Lance walked off the yellow taxi, and the noisy engine roar on the street mixed with the bitter water vapor over the Hudson River. The towering skyscrapers divided the gray-blue sky above their heads into countless small tofu pieces. They raised their heads as if they were a frog trapped in the well. The strong sense of insignificance made everyone feel confused. △￠

New York, the world's number one capital.

In his previous life, he lived in this city for thirteen years. The streets and alleys here were very familiar to him. Even with his eyes closed, he could find the direction accurately. He knew that walking along the street two streets to the east, there was an underground experimental theater on the right, which belonged to the Outer Broadway category. When there was no drama, it was a bar, and there was an automatic coffee machine at the door. The coffee inside tasted like a monkey urine.

But I didn't expect that eight months had passed when I returned to this familiar city again, and time passed so quickly. Everything had no change, the wet and sharp air, the depressed and gloomy buildings, the bustling and indifferent streets, the cold and hurrying people... Every detail in my sight was exactly the same as in my memory, and it easily awakened the instincts of the body and brain. It seemed that compared to Los Angeles, where all seasons were like spring, he had never gotten rid of the habit of this city in his bones.

"Lance, we can go upstairs." Percy's voice interrupted Lance's memory. He let out a long breath, and the misty white mist boiled in the air, and his brows frowned slightly, "Los Angeles is already spring, why is New York so cold?"

"It's still the same in April." The snow was covered with heavy snow, sudden rainstorms, and unscrupulous hurricanes... The city of New York always seems to have a hint of lingering gloom, and the sun will never be seen in the long winter.

Lance's meaningful words seemed mixed with indescribable familiarity, just like... it was like... he lived here for many years. But as far as Percy knew, Lance grew up in San Francisco and later lived in Los Angeles. There was no trace of New York in Lance's resume. This made Percy a little confused.

However, Lance did not give Percy time to think further, "Let's go." After saying that, he took a step directly and walked towards the building in front of him. Percy packed up his broken thoughts and quickly chased after him.

When you walk into the building, you can see the huge signboard of NBC TV and the iconic colorful station logo that looks like a peacock spreading its screen - this also makes people always call NBC TV a Peacock Station. There are people coming and going in the building, and the crowds do not seem to be surging, but they obviously show a busy scene, but they are not too chaotic. The temperament accumulated by a large company is coming.

In fact, before the end of "Friends" ten years of screening in 2004, nbc TV has always been the leader of the four major American TV networks.

Lance led Percy to the reception desk in the center and said politely, "Lancelot-Stralo, Percy-Brandley, come to the recording of the Tonight Show."

The staff at the front desk did not recognize Lance. For him, the two people in front of him were just one of the many ordinary people entering and leaving the building every day, and there was no special thing. He checked the information and nodded, "The program recording at 3 o'clock in the afternoon is your visitor entry and exit permit. Please carry it with you. The studio of the 'Tonight Show' is on the 16th floor. You can see it when you walk out of the elevator."

The staff is very skilled in business. After confirming the appointment information, the process will be carried out quickly. "Since there are studios everywhere and a lot of work is being carried out at the same time, please don't walk around..." The staff was halfway through his speech, and found Percy raised his right hand angrily, as if he wanted to say something, but Lance stopped Percy in time, then nodded to the staff and signaled him to continue. The staff dragged the tail sound, but still said the following words, "Please don't make loud noises, please don't break into other spaces at will. If you have a mobile phone, please remember to turn off the phone."

Lance nodded with a smile, then turned around and left the front desk and walked towards the entrance next to him. Percy took the entry and exit pass from the staff, and said in a low voice, "We are not New Jerseys who come to see the lively fun!" After that, he ignored the staff member who looked surprised and quickly chased after him, and caught up with Lance before the elevator door closed.

After entering the elevator, Percy glanced at Lance with a silence. Lance noticed Percy's abnormality, but he didn't intend to speak. In the end, Percy couldn't help it, "Just just now, he obviously underestimated us and treated us as farmers who had never seen the world. Why don't you refute him?"

Lance turned his head and raised his eyebrows slightly, "What to refute?" Percy choked, and then lowered his head indignantly, which made Lance feel a little funny, "It's not difficult to teach him a lesson. It's just that the problem is, why should we bother with such a small character?"

