned her head and looked out the window again, watching the buildings continue to recede, like a flat boat riding the wind and waves on the sea in the middle of the night. .
Rooney felt that she must be crazy, even if she was not completely crazy, the distance was not far away.
Tonight is the Oscars ceremony, an annual event. The sights from all over the world are focused on the Kodak Theater. How many actors squeezed their heads in order to be able to attend this event, even if they were just showing up on the red carpet. Fan, that's also good.
Everyone who walks on the red carpet will receive a laser scan of tens of millions of sights, and every detail of the body will be severely tested. Especially for actresses, they will do their best to maintain their best condition. He desperately concealed every subtle shortcoming of his body, just hoping to show himself in the most perfect posture.
As a little bit of red in the "social network", Rooney easily obtained the qualification to attend the award ceremony. In fact, David Fincher personally took her to the red carpet. It can be seen that David treats her seriously. Even if in fact, this is a film of men through and through, the presence of women is almost zero, and it is more of an existence as a symbol of value.
Her agent has repeatedly emphasized how important tonight is and how rare the opportunity is, which will play a decisive role in her future career as an actress; her agent keeps on chatting. Talking, pay attention to manners, pay attention to social, pay attention to politeness, but also particularly emphasized which producers, directors, and actors need to be dealt with tonight.
She always has a sense of utter absurdity. Not only because she did not receive any nomination, not only because her role in the movie is not considered important, not only because she is not even the award-presenting guest, but because she never feels involved, as if she is nothing more than The flower pots placed at the door of the red carpet are either statues or even more easily understood words: vases.
When the flashlight came down, Rooney felt that she was like a commodity for sale, and the gazes and sights hidden behind the flashlight were just being judged. Every part and every detail of her body can be measured by money.
Earrings are worth US$80,000, necklaces are worth US$300,000, handbags are worth US$250,000, evening dresses are worth US$170,000, and high heels are worth US$55,000...
Also, her hair, her nose, her eyes, her chest/parts, her waist, her hands and feet...
Every part was clearly priced, and those scorching eyes made her almost breathless. There is an elegant and charming smile on his face, but there is always a bystander deep in his soul, watching the madness of this world coldly and indifferently.
She is crazy. Rooney thinks so, maybe, she is the mumbling waiter in "Waiting for Godot", living in her own world, becoming an outlier in her eyes, incompatible with society, and then the oxygen is taken one by one. Click to pull away, and finally embrace death alone.
After the awards ceremony, the Oscar night followed. The celebration party held by Vanity Fair was more lively than the Oscar awards ceremony itself. Rumor has it that an admission ticket to the Oscar night has sold for 40,000 US dollars.
Forty thousand dollars, just to enter the tomb of the living dead who cannibalized people without spitting out bones.
Rooney got in a taxi and was about to go back to the hotel, change the second evening dress, and then attend the Oscars night. At that party, she was burdened with extremely important tasks. The agent gave her a list with one on it. The long list of names are all the objects she must meet and socialize with. Only in this way can she win the role of "the girl with the dragon tattoo".
Yeah, everything is for "the girl with the dragon tattoo".
After the project was announced, almost half of Hollywood's right-age actresses flocked to them, and everyone was desperate to get this role, even without compromise. With the cooperation of the "social network" and the personal relationship with David, Rooney slightly seized the opportunity, but it was still not enough.
Tonight is the decisive moment.
However, looking at the spacious and bustling streets of Los Angeles outside the window, a burst of irritation hit my heart. She feels very cheap. She knew it was self-esteem and youthfulness at work, but she just couldn't control it. Before realizing it, she blurted out, "Sir, go to the airport."
Then she appeared here. By the time the three-hour flight of the plane landed smoothly, it was already one o'clock in the morning.
The overheated brain gradually cooled down, and after the impulsive emotion dissipated, it finally calmed down. She finally understood what she had done. At the airport counter, she randomly bought a ticket with the nearest time, regardless of destination, then boarded the plane, turned off her mobile phone, and fell asleep on the plane.
Wearing her evening dress.
