Thick and solid dark clouds spread out layer by layer, mountains extending along the skyline like a stack of mountains, the end of the sea line disappeared in the rolling waves, the world was connected in a trance, the navy blue sky revealed a faint light, which could be vaguely judged that the sun had risen, but the faint light was blocked behind the airtight, and could only outline the edge of the clouds in a slight way. The whole city was hidden in the drizzle of rain and mist. The street with thick ink in the blue was so quiet that there was no sound. Even the light of the street light seemed to have disappeared, time and space had lost its meaning at this moment, as if eternity was frozen in a certain moment. Close your eyes and you could hear a whisper from the deep earth, telling the story deep in memory. The fastest update

It has been a long time since Los Angeles has rained, and people can't even remember whether it was December or November last time. The distant memories seem to have become slim in the bitter air. Even so, there is still no feeling of winter or sign of spring, but it outlines a trace of autumn's bleakness.

Hollywood Avenue at the entrance of Kodak Theater was washed over and over again by rain. The asphalt asphalt road became smooth and translucent. The streets next to each side of the road had been blocked. Today, all non-licensed vehicles will be banned. The uninhabited silence is really rare, just like a paradise. But this tranquility lasted for a while, and then a group of people wearing bright yellow raincoats came out of the first floor of the theater, and then began to be busy in an orderly manner.

After the dark red carpet was wet by the rain, it became darker, and the almost black luster could not be melted in the delicate and dense raindrops as delicate and dense as cow hair. This looked really bad, not like a feast party, but like a solemn and solemn atmosphere... a mourning occasion. In desperation, they put away the carpet that had just been unfolded. After a while, they carried another set of bright red carpets. The bright and bright colors became more vivid and lively under the slap of the rain, as if they were given vitality. The red, which usually looks too ostentatious, outlined a different kind of colorfulness in the overwhelming navy.

Boom! A flash of lightning slid across the sky, and the entire Hollywood Avenue seemed to be ignited in an instant, and a thrilling sense of heroism was quietly spreading.

Tonight, the 79th Academy Awards Ceremony is about to begin. Since Los Angeles is full of spring and surrounded by deserts, the ceremony is always held in the bright sunshine every year, and it is really rare to see rain. But not to mention light rain, even if it is downpour, the ceremony must be held as scheduled.

The staff quickly built a rain shed directly above the red carpet, and then placed baking lights on both sides of the red carpet to dispel the moisture and cold in the air. Then the interview section, the movie fans' sidelines, the TV station's work section, the Oscar logo back panel, etc. were all built. The peaceful Kodak Theater gradually became decent, and the Oscar atmosphere began to become vibrant in the rain curtain.

Martin Scorsis was sleeping a little uneasy. He closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing for a while. The drizzle sound in his ears was still a little noisy. He simply sat up, carefully lifted the quilt, left the bedroom, and came to the kitchen, trying to find the cold coffee left last night, but after searching for it, the coffee maker had been emptied.

After hesitating for a moment, Martin sat down in the restaurant and quietly looked at the drizzle floating outside the window. Such a scene made him feel like he was back in New York, not in Los Angeles. The peace at dawn could always calm down his emotions, but today he was a little irritated, as if a butterfly kept flapping his wings in his chest.

"Worrying tonight?" A voice came from behind. Martin turned his head reflexively, and then saw his wife Helen-morris. Helen walked over, gave Martin a light kiss, and sat down opposite Martin. Martin shrugged, "Sorry, I'm waking you up."

Helen shook her head gently, "I didn't sleep too well."

Martin turned his head and looked out of the window, and was silent for a moment, letting the quiet air flow between the two of them. "I thought I was calm." Martin's sarcastic voice broke the silence, "But, when things were about to come, they began to get nervous again. Do you think I'm old?"

Helen knew Martin’s concerns. The movie “Flyer” consumed almost all his mind. Martin is sixty-five years old this year, and no one knows how long his creative life can last. Martin is always worried that “Walking Walker” may be his last chance, and the final chance to win the Oscar has even become an obsession.

