"...Godbless youuplease, Mrs. Robinson, ceforthosewhopray..." A gentle singing echoed in the living room. Sean was singing while holding the guitar, Garen stretched his neck to make a harmony, and Sanders was laughing and crying on the other side.

"Okay, you sang as well as you always, Sean, but how much do you like "Graduate", the theme song and the interlude, so you can't change anything else?" After he finished singing, Sanders asked with some complaint.

"Because I like Simon and Garfinkel," Shawn shrugged, "Well, since we're celebrating you're here in Los Angeles, then you have some song."

"I'll do it? Well, I want Alphaville's "Forever Young", you play and I sing." Sanders jumped up.

"No problem." Sean agreed immediately.

"Then I want it too." Garen hurriedly followed.

"No problem, you guys come together." Sean did not refuse either.

So the living room became more lively. Galen and Sanders, after you sing, I sing, after I sing, and Shawn became accompaniment. But in the end, the three of them were laughing and completely played, so the sound of video games started to ring again.

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!" Sanders, holding the handle, pressed repeatedly, staring at the TV screen and shouted loudly.

"You are thinking about my super killing skills!" Sean was not willing to be outdone, and the buttons on the handle were pressed and crackled.

On the screen, the character he manipulated seized an opportunity and knocked Sanders's figure with little health to the bottom. Seeing that he might be defeated, Sanders glanced at Sean with gritted teeth, and suddenly bumped his body, knocked him down from the sofa, and then took the opportunity to press a series of key combinations.

He successfully activated his character's super ultimate skill, but Sean, who was not careful about falling off the sofa, could not control the character, so he stood there and was beaten up, and was eventually KOed to the ground.

"You guy, you actually use this rogue move!" Sean immediately jumped up and shouted to beat someone up.

"This is a strategy, this is a strategy!" Sanders shouted quibbling, waving his hands to block his chest.

"Strategy?" Sean stopped, narrowed his eyes and looked at him, as if he wanted to listen to his explanation.

But Sanders had just breathed a sigh of relief. Before he could speak, Sean grabbed him, pulled him off the sofa and leaned on the ground, then flew over and pressed him up, strangled his neck from behind, screaming.

"Tell you, Sandy, what I'm doing now is a strategy!" Sean said viciously.

Hearing the movement, Garen stretched out his head from outside and looked at it, then shook his head, ignored Sanders' request for help and turned around and left.

One afternoon passed by in the fight.

"Frankly speaking, when you said you were going to Los Angeles, I never thought you would be an actor. Although you did a good job in the school troupe, the girls obviously prefer you who sing or play basketball." As the sky darkened outside, the little celebration gradually calmed down. The three of them finally sat on the sofa while drinking beer and eating snacks, and then Sanders sighed.

"I didn't want to be an actor, but you know, life is so impermanent." Sean shrugged.

"Yes, I didn't expect that more than a year later, your movie poster was posted outside the major cinemas." Sanders said and laughed, "Do you know what those who know you say? Before the movie was released, their reaction was that this was impossible, that must be someone who looked very much like Sean. Then after "Tonight Show" was broadcast, they changed their words one after another. I knew Sean, and I knew him!"

Listening to his exaggerated tone, Sean and Garen laughed. Sanders laughed as he said, and then his face changed a little: "But Mr. Tang..."

"It's okay, his opinion is not important." Sean immediately interrupted his speech, although he was very calm, but he was not polite at all.

Garen hurriedly shook his head at Sanders, who immediately changed the subject: "Now I'm with you, what do I need to do, whether it's running errands, arranging the itinerary, and contacting the crew, even if you give me instructions, just like before."

"It seems you understand the assistant." Sean smiled, as if something had never happened before.

"I promised you to be an assistant, and you must prepare." Sanders said naturally.

"That's all, but your job is not an ordinary assistant," Sean said, looking at Garen beside him. "I discussed it with Garen and I, and have some new ideas about the job of assistant."

"So, let's hear it." Sanders made the gesture of asking for advice.

"Don't worry, I'll take you to familiarize yourself with the working environment tonight," Garen smiled, "We have enough time to discuss."

"Oh? What are you going to do tonight?" Sanders was a little curious.

