In his previous life, Lance met many people on Broadway in New York, including a member of a former idol group. This group is naturally not a group like Backstreet Boys or Super Boys. It can only be regarded as a small group on the third line. It was disbanded after only a few years of establishment.

After leaving the group, the member fell into confusion, from his early twenties to his early thirties, and was at a loss for ten years. "I always miss the lights, screams, shouts and crowds, but after opening my eyes, I found that no one cares who I am. At that moment, I always wanted to end my life."

Lance had difficulty understanding this mentality before, because he could not imagine the shock and aftertaste of "closing his eyes can make the shouts of thousands of people echoing in his ears"; but today, the subtle contrast and loss in his heart have allowed Lance to taste this wonderful and bitter taste for the first time.

It seems that everyone is trying to prove their own value of existence, hoping to be recorded in history, famous for the past, and immortal. The influx of cheers and distorted faces that lose control will easily make self-esteem and self-confidence expand rapidly, break free from the constraints of gravity bit by bit, and begin to float up, even if they forget their original dreams, their initial beginnings, their initial persistence.

Lance thought that he had seen through all the prosperity of his life; but now it seems that there are many things he has not experienced before.

When he walked into the first floor lobby, a four-person group immediately greeted him. His straight and neat suit, a polite and decent smile, an attitude of neither humility nor arrogant, and a warm and enthusiastic but not overly flattering welcome lineup, which made people relax like a spring breeze. The two walked up to take the briefcase and suit from Percy, which made Percy feel a little uncomfortable.

"Mr. Strello, welcome to the studio of NBC TV. The whole show team is looking forward to your arrival tonight." The beauty in a tight skirt suit walked up with a smile and politely gave Lance a gift, "I am Cindy, the assistant of the program team. Please allow me to lead you."

The last time I came to record the "Tonight Show" was February last year. Two years were almost over, but things changed drastically. At that time, when Lance and Percy came to the recording building, even the guards didn't recognize him. Percy almost got angry because of the guard's attitude. Later, Lance also had a close encounter with a makeup artist. Although that experience was not bad, it was definitely not beautiful.

Today, all situations are very different.

Lance nodded to Cindy with a smile, and without saying anything, she directly signaled the other party to lead the way. Follow Cindy all the way forward. When passing the front desk, Lance stopped. Cindy walked forward two steps before she noticed the strangeness behind her, turned around and looked over in confusion, "Mr. Strello, the elevator is right in front of her."

Lance stood gracefully and gentlemanly, turned to look at the front desk staff, "I remember needing to register and get the entry and exit permit before entering the building." Percy immediately realized what Lance said, he straightened his back and walked politely to the front desk, "Lance Lot Strello, Percy Brandley, come to the recording of the Tonight Show."

The front desk staff was stunned for a moment, not knowing how they should deal with it, and turned to look at Cindy at a loss.

Cindy's smile froze slightly. When she walked back, several thoughts flashed through her mind. The first thought was to answer, "You don't need to register, after all, everyone recognizes who you are." But if you think about it carefully, this answer was vaguely inappropriate, so she bit her tongue, suppressed the embarrassment that flashed instantly, and said calmly, "Mr. Strello, I have registered just now." The emergency treatment seemed very wise, but not aggressive.

Lance seemed to have not noticed the abnormality in the air, "That's good, I don't want to affect his work." After saying that, he nodded politely to the front desk staff, and then took another step, instead walking in front of Cindy.

Cindy quickly winked at the front desk and followed quickly; but Percy stayed in place and politely said to the front desk staff, "Please give me our entry and exit certificate, thank you." The gentle words with proper etiquette rubbed a spark in the air.

The elevator once again stopped on the 16th floor. When the familiar studio scene spread out in front of me, the memories in my mind were awakened bit by bit. Following Cindy's guidance, Lance quickly entered the standby room. Before she could sit down, the live director and screenwriter of "Tonight Show" came to say hello. The atmosphere was harmonious and harmonious. The kind and familiar expression created a warm atmosphere of being at home, as if Lance and they were old friends they had known for a long time.

