The kind old Spanish man who checked in had already made it very convenient for Simon, and if he left the hotel, it would be difficult for Simon to find a second better place to stay in a short time.

After thinking about it, Simon approached Roger Griffin to discuss whether he could pay a week's salary in advance.

The convenience store owner, who has a lot of potential, did not refuse, but said that the salaries of everyone in the store will only be settled once a week. Simon has only worked three days this week, and if he were to settle early, he would only get three days of pay this week.

Simon didn't plan to grind his teeth for a few dozen dollars and Roger Griffin, and readily agreed, three days' salary was enough to count the rest in his pocket. As for next week, there will be a time gap, and Simon also plans to find another temporary part-time job with a more flexible settlement.

Then, Simon's simply made the middle-aged fat man who was not too bad a little embarrassed, and with a clear conscience, he made up a whole number and paid $100.

Leaving the convenience store, Simon walked back to the hotel where he lived for more than 20 minutes.

This is a typical 'concave' motel, with a white two-story wooden building, a total of more than 10 rooms, and a few cars parked in the courtyard.

The sun is shining in Los Angeles in the afternoon.

Walking into the courtyard, Simon saw the innkeeper Diego Salcado, who was in his spare time, sitting under the eaves of the porch with a guitar and singing to himself, looking very enjoyable.

Simon used to think that the guitar was basically a young man's instrument, and he played it for a while in college, but he never touched it again after work. But in the eyes of Westerners, where music is a part of life, there is clearly no such notion.

Finding a chair and sitting down next to the old Spaniard, Simon listened quietly for a while.

The old man is playing an old Elvis song, "Blue-Suede-Shoes".

If you don't take into account the thick Spanish accent when humming, the old man's guitar level is barely audible.

Simon was a little surprised to make this kind of evaluation in his heart.

His own guitar level in the past can only simply dial out a hand such as "You at the Same Table", which is definitely far inferior to the old Spanish man at this time. The old-school tune of "Blue-Suede-Shoes" is completely out of Simon's taste, but there's no denying that the song is still very difficult to play.

However, after a little thought, Simon understood.

In the other twelve memories, there is still a top Hollywood soundtrack, and the guitar is an entry-level instrument that is naturally handy. And there is no shortage of guitar lovers among the other multi-talented Hollywood elite.

The old man leisurely finished singing a song before turning to Simon and asking directly in Spanish, "Why did you come back so early today?"

Simon didn't answer, just smiled and took out his wallet, took out the $100 bill from it, handed it to the old man, and replied in the same Spanish: "Diego, this is my room money last week, and thank you for taking care of me during this time." ”

The old man nodded, took the money, but glanced at Simon's wallet again, teasing with concern, and said, "Without this $100, you will soon be hungry, right?"

"Not really," Simon shook his head and smiled, "I found a church nearby, so I should be able to pick up some food stamps." ”

When the old man heard Simon's thoughts, he laughed and said, "I like a young man like you who is happy with what happens, but it is too ungodly to do so. Now, will the guitar?"

Simon was a little puzzled when he saw the old man handing over the guitar, but he still held it in his arms, and almost subconsciously readjusted the strings, and then began to pluck it, which was still the "Blue-Suede-Shoes" that the old man had just played.

As soon as the tune sounded, the innkeeper couldn't help but want to shake his head. The boy obviously has a bit of a guitar too, just very jerky.

However, seeing that Simon looked attentive, the old man did not interrupt.

Then, the old Spaniard witnessed a little miracle that made him a little stunned.

In just ten minutes, Simon's playing went from jerky to skillful at a jaw-dropping pace. The old man is also an amateur when it comes to guitar, so it's hard for him to describe Simon's guitar skills specifically.

However, the old man realized very deeply that if Simon's playing level was still a street behind him ten minutes ago. Then, after only ten minutes, this young man's guitar level has surpassed his own ten streets, and even a few points into the house.

When Simon stopped playing, the old Spaniard immediately asked, "Kid, did you learn guitar before?"

Simon nodded, he was also very surprised by what he had just done, and could only vaguely explain to the old man: "I haven't touched it for years." ”

The old Spaniard obviously couldn't understand Simon's concept of 'many years', but he finally found a reason for the surprise in his heart.