But why? Why is she doing this? What should I do next? Also, where is this place?
Rooney couldn't help laughing when she learned that she had come to Seattle. Is this luck? Or a coincidence? The air ticket purchased at random led her to this emerald city. She has no friends living in Seattle, but a friend is working in Seattle.
Lan Li-Hall.
Without any hesitation, she reported to the taxi driver the address of the crew of "Anti-Cancer Me". In the past few days, that address has been arrogant. Half of Hollywood reporters have gathered there and surrounded Lan Li strictly in the apartment, just like he had surrounded Michael Jackson.
"Renley-Hall." Rooney couldn't help but whisper the name, the strange syllable leaping between her lips and teeth.
In a strange city, it is a good thing to be able to meet a friend and pass some time. It's just that it's already midnight, and I don't know if Lan Li is still awake; let alone whether the crew of "Anti-Cancer Me" is still there to continue filming.
Tonight, Lan Li did not attend the award ceremony.
Inexplicably, Rooney was a little envious and a little admired. With such a blue gift, she couldn't help but raised her head and looked up. How much courage is needed to reject Oscar and choose to stay on the crew; how much perseverance is needed to persuade the agent to let him give up his obsession with the academy; and how much tenacity is needed to stay in the bustle and bustle. Dedicated to the performance.
Telluride's time was replayed vividly in his mind again, just like an old movie.
"Miss, we are here."
The taxi driver's voice came over and interrupted Rooney's thoughts. She raised her head and passed the credit card. Her handbag was only the size of a palm, with a lipstick, a pressed powder, a credit card and a mobile phone. "Thank you."
"Miss, are you sure it's okay?" the taxi driver asked with concern.
Rooney followed his gaze and looked down at her dress up, and laughed blankly, "I'm fine." Yes, she was not good before, but now she is fine. "It could not be better."
Stepping out of the taxi, Rooney raised her head to look for the famous peacock blue apartment door, and then saw a white and fat young man sitting on the doorstep, with her hands on her knees and her chin. From time to time, the line of sight floated in one direction, Rooney looked over conditionedly.
Then she saw a bald head.
"Puff." Rooney's first reaction was to laugh. Under the lazy, creamy light, that bare head looked too funny, but it didn't look like another one. The bulb is more like... a cactus, and it's still a cactus after it has been trimmed.
Rooney gently squeezed the corners of her mouth and laughed like smoke, disappearing in the humid air, and then she noticed the arc of the side face where the lines of the bald head were connected. The handsome and clear facial features lack some elegant bookish air, but add a little poetic tranquility, and the brows and eyes outlined like ink add a touch of toughness in the cold moonlight.
The corners of the mouth couldn't help but closed gently, and a trace of surprise flashed through the eyes~www.novelhall.com~ Those delicate eyes glared round and round, I could hardly believe what I saw, and couldn't help moving forward. After walking for half a step, trying to see clearly, but because of fear and unfamiliarity, he couldn't help but stop, and just watched from a distance.
That is Renly Hall.
Rooney knew that although it was a little strange, a little strange, and a little strange, it was indeed Lan Li. In the end what happened? It was just a jet lag at the Oscars ceremony, and Lan Li became... a bald head?
Somewhat ridiculous, but also a little funny, Rooney couldn't help but raised the corners of her mouth. After thinking about it, the absurd and unruly feeling of joy became more turbulent--
Those actors did everything they could to get on the Oscars red carpet. The clothes on the red carpet with fragrant temples, clever smiles, and graceful calmness are bathed in the spotlight, putting on masks one after another, pretending to be Become an unfamiliar image, accepting the cheers of the world.
And Lan Li stayed quietly in Seattle...with his bald head, sitting quietly on a bench, the long streets were empty. The lonely street lamp draws the projection to the old elders.
"Ha." Rooney didn't hold back anymore, clapped her hands and laughed happily.
