The sky at 10 o'clock in the evening still revealed a bright navy blue. It was already early in the morning on the east coast. After watching the Oscars, the party time on the west coast had just opened. A short red carpet has been built on the Sunset Avenue in front of the Sunset Tower Hotel. The reporters and fans on both sides are only more and less than Oscars, especially considering that the lineup of guests attending Oscar Night is wider, richer, more party, and more... gossip, which also makes the lively Oscar Night a step further. The parties that just opened at 10 o'clock have welcomed guests in a steady stream.

For different people, Oscar Night has different meanings. It may be the chance to reach the top of the sky after spending $30,000 to buy a third-tier actor, it may be the career low point director's ladder to find the investment target again, it may be the stage where Chunfeng is proud of the actors enjoying cheers and envy, it may be the sex/and the lie box that forgets worries and completely carnival...

For George Clooney, this is his life-saving straw to turn the situation around.

Losing the battle for the best supporting actor also means that all efforts in the past three months have been gone, and the negative impact of the plagiarism door has unstoppable penetration into the entire Hollywood. In the position of "George or Lance", people finally chose Lance. This is not only a victory or defeat, but also a moral judgment. In other words, people now see him, they will inevitably wear tinted glasses to label him as a plagiarist, thief, and cheater. Tonight's crushing defeat is just the most insignificant thing in the next tragic life. Because losing the Little Golden Man, there will always be next year, but losing reputation, reconstruction is not simply addition, subtraction, multiplication and division.

George is a smart man. He knew clearly that one or two failures for a front-line actor were nothing, unless it was three consecutive serious defeats, which would have subversive consequences. In his current situation, it seemed that the future was completely destroyed and had no chance, but he only needed to avoid the public's sight, cultivate and rest well, wait for the passage of time to dilute memories, and then concentrate on shooting the next work. It could be a new work of a hard-core friend like Steven Soderbergh, or it could be a re-creation or purchase a script to take charge of the director again, leaving all the rumors behind, waiting for the new work to be released, speaking with the work, and speaking with professionalism. At that time, you only need to gently fuel the fire, and this page of the plagiarism can be revealed.

Look at Angelina Jolie, look at Brad Pitt, all of them are.

But George was unwilling to give up. He was unwilling to lose to Lance, and he actually entered the footsteps of the idiots in Diorama. Lance was so harsh that he could not turn over. Therefore, even though he knew that it was a wise choice to miss Oscar Night tonight, even though he knew that there would be a lot of cold eyes on Oscar Night, and even though he knew that the connections would be re-operated tonight, he still decided to attend the Oscar Night party.

He could not bow his head, at least not in front of Lance.

Walking out of the car, George buttoned the suit, and he changed into a dark blue suit, which added a touch of tragedy to Xiaoxiao's night. As early as the car stopped, the reporters' eyes had already locked the car door, but when they noticed that the person who got off the car was George, the reporters seemed a little hesitant.

In the eyes of reporters, the right or wrong of the plagiarism door, the pull of the academy, and the attitude of the film company are not the most important. The gimmicks, interests, topics, and explosive points are the core focus of their attention. Therefore, they will not deliberately suppress George, nor will they deliberately pursue George - the same is true for treating Lance before. Even if the West Coast forces are in opposition to the East Coast, they still do not miss the news of the report. The problem is that George tonight... has no explosive points worth paying attention to. In the face of the Academy's jokes, they are not even lazy to put in the insult to George.

So, the reporters stayed there, looking at each other, as if they were struggling. Should they take photos? Should they interview? Should they add fuel to the fire?

At this moment, another car stopped at the entrance of the hotel. Everyone, including George, moved their eyes in unison. In the dim lights, a solid and symmetrical figure walked down. The straight backbone, slender legs, and wide shoulders were outlined by the halo, so the sight could not help but stay for a while. A dark red suit was dotted with navy blue, and the Scottish plaid intertwined with ash and black, which further highlighted the unique temperament in a full and soft manner, just like a smudged ink painting.

"Lance!"

A reporter couldn't help but blurted out and shouted. The light slowly faded like a spring, revealing the familiar face. Then the reporters rushed forward one after another. The roaring vibration was like horses galloping. In almost the blink of an eye, more than a hundred reporters surrounded Lance in three layers inside and three layers inside and outside. Even the movie fans who stayed on both sides of the red carpet could not suppress their excitement and excitement, and screamed endlessly.

