After more than seven hours of travel, the bus finally arrived at the end of the trip in the evening.

Simon got out of the car and stood on the side of the street and looked around, although he had never been here, but based on the information in his mind, he quickly determined that this should be the downtown area of Burbank, located in the San Fernando Valley in northwestern Los Angeles County, and that he needed to climb the Santa Monica Mountain to the south to get to his ideal destination.

On the other side of the hill is Hollywood, the real geographical Hollywood.

In the 80s, although many Hollywood film studios have begun to move to the surrounding areas, more production companies, distribution companies, brokerage companies, etc. related to the film industry are still gathered on the world-famous streets in downtown Hollywood.

Catherine got out of the car after Simon, also standing on the side of the road and looking around, and the friend who had agreed to pick her up had not yet arrived, so she looked at Simon next to her.

I thought it would be a very boring journey, but the appearance of this big boy became very fulfilling, and after exchanging with each other and reading the script, the two talked about a lot of topics with relish during the rest of the trip.

Although she was much younger than herself, Catherine even felt in some moments that she was just a fledgling little girl in front of him.

It's hard to imagine how this big boy has amassed such a wealth of knowledge, whether it's film, music, her own professional painting, or many other topics, he can deal with it with ease, and even a feeling of benefiting a lot from just a few hours together.

As they were about to part, Catherine suddenly realized that she knew almost nothing about Simon except for her name and the fact that he probably wanted to become a screenwriter when she came to Los Angeles this time, but she was unconsciously led by him to confide in a lot of things, such as she grew up in San Francisco, and this time she went back to visit her parents, her life in Soho, Manhattan, why she was interested in movies and wanted to be a director, and so on.

If he did it on purpose, it would be abominable.

However, if you think about it carefully, she doesn't seem to ask these questions, and many of his topics have overwhelmed her.

Simon looked around, turned his head to look at Catherine, and saw that the woman happened to be looking at him, so he nodded and smiled at her.

Along the way, Simon discovers a very strong contrast between Catherine's own personality and her cinematic style. The characters in women's images often kill people without scruples, set fires, say dirty words, and live unscrupulously, but Catherine's character in life is very quiet, and she speaks softly to people, and even seems very shy.

Of course, Simon doesn't find it too strange, because this kind of intense personality conflict between real life and personal work is almost schizophrenic and very common among artists of all genres.

Thinking so, Simon opened his mouth and asked the woman, "Catherine, is there no one to pick you up?"

"Yes, but not yet," Catherine hadn't yet conceived what she wanted to say, and when Simon spoke first, she shook her head and asked, "What about you?"

Simon shrugged: "I thought we could carpool and AA the fare." ”

"I live in Malibu," Catherine said, gesturing west with her hand raised, "where are you going, and I can take you there later, if you stop by the way." ”

"Malibu, that's a nice city," Simon said with a smile on his lips, "Why don't you consider taking me in, cooking, doing laundry, cleaning, I can do all of this, just eat and live." ”

Catherine glared at Simon lightly, contemptuous of his desire to eat soft rice, but then explained seriously: "I am also staying with a friend, but I have no right to take you in." ”

Simon laughed, of course he was only joking, and even if Catherine did say yes, he would decline politely.

It's not that he can't eat Catherine's 'soft rice', but he has a deep-seated resistance to borrowing to live in someone else's house, and he is more used to living in his own house.

Of course, this kind of thing may not happen for a long time to come.

However, hearing Catherine say that she was staying at a friend's house, Simon suddenly remembered.

Friend?

Could it be James Cameron?

In the original time and space, Catherine and Cameron used to be husband and wife, and this matter was still very hot in the year when "Bomb Disposal Unit" won the Oscar, "Bomb Disposal Unit" VS "Avatar", ex-wife VS ex-husband.

After gathering the information in his head, Simon quickly dismissed the speculation.

Cameron's current wife is still Gail Anne Hurd, the producer of "The Terminator", and can be regarded as Cameron's Bole. The two just got married last year, and although Cameron is not a stable man, they should not divorce until three or four years later.

Catherine naturally didn't know Simon's thoughts, and after explaining, she said: "Simon, since you don't know anyone in Los Angeles and plan to become a screenwriter, then you should need an agent, right, maybe I can help." ”

Although Simon had some plans of his own, when he heard Catherine's words, he still became serious and said, "Is it okay, I mean, if it doesn't bother?"

"Of course it's not troublesome," Catherine shook her head and said, "However, I can only help you introduce you, whether you can convince the other party to become your agent or not, you still need to work hard." WMA, you know what? That's a great brokerage firm. ”

WMA (William-Morris-Agency), William Morris Agency, Simon naturally knows that this talent agency established at the end of the 19th century is still the largest agency in Hollywood.