"In that case," said the old Spaniard, who took his guitar back and put it in the case next to him, handed it back to Simon, "give me your backpack and take this to the beach." It's the tourist season, and I want to play there for a few hours at your level, and the money for the next few days will be enough. ”

Simon was just stunned, then he happily handed over the backpack that had been inseparable from him these days, took the piano case and carried it on his shoulder, and smiled at the old man with some inches: "Diego, Gibson's guitar has been lent to me, and the car can be used by me." Walking from here to the beach, it's getting dark. ”

"You little one," the old man shook his head, still taking out the key and handing it to Simon, but deliberately said in a very meritful tone, "Don't forget to come on." ”

Los Angeles has a long coastline and many well-known beaches, the most popular of which is undoubtedly Venice Beach, which is adjacent to Santa Monica Beach.

Venice Beach is even more lively in summer.

In addition to countless tourists from all over the world, Venice Beach's pedestrian streets are also home to a variety of street performers, artists, painters, cyclists, roller skaters and more, making the beach a lively carnival.

Simon drove to Venice Beach in just over ten minutes, deposited his car for two dollars in a paid parking lot, and set foot on the famous pedestrian street on the beach with his guitar on his back.

Moments later, Simon stopped at a fairly well-populated intersection on the side of the street.

Placing the case at his feet, holding the guitar to reconfirm his feel, Simon picked a random "Rocket-man" song by Elton John from memory and began to play it.

Under the precipitation of the mood of the two lives, Simon did not feel any embarrassment about singing on the street, and he felt that it was even more embarrassing if a big man couldn't support himself.

The high level of guitar that was suddenly stimulated attracted the attention of passers-by. Although Simon, who is accustomed to concentration, rarely interacts with the people around him, there are always tourists gathered around, listening to songs for a while, putting down some change, and leaving.

The setting sun began to sink into the sea level, and orange-red light was projected from behind Simon, dragging his shadow longer and longer.

From four o'clock to now, nearly three hours, Simon did not feel very tired.

Glancing at the case covered with a thick layer of coins at his feet, Simon thought that perhaps he wouldn't have to look for a second part-time job so that he could spend his time on something else.

Thinking so, I was about to finish the last song and call it a day, but a hand from the top of the case reached out from the side.

Very beautiful hand, slender, slender, painted with fiery red nail polish.

Apparently a woman's hand.

These thoughts crossed Simon's mind, and when he lowered his gaze, he saw that the beautiful woman's hand did not seem to have any intention of putting money in the case, but reached for the only $10 bill in it.

That's too much.

So Simon lifted his right foot and stepped lightly on the hand that wanted to 'do evil'.

The owner of the hand didn't seem to anticipate Simon's movements, and Simon didn't expect the hand not to dodge. So, it wasn't until Simon's right foot landed that a somewhat exaggerated female voice came from beside him.

"Ah, little boy, how can you step on people, it's so hateful!"

Simon reluctantly pressed the strings, retracted his foot, and turned his head to look to the side.

Janet Johnston, who was crouching next to the piano case, was staring at herself with an accusatory face, without the slightest consciousness of being caught as a thief.

Kathryn Bigelow stood next to her friend, her expression helpless, and she smiled apologetically at Simon.

Simon ignored the crazy woman who was still crouching on the ground and looked at Catherine happily. He called Catherine once after meeting with Jonathan Friedman last week, but unfortunately no one answered, so he had to leave a message.

I didn't expect to encounter an accident at this time.

Catherine is still wearing a simple shirt and trousers today, and she looks very smart.

Simon looked the woman up and down, and said, "What a coincidence, Catherine, why are you here?"

Although the boy in front of her did not have any aggression in his gaze, Catherine still felt a little unnatural, slightly dodged Simon's gaze, and said, "Jenny's studio is here, I was in Beverly in the afternoon for a production meeting, and I came back to Malibu with Jenny." ”

Simon nodded and said, "So, is it "Blood Corpse Night", how are the preparations?"

"Casting is almost over, but there are some funding problems with the production company, and filming may start a few months later," Catherine said, adding, "I saw your message." Also, Mr. Friedman called me and he was very optimistic about you, but he was very surprised by your age. ”

Simon smiled, glanced at his watch, and said to Catherine: "I haven't thanked you for this matter yet, since you have met, please eat?"

has been ignored by Simon, Janet already had some inexplicable little hatred in her heart, at this time hearing him say this, the woman immediately pointed to the change in Simon's piano box, and said in a joking tone: "Little boy, you won't use this money to invite us to dinner, right?"