With a bang, the iron gates of the cell opened.

Standing at the door of the cell was the head of the Ward C guard of Lake Island, Philip Hopkins.

Jeffrey poked his head out of his cell and handed over a cigarette in a very flattering manner.

Philip looked at him without moving, and Jeffrey felt bored, put the cigarette back, then took out a bundle of dollars from his pocket and handed it over flatteringly.

Philip took the dollar, glanced at it, and said dissatisfiedly, "That's it?" ”

"The brothers are very tight on their hands."

Philip pocketed the dollar, and then gestured to the two attendants beside him with his eyes, "Drag that guy out." ”

Jeffrey asked curiously, "What's going on, Officer Philip?" ”

"The time has come for that Middle Eastern guy to be here, and he will be sent to the airport in New York today to be repatriated."

"It's a shame." Jeffrey turned his head to look at Omaha Awad, who was dragged up by the guards and looked sluggish, this Middle Eastern man's ass was actually really exciting. It's a pity that it's only two weeks, otherwise, if you develop it well, the effect will be better. The inmates in Area C really enjoyed the bus.

"Let you garbage enjoy it for two weeks, and you still don't know how to be satisfied?" Philip smiled and patted Jeffrey on the shoulder, "Next time there is a new person, I will give priority to taking care of you." Don't forget our promise! ”

Omaha was handcuffed and shackled all the way out of his cell, and his dull face only improved slightly after being thrown into the prison van.

The past two weeks have been unbearable for him, a devout Muslim.

From the time he was knocked out of bed by the black man named Jeffrey, and then he was pressed to the ground and burst the chrysanthemum, to the time he was pressed down in the toilet by a group of people and took turns to burst the chrysanthemum, all this was a nightmare, a nightmare.

The United States, which is called paradise, is simply a living hell on earth.

It's not like Omaha hasn't resisted. However, with his thin body, he was as weak as a chick in front of an eagle in front of a black man who was as strong as a bull.

He prayed countless times that his Allah would appear before him and save his defiled body, but Allah never appeared.

Until today!

Yes, until today.

The vehicle suddenly braked suddenly, and Omaha in a trance was caught off guard and was directly hit by the inertia belt on the front seat.

"What happened?"

The escort guard, who was sitting in the back seat of the prisoner car with a baton, opened the door between the front and rear seats, and asked loudly into the front seat.

"There was a truck stuck in the middle of the road."

On the way to the airport in New York, how can there be trucks blocking the road?

The prison guard in charge of driving the car pushed the door and got out of the car. Then the gunshots rang out.

……

Salt Lake City, Eastern High School.

"I need more strength, anger, and explosiveness, looks, pay attention to your eyes." Kenny Ortega let out a click, then came to Jerry's side, "Jerry." It's a song you wrote, and you should know the meaning of "Scream" better. ”

“Sorry。” Jerry apologized.

There was no way, Jessica got the tacit approval of Mark Alba and flew to Salt Lake City. In addition to the daily rehearsals, the two of them are tired of being together. How do you say that, Xiao Biesheng is newly married, as if a guy who hasn't opened meat for a long time suddenly finds that he has big fish and big meat. In Jerry's case, that's the case. In such a sweet way that Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera both gritted their teeth with jealousy, how could Jerry still remember the feeling he felt when he wrote this song in the first place.

Originally. The time when this song was written coincided with the early days of his Cold War with Natalie Portman.

To be more precise, the script of "Youth Musical" 3 was written based on his discussion with Natalie Portman about ideals and the future.

It's just that now, Jerry honey is in his mouth, and no matter how bitter the yellow lotus is, it will be diluted a lot. What's more, his relationship with Natalie Portman has warmed up!

In another case, the props used to shoot the song "Scream" made it difficult for him to completely adjust his emotions all at once.

Jerry had to keep jumping and churning in the flipping space at this moment to show that his spirit was on the verge of collapse.

Because of the uncertainty about the future, about the ideal, because he can never get a satisfactory answer, he can only vent his inner mania by screaming.

"Give me a moment and let me brew my emotions."

Ortega patted him on the shoulder, he didn't mean to force Jerry, Ortega knew very well Jerry's skills in stage performance, the double waltz that Jerry and Jessica filmed on the balcony before, the interaction between the two people on the treehouse, and the interaction between the two people in Gabriella's boudoir, both of them were all over again, that kind of overflowing sweetness, so that people of his age couldn't help but clench their fists and shout, Yes~ Although there is no direct kiss shot between the two people, but this kind of four eyes are facing each other, The ambiguity of the nose touching the nose makes the feeling of love come directly to the face.

As for Scream, well, even if he's talented, his age, after all, is there. As a director, Ortega knows that being able to write such a song and being able to perform such a song well are two different concepts.

It's like a screenwriter can only be a screenwriter forever, and there are almost no screenwriters who can successfully become well-known actors.

Uh~Jerry? Jerry, one of the screenwriters of the "Youth Musical" series, seems to be an exception.

Jessica walked over and grabbed Jerry's hand, the nourishment of these days had left her face full of spring breeze, and her nightmarish confinement had left almost no trace. When he left home, Marc Alba still didn't have a good face for her decision, but he still couldn't stop Jessica. Mark Alba didn't say anything other than telling her to be safe.

yes, what else could he care about besides his daughter's safety?

Happiness?

Happiness is what she strives for, and he, the father, can't give it.

Jessica and Jerry sat side by side on the steps.

"Jerry, do you have your final year at Long Island High School?"

"yes? What's wrong? ”

"What are you going to do after high school? Continuing to college? ”

"That's how it should be. I just don't know which school in the Ivy League will want me. I'm thinking about whether I should go back to Japan. ”

"Japan?"

"Hmmm! The University of Tokyo has sent me an invitation to return to Japan after graduating from high school. What about you, Jesse. What are your plans? Next year, you're going to graduate too! ”

"I would probably go to the Atlantic School of Drama. They wrote back to me and told me that my application was approved. ”

"Oh~ That's good news."

"But, Atlantic Theatre Academy, on the island of Puerto Rico."

Jerry didn't say anything, just opened his mouth and sang "Right-Here-Right-Now". (To be continued......)