The night lights in Seattle were dim, but the curtain revealed a deep dampness, with bursts of royal blue halo, ripples in circles, and spread out; there was a faint water vapor floating in the air, mixed with it. With the smell of mud, trees and the ocean, gently lingering under the nose, this is a taste that is completely different from other cities."Miss, it's windy tonight, so close the windows for fear of catching a cold."The taxi driver's voice came from the front seat, and it was audible. The warm worry in his voice made Rooney Mara's mouth a slight smile and a friendly reply, "It's okay." I need some fresh air now. After speaking, without explaining too much, she turned her head and looked out the window again, watching the buildings continue to recede, like a flat boat riding the wind and waves on the sea in the middle of the night. .Rooney felt that she must be crazy, even if she was not completely crazy, the distance was not far away.Tonight is the Oscars ceremony, an annual event. The sights from all over the world are focused on the Kodak Theater. How many actors squeezed their heads in order to be able to attend this event, even if they were just showing up on the red carpet. Fan, that's also good.Everyone who walks on the red carpet will receive a laser scan of tens of millions of sights, and every detail of the body will be severely tested. Especially for actresses, they will do their best to maintain their best condition. He desperately concealed every subtle shortcoming of his body, just hoping to show himself in the most perfect posture.As a little bit of red in the "social network", Rooney easily obtained the qualification to attend the award ceremony. In fact, David Fincher personally took her to the red carpet. It can be seen that David treats her seriously. Even if in fact, this is a film of men through and through, the presence of women is almost zero, and it is more of an existence as a symbol of value.Her agent has repeatedly emphasized how important tonight is and how rare the opportunity is, which will play a decisive role in her future career as an actress; her agent keeps on chatting. Talking, pay attention to manners, pay attention to social, pay attention to politeness, but also particularly emphasized which producers, directors, and actors need to be dealt with tonight.She always has a sense of utter absurdity. Not only because she did not receive any nomination, not only because her role in the movie is not considered important, not only because she is not even the award-presenting guest, but because she never feels involved, as if she is nothing more than The flower pots placed at the door of the red carpet are either statues or even more easily understood words: vases.When the flashlight came down, Rooney felt that she was like a commodity for sale, and the gazes and sights hidden behind the flashlight were just being judged. Every part and every detail of her body can be measured by money.Earrings are worth US$80,000, necklaces are worth US$300,000, handbags are worth US$250,000, evening dresses are worth US$170,000, and high heels are worth US$55,000...Also, her hair, her nose, her eyes, her chest/parts, her waist, her hands and feet...Every part was clearly priced, and those scorching eyes made her almost breathless. There is an elegant and charming smile on his face, but there is always a bystander deep in his soul, watching the madness of this world coldly and indifferently.She is crazy. Rooney thinks so, maybe, she is the mumbling waiter in "Waiting for Godot", living in her own world, becoming an outlier in her eyes, incompatible with society, and then the oxygen is taken one by one. Click to pull away, and finally embrace death alone.After the awards ceremony, the Oscar night followed. The celebration party held by Vanity Fair was more lively than the Oscar awards ceremony itself. Rumor has it that an admission ticket to the Oscar night has sold for 40,000 US dollars.Forty thousand dollars, just to enter the tomb of the living dead who cannibalized people without spitting out bones.Rooney got in a taxi and was about to go back to the hotel, change the second evening dress, and then attend the Oscars night. At that party, she was burdened with extremely important tasks. The agent gave her a list with one on it. The long list of names are all the objects she must meet and socialize with. Only in this way can she win the role of "the girl with the dragon tattoo".Yeah, everything is for "the girl with the dragon tattoo".After the project was announced, almost half of Hollywood's right-age actresses flocked to them, and everyone was desperate to get this role, even without compromise. With the cooperation of the "social network" and the personal relationship with David, Rooney slightly seized the opportunity, but it was still not enough.Tonight is the decisive moment.However, looking at the spacious and bustling streets of Los Angeles outside the window, a burst of irritation hit my heart. She feels