"Well..." Sean looked at the time, then shrugged, "Go to the party."

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I said a long time ago that there are countless parties here at night. In fact, not only Hollywood, but also Los Angeles, but also most coastal areas in the United States, there are countless parties every night. This has become a part of American social culture. Many people have been keen on participating in various parties since the Thirteenth and Fourteenth. If the birthday party I used to count as a child, then this time would be earlier, so there is a derogatory term for party animals.

However, it is precisely because of this party culture that many things are carried out at parties, such as attracting certain people, and discussing certain things - so-called cocktail parties, which are more advanced parties. So, if Sean wants to develop in Hollywood, then attending various parties is a must-do.

It doesn't matter, many parties are pretty good. As long as there are people who can talk to you or have fun mini games, it's no big deal to spend hours at the party, and the parties are...

"You're finally here, I thought I'd invite you a few more times." After entering the club, after Garen pulled Sanders around, Sean was immediately pulled over by Matt LeBron, who invited him to the party.

"How could it be, you know, I'm a little busy lately." Sean hugged him affectionately, "As long as it is your invitation and I have no reason to come, it will definitely appear."

"I'm really touched, how about having a drink?" LeBron laughed.

"No problem, as long as you make sure no one calls the police." Sean laughed.

Although American law stipulates that under 21 years old is not allowed to drink in public, it is often a joke. As long as you think about it, you can always find bars, nightclubs or clubs that will be sold to young people under 21 years old. What's more, Sean is now famous, and there are many celebrities under 21 years old who drink in bars, so there is no need to worry, just don't get drunk and do extraordinary things and be seen by reporters and take photos.

"To be honest, it's really unimaginable. Last year, you were just a new TV actor. Now you are a movie actor, and you are one of the youngest Golden Globe nominees." After chatting for a few words, after two beers, LeBron suddenly sighed, "I've started to want your agent to act as an agent-that guy didn't come today?"

"I'm just lucky," Sean patted his shoulder, "That's fine, you got the character Joey, Matt."

LeBron did not answer, turned his head to look at the lively crowd in the hall for a moment before sighing again: "Sometimes I will..."

But he stopped halfway through the conversation, and then he shook his head with a chuckle: "Here comes again... this is not my style."

Although Sean saw something, he pretended to be stupid and said his affairs: "Don't look at me being very eye-catching now, but now, I don't know what role to play next. Everyone already knows that I am only 19 years old and there will be no good things like "Genius Ripley" in the future."

"I had known you had concealed your age and went to audition, I should have told the reporter about this news, and maybe I could get a large amount of information payment." LeBron, who has recovered, joked, "Okay, don't worry, I'm also transforming into a movie. If you don't have a role, I'll introduce you to you."

"Really?" Sean blinked.

"Well..." LeBron, who was almost talking, couldn't help but cough, but then he thought of something and looked up and down, then smiled and pulled him to a corner of the hall.

“Where are we going?”

“Go to meet the party organizer.”

"Aren't you?"

"How could it be?"

As they said that, the two of them came to the corner where there were three or four sofas, and the coffee table was filled with wine, and several girls were sitting there chattering.

"Hey, Drew." LeBron greeted the girl who was quite charming in the innermost part.

"Hey, Matt, is there anything?" She stood up with a smile, wearing a dark dress with black stockings and long boots under her, and her figure looked round and fleshy.

"Let me introduce it. This is Sean, Sean Don, the most popular young actor in the past half month. He successfully played the leading actor Tom Ripley in "The Genius Ripley" at the age of 19." LeBron said to her first, "and was nominated for Best Actor in the Golden Globe Awards."

Then he turned to Sean again: "This is Drew, Drew Barrymore, don't tell me, you haven't watched E.T, Sean."

"How could it be?" Sean smiled and stretched out his hand at Drew, "I'm glad to see you, Miss Barrymore."

"I'm happy to see you, Mr. Tang, too," Drew looked at him, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if interested, "I've heard Gwyneth mention you."

Sean was a little surprised, but then he felt relieved. He had heard some rumors about Drew Barrymore, which seemed to be Steven Spielberg's goddaughter, and Gwyneth was also Spielberg's goddaughter, so it was normal for them to date.
Chapter completed!