"Of course, of course, when Brad discussed the promotional itinerary with me, my first thought was tonight show. After all, this is the first time in my life and has special significance to me. Even if you don't invite me, I hope to include it in the promotional itinerary." Everything today is fresh, and the contrast is so clear that it is impossible to ignore it. However, after experiencing the initial fluctuations, Lance's mood quickly calmed down, chatting and laughing, and dealing with it with ease.

Looking at Lance who was talking lies with his eyes open, Percy stood beside him, unable to help but rolled his eyes.

When I came to record the show last time, Lance sat here without anyone caring about it, just like an ordinary audience participating in the recording of the show; from beginning to end, Lance did not say hello to the director or screenwriter, and both sides did not introduce themselves at all; Lance did not give any advice on the promotional itinerary of "killing with a knife". Anyway, the process of recording the show, attending radio, and attending events is probably the same. Paramount is definitely more professional than Lance.

At this time, a whole team came into the room, with at least six people.

Percy turned around and saw their identities. They were stylists, hairstylists and makeup artists. He knew that Lance did not have a private styling team at present. "Tonight Show" actually had a complete six-person team. Such treatment was indeed extraordinary. However, after looking carefully, Percy did not find the makeup artist who had a conflict with Lance last time. It seemed that the "Tonight Show" program team was definitely not a stylist who knew nothing and looked at the screenwriter who was smiling beside him. Percy wisely closed his mouth and continued to maintain his facial paralysis.

"Today's recording of the program depends on you, and we are all looking forward to it." The director on the scene was ready to say goodbye, but the screenwriter stayed and took the initiative to take a photo with Lance, and then he reluctantly left the dressing room.

"Percy." Lance's call made Percy remove his mummy state. Lance pointed to the suit on the sofa and walked towards the locker room. Percy quickly took the prepared suit and allowed Lance to change a set of clothes.

After coming out of the locker room, Lance saw that the entire waiting room was stuffed. Tom Cruise placed his left ankle directly on his knees, crossed his legs, with a bright smile on his face. Three people were around him, busy with his hairstyle. There was a man sitting in front of him on a short bench and trimming his nails. Jereno, who was sitting diagonally opposite, was constantly shaking his head, his slightly helpless movements were a little funny. Two people were sitting not far away, with their eyes focused on Jay and Tom, looking like assistants.

Next to the sofa, two stylists were guiding four assistants to put their clothes out and select clothes with great fanfare. There were two black suit bodyguards standing at the door, guarding the door tightly; among the surging crowd, Percy stood alone at the door of the locker room, expressionless, but his eyebrows were always twitching.

Compared to Tom's huge lineup, Lance brought Percy alone, and the difference in this combination is really too big.

"Hey, Lance is out." The stylist first noticed Lance's movement, "Then let's choose a black suit." Obviously, they were waiting for Lance's outfit, and then chose Tom's outfit based on Lance's look. "But this would look too simple, otherwise the dark gray stripes set."

Today, Lance chose a retro suit with dark red Scottish plaid, paired with a black shirt, which was low-key but faintly flamboyant. The gradually growing hair was combed according to the 28-minute hair line, and all the broken hair on the forehead were erected with hair wax, showing the facial features without any concealment, energetic and handsome.

"Oh, our protagonist is on the stage." Tom couldn't stand up, but raised his hands high and applauded to welcome him.

Hearing the voice, Jie stood up and came forward, "I waited for you again to meet you again, and two years have passed in a blink of an eye." Jie's face was filled with a polite but close smile, but his simple words seemed very straightforward. He did not deliberately avoid the interval of time, did not deliberately draw the distance between each other, everything was just right, "Who could have thought that when you met again, you were already on the same level as Tom."

Compared to others, Jie's number of segments is higher.

"You say this, Tom is not happy." Lance's counterattack, short and powerful, immediately made Jay laugh. Tom, who was trapped in the chair, spread his hands, "Hey, I'm still here." After the loudspeak, Tom said seriously, "If you want to praise me, it's better to wait for me to leave." A laughter rang out in the standby room again.

"It seems that you are all ready. I don't have to worry about today's program." Jie kept nodding, then clenched his fists, and said in a slight voice, "I'm ready to go all out." The funny expression really made people laugh.

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Chapter completed!