The 1978 disco-themed song and dance film starring John Travolta was the box office top of the year and the groundbreaking first soundtrack.

That record not only set a sales record that had not been surpassed for many years, but also led the disco record industry to its peak, but this peak did not last long, and a year after the release of "Grease", because of a fortuitous opportunity, the "disco get out" movement broke out to boycott disco.

In Eric's view, this movement obviously has a conflict of interests, just like the suppression of Michael Jackson later, because disco, a low-cost record pop, has had a huge impact on the traditional record industry, which will cause the traditional record industry bosses to use that accidental incident to manipulate public opinion to set off a campaign to suppress disco.

Eric was chatting with Catherine about the past when out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of two girls approaching.

The two girls walked up to him, and Eric was sure that their target was him, and when he looked up, one of the two girls had a ponytail, a shy expression, and her head slightly lowered, and the other girl had short shoulder-length hair, fair skin, and was wearing a black sequined dress that glittered in the light.

When the short-haired girl saw Eric looking at them, she mustered up the courage to ask, "Excuse me, are you Eric Williams?"

Eric didn't answer, but looked at the woman sitting next to him with a look of surprise: "Look, Catherine, someone thinks I'm Eric Williams again, but I think I should be a little more handsome than him, right?"

Catherine gave Eric a blank look. There was no answer. The two girls believed Eric's performance and looked at each other for a moment, not knowing whether it was time to leave.

Eric took the initiative to stand up and stretched out his hand to the fair-skinned girl: "Hello, my name is Alan." Alan Viessman. ”

The girl in the sequined dress held out her hand to Eric: "Hello, Alan, you can call me Charlotte, this is Alice." ”

Eric shook Charlotte's hand again, smiled and said, "Can I have a drink?"

The two women glanced at Catherine, who was sitting next to Eric, and saw that the woman did not say anything. Charlotte nodded, "Okay." ”

So, under the speechless gaze of Catherine Bigelow, Eric led the two girls to the bar, ordered a few glasses of wine, and Eric stopped at the bar and chatted with the two girls. Less than five minutes. The two girls were coaxed into laughter by Eric, and the short-haired girl named Charlotte also waved her little fist and gently beat Eric on the chest, and the whole person wanted to stick to Eric.

Then, Catherine was even more speechless to see Eric take the hands of the two girls and walk to the dance floor at the same time, and in the loud music, Eric danced skillfully, and the two girls also regarded Eric as the center, like two butterflies around him.

Saw Eric put his hands on the ponytail girl's exposed waist. Catherine, who already felt unnatural, finally couldn't help but whisper: "Little color embryo, I even said that it was my first time to come to this kind of place. ”

Just as Catherine was considering whether she was going to leave early, a white man in his thirties approached her: "This young lady. Can I sit here?"

Looking at the person who suddenly appeared in front of her, Catherine's first reaction was to look at Eric's side, but to her disappointment, Eric didn't seem to pay attention to this side, still dancing with the two girls, but the two-colored hand was already on the waist of the other short-haired girl. There is also a faint downward trend.

"I'm sorry, sir. There's already someone here," Catherine stared at Eric's hands for two seconds. Only then did he say coldly to the man in front of him.

"Do you mean the boy?" the man gestured in Eric's direction and smiled, "I don't think he will be back anytime soon, and seriously, it's a very indecent thing to leave a lady here to dance with other girls." ”

The man said, already sitting down beside Catherine, "Introduction, my name is Bernie Wesley, and I work on Wall Street. ”

The other party has always been polite, Catherine can't be cold anymore, and introduced herself succinctly: "Catherine." ”

"Catherine, I've actually noticed you for a long time, you have a quiet and restrained temperament in you, and I don't think you should be here at all. Well, let me guess, you're a doctor...... Lawyer...... Accounting?"

Bernie Wesley guessed a few times in a row and was a little out of the box, and seeing that the other party was going to continue to guess, Catherine had to say, "I'm a director." ”

Bernie Wesley didn't feel embarrassed at all, and although he didn't pay much attention to Hollywood, he also knew some of the unspoken rules of Hollywood: "It's unbelievable, you're so beautiful, it's easier for people to accept if you say you're an actor, directing is not a job that women can play." ”

Although there was no discrimination in the other party's tone, Catherine was still a little disgusted when she heard these words, and her brows furrowed slightly. Bernie Wesley, who is clearly a good observer, immediately changed his tune: "Of course, there are still a lot of great female directors in Hollywood. By the way, you've made those works, maybe I should check them out?"

