Chapter 57 Yellowstone Park
"I want to be a person who gives points, not a big coin!"
With this in mind, a few days later, he stepped out of the airport and got into the car that came to Al to pick him up.
"YO! Bro~ how are you doing lately?"
Alby was much more energetic when he was decadent. His afro hair and beard disappeared, and he had short hair, and his chin was clean-shaven.
"not bad."
Song Ya smiled and pulled the work sign hanging around his neck into his hand, "CK Commercial: Distant Planet Film Crew, Class B Staff" and then attached Al's photo and full name.
"The film crew didn't embarrass you, did they? After all, you are from SBK in name." Song Ya asked.
"No."
Al started the car, "They counted me as Mira's entourage assistant, and I was paid accordingly."
"Um."
Song Ya nodded in satisfaction, and took out a paper envelope from his arms, which contained the cash he had prepared before coming, "You did a good job, thank you brother." He stuffed the envelope into Al's coat pocket.
Al drove the car onto the road, "Don't worry, with me watching for you, she won't be able to hook up with other men."
"Hahaha!"
Song Ya patted him on the shoulder and laughed. Mira always complained on the phone that Al didn't allow her to do this or that. She also directly referred to Al as "the spy you sent", which also showed that Al Earl faithfully carried out the task he had given, "But when Mira joins the filming of 'Return to the Blue Coral Reef' after a while, you may not be able to follow. Columbia Pictures chose the shooting location in the tower in Fiji Veuni Island."
"Where is that?" Al asked.
"South Pacific."
"Wow!" Al exclaimed, "Then I..."
"You go back to Chicago then. I have a spare room in my place. It belongs to Tony. He never comes back to live in it."
A "axis" person with a single-minded personality like Al will be a very useful follower, and he has already fallen out with Old Joe and Pablo. This is a good thing for Song Ya now. He doesn't want him to be like Ai Rick ran away like that, "I'll find a way to get some work done then."
"yeah!"
Al was very excited, "Is my red and white computer still there?"
What's your name? Hey! "Yes." Song Ya coaxed him: "It's reserved for you."
The two chatted while driving, changing from the expressway to the ordinary road, and then driving on the dirt road.
Yellowstone Park is very large, covering an area of about 900,000 hectares. In order to pursue the effect, the director did not choose the famous scenic spots in the park, but put the shooting location in a very remote place.
The dirt road was gone. Al took out the map and drove slowly according to the comparison. The vegetation on the ground gradually became scarce, and some strange-shaped boulders began to appear. .
When we saw the brightly lit shooting camp, it was already dark.
Several RVs and various types of pickups, trucks, and cars were scattered around a temporary wooden board room. After the shooting, seven or eight staff members were gathering around the campfire in front of the board room, playing guitar, drinking and chatting. Replace those vehicles with yurts, and it's almost like the habitat of some nomadic tribe.
"There are so many people and so many cars shooting for a week, which is bigger than the second-hand store MV."
Song Ya secretly sighed at CK's handwriting, Al took him out of the car, and got his pass from a strong white man in charge of security. The ID was a pseudonym, and he hung it around his neck casually, and led by Al to avoid the attention of the staff, quietly walked to Mira's RV and knocked on the door.
Today is different, this luxury car is exclusive to Mira.
"come in."
Unexpectedly, it was Mrs. Jovovich who opened the door. She had no expression on her face, showing no sign of welcome.
Song Ya was taken aback,
Walking into the RV, besides Mira, there is also a middle-aged Caucasian man. He is the William Morris executive that Hayden brought over last time. He is now Mira's agent. Part of his income is divided, but Song Ya doesn't know the details.
"Honey!"
Mila was wearing white pajamas, with curlers tied all over her head. As soon as she saw Song Ya enter the door, she flew over from the dressing table and hung on him like a koala, "I miss you so much .” Still crying.
"Let's go." Mira's manager smiled at Song Ya, led Mrs. Jovovich away, and closed the door intimately.
"I miss you too, why are you crying?" Song Ya held her face up and asked, looking at the tears in her eyes.
"It's not that they won't let you come and see me."
Mira had no reservations about him, "I'm afraid it will affect my stardom..."
"That's true." Song Ya hugged her and sat on the sofa. "At this moment, you are most afraid of negative news, which is understandable."
"Understand what a fart!"
Mila's long legs were wrapped around Song Ya's waist, and her fingers were pointing on his chest, "I'm a star, they all rely on me to make money, and they always put on the face of an adult teaching a child, who is afraid of others?" Huh?" She suddenly broke into a smile, "I made a scene, and they all behaved."
"Uh, what's the fuss about?"
Song Ya thought of Mira's bad temper that gave SBK a headache before, and it is estimated that there was a lot of trouble.
"Leave them alone." Mira's wet red lips touched, and the two pecked at each other, their bodies getting hotter and hotter.
A sleepless night.
The next day, accompanied by a rhythmic knock on the door, Song Ya woke up, touched the pillow, the beauty was not there, got up to open the door, Al jumped into the car with a wretched face, and then sniffed around like a dog.
"What are you doing?" Song Ya felt puzzled.
"You guys made a lot of noise last night." Al handed him a hamburger in a paper bag.
"Okay, is the sound insulation of this car so bad?"
Song Ya took the hamburger and swallowed it in a few mouthfuls, then took out two bottles of water from the small refrigerator in the car, and threw a bottle to Al, "Did Mira go to shoot?" After receiving an affirmative answer, "So, she went work, what am I doing here?"
"There's nothing here."
Al said with a smirk: "The only thing you can do is to wash yourself nice."
"FXXX!" Song Ya shook her head and laughed, "Why do I feel like I am called... an officer."
After staying in the camp for a few days, he chatted with Mira's manager when Mira was filming, and the other party was still thinking about getting the second "heavyweight" song for Mira, and he basically knew everything.
After the filming ended, many vehicles moved away one after another. Mirador stayed for a day, found a remote and uninhabited place, and pitched a tent behind a pile of boulders. Just the two of them wanted to have another romantic night.
"So, did you live in that director's house when you were a child?"
The two lay on the blanket, looking at the magnificent stars in the night sky, and chatting casually.
"Well, I actually stayed there for a year or two, and my memory is a little fuzzy. Do you know 'Scarface'? Al Pacino starred in it, and he directed it."
"Oh? That's the great director."
"Well, he helped my family a lot."
"Um……"
Chatting and chatting, the two got entangled again.
The night sky, the chaotic rocks, the desolate landforms that look like alien planets, the beauty with her clothes gradually unravelling in her arms...
Tell me what you really like
Baby I can take my time
We don't ever have to fight
Just take it step-by-step
After receiving the apocalypse for the fourth time, Song Ya was no longer so panic-stricken, her hand movements stopped for a moment, and then continued.
I can see it in your eyes
Cause they never tell me lies
Looking at each other affectionately, both of them read longing from each other's eyes.
I can feel that body shake
And the heat between your legs
The sky sits on the ground, blending into one.
I feel it coming
I feel it coming babe
I feel it coming
I feel it coming babe
I feel it coming
I feel it coming babe
I feel it coming
I feel it coming babe...