very cheap. She knew it was self-esteem and youthfulness at work, but she just couldn't control it. Before realizing it, she blurted out, "Sir, go to the airport."Then she appeared here. By the time the three-hour flight of the plane landed smoothly, it was already one o'clock in the morning.The overheated brain gradually cooled down, and after the impulsive emotion dissipated, it finally calmed down. She finally understood what she had done. At the airport counter, she randomly bought a ticket with the nearest time, regardless of destination, then boarded the plane, turned off her mobile phone, and fell asleep on the plane.Wearing her evening dress.But why? Why is she doing this? What should I do next? Also, where is this place?Rooney couldn't help laughing when she learned that she had come to Seattle. Is this luck? Or a coincidence? The air ticket purchased at random led her to this emerald city. She has no friends living in Seattle, but a friend is working in Seattle.Lan Li-Hall.Without any hesitation, she reported to the taxi driver the address of the crew of "Anti-Cancer Me". In the past few days, that address has been arrogant. Half of Hollywood reporters have gathered there and surrounded Lan Li strictly in the apartment, just like he had surrounded Michael Jackson."Renley-Hall." Rooney couldn't help but whisper the name, the strange syllable leaping between her lips and teeth.In a strange city, it is a good thing to be able to meet a friend and pass some time. It's just that it's already midnight, and I don't know if Lan Li is still awake; let alone whether the crew of "Anti-Cancer Me" is still there to continue filming.Tonight, Lan Li did not attend the award ceremony.Inexplicably, Rooney was a little envious and a little admired. With such a blue gift, she couldn't help but raised her head and looked up. How much courage is needed to reject Oscar and choose to stay on the crew; how much perseverance is needed to persuade the agent to let him give up his obsession with the academy; and how much tenacity is needed to stay in the bustle and bustle. Dedicated to the performance.Telluride's time was replayed vividly in his mind again, just like an old movie."Miss, we are here."The taxi driver's voice came over and interrupted Rooney's thoughts. She raised her head and passed the credit card. Her handbag was only the size of a palm, with a lipstick, a pressed powder, a credit card and a mobile phone. "Thank you.""Miss, are you sure it's okay?" the taxi driver asked with concern.Rooney followed his gaze and looked down at her dress up, and laughed blankly, "I'm fine." Yes, she was not good before, but now she is fine. "It could not be better."Stepping out of the taxi, Rooney raised her head to look for the famous peacock blue apartment door, and then saw a white and fat young man sitting on the doorstep, with her hands on her knees and her chin. From time to time, the line of sight floated in one direction, Rooney looked over conditionedly.Then she saw a bald head."Puff." Rooney's first reaction was to laugh. Under the lazy, creamy light, that bare head looked too funny, but it didn't look like another one. The bulb is more like... a cactus, and it's still a cactus after it has been trimmed.Rooney gently squeezed the corners of her mouth and laughed like smoke, disappearing in the humid air, and then she noticed the arc of the side face where the lines of the bald head were connected. The handsome and clear facial features lack some elegant bookish air, but add a little poetic tranquility, and the brows and eyes outlined like ink add a touch of toughness in the cold moonlight.The corners of the mouth couldn't help but closed gently, and a trace of surprise flashed through the eyes~www.novelhall.com~ Those delicate eyes glared round and round, I could hardly believe what I saw, and couldn't help moving forward. After walking for half a step, trying to see clearly, but because of fear and unfamiliarity, he couldn't help but stop, and just watched from a distance.That is Renly Hall.Rooney knew that although it was a little strange, a little strange, and a little strange, it was indeed Lan Li. In the end what happened? It was just a jet lag at the Oscars ceremony, and Lan Li became... a bald head?Somewhat ridiculous, but also a little funny, Rooney couldn't help but raised the corners of her mouth. After thinking about it, the absurd and unruly feeling of joy became more turbulent--Those actors did everything they could to get on the Oscars red carpet. The clothes on the red carpet with fragrant temples, clever smiles, and graceful calmness are bathed in the spotlight, putting on masks one after another, pretending to be Become an unfamiliar image, accepting the cheers of the world.And Lan Li stayed quietly in Seattle...with his bald head, sitting quietly on a bench, the long streets were empty. The lonely street lamp draws the projection to the old elders."Ha." Rooney didn't hold back anymore, clapped her hands and laughed happily.