"You're not going to be interested," Catherine said.

Bernie Wesley, on the other hand, thought that Catherine had nothing to offer, and looking at the age of the woman in front of him, he thought that the woman was only thirty years old at most. Male directors of this age may not be able to shoot anything, let alone women. Bernie Wesley thought about it for a moment, and quickly said, "Then do you have any projects that you are interested in, you know, our company actually has investments in Hollywood, if you have a good script in your hand, maybe I can help you match?"

Contrary to Bernie Wesley's expectations, the woman did not show any surprise, and said lightly: "Sorry, I don't think so. ”

"Don't say it so absolutely, why not leave a contact information, and you'll find that you may be able to help you a lot when you can. ”

Although Catherine was a very patient person, she was also disgusted by the entanglement of the man in front of her, and said very bluntly: "Mr. Wesley, if I can, I want to be quiet for a while. ”

"Oh, don't do that, Catherine, it's a cabaret," said Bernie Wesley, who didn't seem to sense the woman's disgust, with a smile on his face, "Why don't we go dancing together, and if you can't, I can ......."

Before he could finish speaking, Bernie Wesley felt a hand tapped on his shoulder, and when he looked up, two tall men in suits had appeared behind him at some point.

"Sir, please don't pester this lady, okay?"

Bernie Wesley thought that the two tall men were the thugs in the dance hall who were in the name of security guards and were nosy with the wrong medicine, and wanted to reprimand him for his friendship with the owner of the dance hall.

But he soon noticed the difference, the two people in front of him did not have the ruffian aura of a dancehall thug at all, although they suddenly looked inconspicuous at all, but the cold aura exuded by the two people was definitely not something that a thug could have. He happened to see this kind of temperament at an annual meeting, from the bodyguard next to the big boss behind the company, and heard that this kind of person is often a retired professional soldier from the special forces, and most of them have killed people.

Having such a level of bodyguard support was definitely not something that a small investment manager could afford to provoke, Bernie Wesley stood up very familiarly, made an apologetic gesture to Catherine, and walked away a little wolfily.

Catherine whispered thanks to Eric's two bodyguards, who only nodded in response and quietly retreated into an inconspicuous corner.

Looking over to the crowd on the dance floor again, he just noticed that Eric was also looking this way, and made a gesture at her. Obviously, the two bodyguards who helped her out of the siege just now were instructed by him. Realizing that he had been paying attention to her side, for some reason, she felt a little relief in her heart that she couldn't even notice.

Catherine, a lone woman, sat on the sofa here for a long time, and Bernie Wesley was not the only one who had the idea of hunting, and the previous accosters who had planned to wait for Bernie Wesley to return noticed what had just happened, and they no longer stepped forward, and the woman who appeared in a vacuum around her became extremely conspicuous, and many people looked at this place curiously. Even for many days afterward, she, the woman who occupied a row of sofas alone but no one dared to strike up a conversation, became the talk of the ballroom's guests.

Eric went crazy with the two girls for a while, and then left the dance floor, intending to take Catherine back to the hotel.

Seeing that Eric was leaving, the short-haired girl also pulled her companion out.

Leaving the ballroom and walking in the alley, the short-haired girl who had just been wearing a sequined dress had already put on a dark trench coat, and looked up at Catherine, who was walking on the other side of Eric, who was a little silent, and the short-haired girl mustered up the courage to say to Eric: "Alan, why don't you go and sit with me?"

"Huh?" said Eric, thinking he had misheard.

But the short-haired girl then said, "I mean, why don't you sit with me, and I live with Alice." ”

The hint of this fragrance was already quite obvious, and the pony-tailed girl named Alice behind her shyly pinched her, and glanced up at Eric, but there was a little anticipation in her eyes.

"Forget it, it's too late," Eric laughed, saying to himself that it was too much of a teasing, and it shouldn't be.

Although he refused the ambiguous invitation of the two girls and walked out of the alley, Eric thoughtfully called a taxi for the two girls, watched each other leave, and then got into the car driven by the bodyguard with Catherine.

In the taxi not far away, the short-haired girl named Charlotte turned her head to look at Eric, who had got into a black car at the entrance of the alley, and sighed softly. Alice also turned her head to look at it, and then asked, "What's wrong, Charlotte?"

"Didn't you notice that he was Eric Williams? (To be continued)