On one side is surrounded by layers, on the other side is a single shadow; on the other side is a turbulent boiling, on the other side is a rustling and cold wind.

George stood on the red carpet and turned to look over. Just two steps away, the reporters kept jumping and crowding, trying to hand the microphone in front of Lance, "What do you think of the awards tonight?" "I missed the Best Director Award again, how do you feel now?"... Questions one after another, leaving no gap at all, pouring down from mountains and rivers. But there was not even a reporter beside him.

There is not one, which is really ironic, isn’t it?

"Sorry." The two reporters tried to squeeze into the crowd, but failed. They couldn't help but take two steps back. They accidentally stepped on George's leather shoes, turned their heads and apologized casually. George took a step back half a step, but the second reporter stumbled back again, causing his center of gravity to be unstable and almost fell down. He finally stood firm and raised his head, but saw the two reporters turning their heads again to surround Lance, not taking him seriously at all.

George didn't even have the strength to be angry, and that sense of shame shattered his last trace of self-esteem.

Someone once said, what is the most terrifying thing in Hollywood? Is it a plague of negative news? Or is it a continuous failure of new works? Or is it a repeated wallet in interviews? Or is it a criticism from the news media? In fact, it is not. Only those who are really rolling in Hollywood know that the most terrifying thing is "no one cares about it", just like an old woman who died at home, no one noticed it except the cat. Until a few months later, the neighbor smelled the smell of rottenness. The police/police arrived and found that most of the old woman's cheeks had been gnawed off by the cat.

Whether it is positive news or negative news, whether it is praise or insult, this is an indispensable part of the entertainment industry. Only by being completely ignored, ignored, and excluded is the end of the world, just like a tourist passing by Hollywood.

At this moment, George was like a tourist coming to watch Oscar Night. He looked down at his straight suit. George felt as if he was ashamed, and he walked forward like a walking corpse, without sound, cursing, or even attention, like a ghost, and George's figure was swallowed up by the bright red of the carpet under his feet.

Hollywood is such a vintage and fortune fair that can eat people without spitting out bones.

Lance didn't have time to notice George's figure. He had no time to notice the situation around him. He was quickly surrounded by the boiling crowd of reporters in front of him. Wherever he saw, except for the microphone or the head, he couldn't even see the gate of the Sunset Tower Hotel, which made Lance feel a ridiculously funny.

"Hey, hey!" Lance had to shout loudly, "If you don't plan on me to answer the question, I'm leaving." This is not a joke. Lance really pushed forward hard, and the questions from the outside reporters were still lively, but the reporters around gradually began to quiet down, but they still followed Lance's footsteps unyieldingly, determined not to let go of this focus person easily.

Lance moved for a long time. He almost thought he had arrived at the stairs at the entrance of the Sunset Tower Hotel, but when he looked up, he was still spinning in place, which made him stop helplessly, "Two questions, only two questions." This time his voice could finally be heard, "I plan to go in and show off, you'd better not waste my time." The serious teasing made the reporters burst into laughter.

"After tonight, you will become the first person in history to win the actor and screenwriter awards at the same Oscar. What do you think?" In this little bit of space, a reporter immediately asked a question.

Lance pursed his lips, "I don't know, it turns out that there is such a record. It seems that I should go through my diary when I go back and make sure to write this one down." The indifferent words, but the sharp and sarcastic words made the reporters laugh again.

"Where is Charlize Theron? Why didn't she arrive at the party with you?" The second question is seamless.

"Mr. Stewart Townsend will answer your question when he arrives at the scene." Lance said loudly, answering the question in such a wonderful way, and then he took another step, but the reporters obviously did not want to miss it, and kept up with the pace, "What do you think of the best director?" "Would you miss the best film?" "Do you have any regrets tonight?"... Questions one after another, leaving no room for breathing.

"I agreed, two questions." Lance shook his head, refused to answer other questions, and buried himself in, and squeezed out a road from the crowd, and finally walked to the steps. The waiter had politely opened the hotel gate. Lance walked in without looking back, and his figure quickly disappeared into the door that was closed again, leaving only the reporters standing there with regretful faces, complaining unwillingly.
Chapter completed!