"Remember what you said before?" Helen said in a deep voice, showing a faint smile. "You have to photograph yourself until you can't walk, because if you are in a wheelchair, you will have no way to command the scene." This made Martin tug the corner of his mouth and chuckled, "Tonight is your chance, maybe your best chance, but I always believe that this is not your last chance. Don't tell me that the old guy Clint has taken two little gold men, and it's enough for you to satisfy one."

Martin's smile finally showed up, shook his head gently, a little helpless, but also a little relieved, "I know, the voting results have come out now, and no one can change the results, even Sid Ganess can't do it. But..." The words afterwards paused here and did not continue to say it.

Helen stretched out her right hand and spread it upwards. Martin hesitated for a moment, stretched out his right hand and placed it in Helen's palm. "I know." Helen nodded with a smile, everything was silent.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. No one can deny that the "Walking Walker" has been calling more and more in the past two weeks. It seems that after all the signs are displayed, Martin's chance of winning the prize has risen sharply, but it is precisely because of this that it is more and more nervous. The anxiety and uneasiness of gains and losses cannot be understood by others. They are all mortals after all, aren't they?

Helen gently patted the back of Martin's hand and then said, "I think we should have two hours of rest after lunch. So, I'm going to make coffee now, and you should take out the award speech I didn't finish last night to polish it."

Martin lowered his eyes, but his tight shoulders relaxed a little.

Brad Pitt opened his eyes wide and looked at the ceiling above his head. He was not sleepy at all. The hazy sound of the drizzle outside the window slowly spreading in the warm room, which further highlighted the tranquility. But the roar in Brad's mind could not stop, as if he was on the spring break beach in Miami.

"You should sleep for a while. You need to adjust to the best condition on the red carpet tonight." Angelina Jolie's voice came over, with a hint of hoarseness, but very clear. Obviously, her sleep was not very stable.

"I was just wondering whether I should vote for the 'Walking Walker'." Brad said suddenly. Although there was no explanation, Angelina immediately understood. Brad and she naturally voted for the "Tower of Heaven". However, if their votes were concentrated on the "Walking Walker", then is the possibility of defeating the "Rampant Road" a surefire?

Angelina supported her head with her right hand and looked at Brad condescendingly, "Don't be stupid. You should know how important this work is to us." It's not just about Brad, but also about Angelina. The controversy about "infidelity door" will gradually disappear with the passage of time, and the success of "Tower of the Sky" will gradually disappear. Next is her order. As long as she shoots a successful work, the page of Jennifer Aniston can be completely revealed.

"But, wouldn't it be worth it if you could see Lance's disappointment or even angry expression?" Brad widened his eyes, "You know, we have never been so close to defeat Lance." Lance was like a lingering nightmare, and he could never get rid of it. This time, the same was true for the "Tower of Heaven". His reputation was in full swing, but in the past period of time, the "Walking Walker" continued its upward momentum, adding many variables to tonight's award ceremony.

Angelina grind her teeth, and if she could, she also hoped to crush Lance's bones and ashes. "No matter whether he was possessed by the Shining or not, I can be sure that Hollywood is not up to him." Angelina snorted softly, "Don't worry, tonight is our stage! You have to be 'Brad Pitt', did you hear it?"

Brad looked at the ceiling quietly, an inexplicable restlessness swaying in his chest, but after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't know what it meant, just for an Oscar ceremony? Obviously not, but I can't tell what it is, and this feeling is very bad.

After putting away his thoughts, Brad smiled, "You must also do Angelina Jolie."

The annual Oscars ceremony kicked off today. The sudden sparse rain disrupted everyone's plans. The entire city suddenly cooled down twelve degrees, which brought a hint of unsteady restlessness. Before dawn, many people were not sleeping peacefully. Although every year's Oscars are the top priority, this year's indescribable strangeness, as if... as if this year's Oscars are particularly important, the kind of palpitations that are unreasonable, make people feel panic.

The drizzle was still drizzling, and the city gradually began to wake up. A brand new day is coming.
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