Objectively speaking, Lance is now an unknown person. Whether as a producer or a director, perhaps in the Hollywood circle, Diorama Film has a certain recognition ability after operating for many years, but on a larger stage, let alone New York, even in Los Angeles, he is an ordinary person with no recognition.

It is normal for others not to know him. If you want to be a top presence like Steven Spielberg and George Lucas, you have just taken the first step in the Long March. Lance has enough confidence, but he is not a arrogant maniac who thinks the earth revolves around him.

Percy opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't know how to refute Lance, so he could only mutter, "I thought it was different now." But his voice didn't have much confidence and disappeared from his lips.

This is reality, no cruelty or blood, but it is extremely real and objective reality. "City of God" has attracted countless focus in the past period of time, created countless topics, and has become a well-deserved king of hot spots on the Internet, but all of this is just an illusion. In real life, especially in Los Angeles and New York where a brick can hit a "star", they still have nothing special.

Even though recording the "Tonight Show" is an incredible opportunity for "City of God", Lance arrived at the scene to participate in the recording today, but did not attract any media to come and interview.

The elevator stopped on the 16th floor. Lance walked out of the elevator first. Looking at the studio in front of him, he couldn't help but feel curious. After traveling/traveling and rebirth, this is the first time that Lance entered the studio to record a program. When he was at Diorama Film, recording a program was never their job. The actors were always waiting for the baptism of spotlights, followed by the director.

In front of me is an open space similar to an office compartment. In the center are more than a dozen wooden compartments. The desks are placed in a messy manner with various information, cameras, props, etc., which makes people feel dazzled that this is a warehouse.

Behind the open space is a huge wooden wall, blocking the view from further extending into the inside, extending along the left and right directions of the wooden wall. On the right is a long corridor. The bright lights can see multiple room doors at both ends of the corridor, which look like an independent office. At the end of the corridor is a T-junction, and two corridors extending down; on the left is an open space, where you can vaguely see the stepped auditorium, as well as a large number of props and camera brackets behind the auditorium, etc.

This is the recording scene of the "Tonight Show".

At this time, all the staff were busy, the step-shaped audience was basically full, the photographers and lighting engineers were adjusting in full swing, and the director was telling the audience the recording process and the reactions they needed... Although there was no way to see the panoramic view in the studio, just a corner, you could feel the compactness of the TV industry. This is a completely different situation from movies.

"Uh... are you new?" A man with headphones hanging around his neck and holding a folder in his hand walked over quickly, and looked up and down at the two people, "Oh, are you Lancelot?" The man quickly reacted, but he had no intention of saying hello politely, nor even introduced himself, and waved directly, "Come with me." Then he quickly walked towards the corridor of his right hand.

Lance and Percy had no experience with TV programs, and were caught off guard by such a fast pace. Lance laughed in silence and followed quickly. Percy was stunned for a moment, and then quickly took a step and trotted all the way.

Under the leadership of the man, the two entered a room, with huge mirrors, a dazzling array of gantry and messy makeup tables, everything showed that this was a public dressing room. The man shouted, "Tank! Tank!" This shout made Lance raise his eyebrows. Did he hear it wrong?

Immediately afterwards, a strong woman came out of a compartment next to her and shouted impatiently, "What's wrong?" Lance felt that he must have heard it wrong.

"Tank, this is the guest of the second stage. I will leave the makeup and hairstyle to you." The man quickly finished the explanation and patted Lance's arm. "The program started twenty minutes after recording, and you will appear in the second stage. It will be about forty-five minutes, and you will be ready." After that, the man disappeared quickly again, and it can be said that he was coming and going like the wind, without giving anyone any reaction time.

The woman named "Tank" patted the chair and said directly, "Sit down." Then she searched for something from the makeup table. However, Lance stood there without moving. The woman waited for a while and found that there was still no one on the chair. She couldn't help but turn around and said in a commanding tone, "Come and sit down."

Lance shook his head and said with a smile, "I think I can do this." His words were gentle, but he had a firmness that could not be refused, which made the tank stunned.
Chapter completed!