Of course, according to the information Simon knows, the current situation of WMA is definitely not good, but the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, not to mention that the WMA, an elephant that is still far away from emaciation, crushes a large number of camels is no problem, if he can enter such a brokerage company, Simon will definitely be able to take a big detour.

After all, although many Hollywood stars always claim that they suddenly met an agent while shopping, eating, and walking, it seems that they have been soaring ever since.

But don't doubt it, 99 percent of these gossips are lies. If you don't believe it, just open the IMDB page of a certain star at random and see how many years have passed between the other party's first participation in the work and the popular masterpiece, and you will know how tortuous their road to fame is.

Although he has opportunities and resources that no one else can match, Simon was already ready to stay in Hollywood for three or five years first, and he is only 18 years old this year, so he has no shortage of time.

Of course, at this time, Catherine can give him some help within her ability, and Simon will definitely not be pretentious enough to refuse.

The two walked together to a nearby coin-operated phone booth, and Catherine took a phone book from her luggage and flipped through it for a while before making a call.

Simon stood by and waited patiently.

Catherine talked to the other side for a while, then turned around with the microphone and asked softly, "Simon, how do you spell 'Westeros'?"

Simon immediately spelled his last name: "W-e-s-t-e-r-o-s." ”

Catherine hummed, turned back, and talked for more than a minute before hanging up.

"It's good that Mr. Friedman is still in the office, and I forget it's off work now, but WMA has been a bit messy lately, so it's not surprising that I'm working overtime. Catherine said with some embarrassment, found the pen booth and hurriedly wrote something in her phone book, then tore it off and handed it to Simon, and said, "Don't be late tomorrow at four o'clock in the afternoon, at the headquarters of William Morris." When the time comes, tell them that you have made an appointment at the front desk and that someone will take you there, so you can call this number if you can't do it. ”

Simon nodded, took the note and looked at it.

At the top is a name, Jonathan Friedman, apparently Mr. Friedman as Catherine just spoke. Then there's 150 Camino Street, Beverly Hills, which is supposed to be the location of WMA's headquarters. Finally, there is a string of phone numbers.

Putting the note in his wallet and watching the woman lift her satchel, Simon suddenly remembered again, and said, "Catherine, what about you, I mean, if I don't mix well, I'm going to starve to death on the streets, I have to know how to find you to save my life, right?"

Catherine heard Simon say this, gave him a gentle look, but took out the phone book again and began to write, while teasing: "If you can starve to death on the streets with hands and feet, I won't care." ”

While the two were talking, a few loud car horns suddenly sounded on the side of the road, and a burgundy Ford sedan stopped, and the woman in the driver's seat obviously poked her head out of the window and said to the two: "Kate, I caught you." Hey, little boy, get in the car, don't just talk to the big sister on the side of the road, you'll be dragged into the alley and eaten. ”

Catherine handed Simon the written contact information, and said helplessly to the woman in the car: "Jenny, you are late again." ”

"Maybe I shouldn't have bothered you, right?" The woman named Jenny pushed the car door open, walked over with a smile, and held out her hand to Simon, "Janet Johnston, little boy, what's your name?"

Simon looked at the woman in front of him, wearing a pink tight T-shirt and high-waisted jeans printed with a string of floral English letters, and fluffy blonde hair in a shawl, although not as beautiful as Catherine, but her figure after wearing high heels also looked quite tall and chic, and her well-maintained appearance also made it impossible to tell her age.

It's just that Simon obviously feels that this woman's personality has a bit of madness.

What's more, is it really good to wear high heels while driving?

Thinking so in his heart, Simon still shook hands politely with the other party and introduced himself: "Simon Westeros." ”

"Strange last name," Janet Johnston muttered, and looked Simon up and down with a very satisfied expression, then turned to Catherine, "then, Kate, let's take him home!"

Catherine put her luggage in the back seat of the car on the side of the road, walked over and said, "Jenny, no kidding, let's go." ”

Janet obviously didn't intend to let go of the two easily, and reached out to hold Catherine's arm to prevent her from leaving, but her eyes were staring at Simon, and she said curiously: "Little boy, it seems that you just arrived in Los Angeles and came with Kate?

Simon saw that Catherine was also looking over with some curiosity, thought for a while, and then said, "Probably, San Jose." ”

Janet glanced at Simon very dissatisfied, and said in a dragging voice, "It's really interesting, it's probably." ”

Simon shrugged his shoulders and said lightly, "I don't have a home, I just grew up in San Jose." ”

"How could anyone not have a home," the rough Janet didn't react for a moment, ignoring Catherine's small movement of her own arm, and asked, "Then where did you live before you came to Los Angeles?"

Simon curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a harmless smile, and said, "Watsonville Mental Hospital." ”