Chapter 590: You Confessed?
"Thank you, thank you......" Sean, who was surrounded by applause, raised his hands and said with some emotion.
In fact, there were not many people who applauded, mainly concentrated here at the door, and most of the others were standing or sitting in their own places talking, just looking over a few times when the applause rang out.
And waiting for him at the door is basically the two crews of "Milk" and "Death of a Sharpshooter", plus some people who usually have a good relationship, such as Clooney and Soderbergh, as well as Finch and Pete, Sanders and Frederick are also sandwiched inside.
"You failed, but it was just luck." Gus Van Sant took the lead and hugged Sean.
It can be seen that he should be the initiator or one of them, as I said before, once you get his approval, he will firmly stand on your side.
"You still have countless opportunities, and you don't have to dwell on this failure." Universal's producer Bruce Cohen followed in and comforted.
"We all know you're the best." Clooney stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.
"Rest assured, you're not going to have to wait 20 years to get your own accolades, like meβright, Steven?" Even Scorsese came, and dragged someone who was equally weighty.
"Of course, if I have the chance, I will definitely work with Sean on a movie." Steven Spielberg smiled reservedly.
"I'm honored to return, Steven." After surprise and surprise, Sean immediately owes himself.
Then, through the crowd, he noticed that Paul Thomas Anderson and Daniel Day-Lewis, who were walking not far away, were looking this way, and Anderson seemed a little unconvinced, and after making contact with Sean's gaze, he immediately made a sneering gesture and pulled Lewis to leave.
Surprisingly, Lewis didn't move, but walked straight to Sean's side.
The person who noticed him suddenly stopped, and Lewis walked all the way up to Sean, and then stretched out his hand: "You are indeed very good, Sean, I won today by luck." β
"Hmm...... You deserve it," a somewhat surprised Sean shook his hand and then became a little embarrassed, "Even if everyone comforts me now, they all know that you are fully qualified for Best Actor." β
"If you weren't that young, if I hadn't been more than a decade earlier than you, my chances of picking up the golden man a second time would be much lower. I've seen "Milk" and I can see that you did put all your passion into it, come on, the Oscars will give you the credit you deserve. Lewis said seriously.
"Thank you, thank you, Daniel." Sean sighed inwardly, and his mood suddenly improved.
After Lewis left, Sean said a few more words to the people around him, and everyone slowly dispersed.
"Tell me, if it was your idea or Gus's." After coming to Sanders and Frederick and hugging them, Sean asked.
"I started with a start, Fred completed it, and Gus volunteered to organize." Sanders replied.
"It feels better now, right?" Fred asked.
"Just a little." Sean sighed, "I was much better when Daniel came over to comfort me, but then, when I understood, it wasn't so good. β
"Why?" Sanders didn't understand it, but Frederick understood it right away.
"You see, Sean, you're already a big shot, and you're going to have a big place in this circle soon." The agent lowered his voice and said, "You can help Steven Spielberg recommend his godson to play the leading role in "Transformers", you can also do the distribution of George Clooney's new movie, you can also invest in David Fincilla, etc. β
He looked into his eyes, and for a moment it seemed to be back to a few years ago, when they first met each other: "However, these are only part of the story, so you don't need to care, these overtures are all you deserve." You know, Sean, your biggest problem is that you like to draw a circle for yourself and stay in it and not come out, even though you sometimes jump out, but you always feel that it's not appropriate. β
"You're saying I'm taking the bottom line too seriously?" Sean frowned.
"No, I'm saying that you set the bottom line too high and too much, and instead constrain yourself, so much so that sometimes you ignore what is important." Frederick sighed.
Sean couldn't help but be stunned, and then his heart moved again, and after a while, he pinched his nose: "I know, Fred, thank you, let me be quiet first." β
It's a pity that although he wants to be quiet and think alone, others don't give him this opportunity, especially after seeing the previous scene, all kinds of people come to talk to him.
Sean can only brace himself to deal with it, Frederick is right, he is already a big man and has enough influence, but he has not adjusted yet.
Kate also came over to say hello to him, but only to say hello, after all, as someone who just collaborated on "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button", it is really unreasonable to come to comfort him.
But because of the ulterior relationship between each other, the last two sentences are already the limit, so Sean's heart is full of regret and depression, and he can't show it at all.
Originally, he thought that after dealing with these waves, he should be able to calm down for a while, but who knew that someone's words would hook up one of his other thoughts.
"Thank you very much, Sean." Marion came over and said this to him.
It was just that, very brief, and it was with the others, and it wasn't until it was about to leave that it was whispered quickly. However, her face had an obvious ambiguous smile, and she was completely different from the one who was so excited that she cried when she received the little golden man at the awards ceremony before, and she blinked her eyes provocatively when she left, so it is self-evident what this sentence means.
Sean laughed self-deprecatingly, but soon began to walk around the hall, as he said before, although "Vanity Fair" announced the suspension of the "Oscar Night" party to support the strike, it was only a matter of minutes to hold a party again, at most, he couldn't use photos of "Vanity Fair" and "Oscar Night", so there were still a lot of people who came, and he quickly found his goal.
"I want to talk to you, Nata." As soon as Natalie says goodbye from a group, Sean stands in front of her.
"What's the matter, Mr. Tang?" Natalie said quietly in a tone of distance, while lowering her voice: "What are you going to do?" β
"I just want to talk, face to face," Sean said, "we haven't talked like this since you called." β
"I think I've made it clear, Mr. Tang, that it will bother me that you continue to do this." Natalie raised her voice slightly.
"I just want to have a face-to-face meeting, and if you're not available right now, I'll be there until you're available." Sean had a hint of menace in his tone.
A hint of anger flashed on Natalie's pretty face, but she quickly pressed it down and lowered her voice: "How do you want to talk?" β
"We've been here before, so you should know which room I'll be in, I'll go first, I'll see you there in ten minutes." Sean said very politely.
"It's a pleasure to talk to you, so be it." Natalie snorted, then spoke out loud in what many could hear, with obvious impatience.
Sean didn't speak, he turned around and left the hall directly, and came to the guest room on the second floor, fortunately, the room he had been using was currently unoccupied, and after waiting patiently for ten minutes, Natalie opened the door and walked in.
"Say what you want to say." After closing and locking the door, she leaned against the door with her arms folded and asked, with a look of wariness and disgust, a complete stranger.
"I want to know what's going on between us." Sean spread his hands, slowing his tone as much as he could.
"That's it?" Natalie's eyes narrowed, as if she had heard something funny.
"I just don't understand why all of a sudden, without any warning, we became like this." Sean continued in a calm tone, "Not even a friend. β
"Shouldn't this question be asked of you, Mr. Tang?" Natalie said in a sarcastic tone, "I said I could date you, but I didn't want to be found out by the media, and you promised you definitely wouldn't, but actually? β
"Accidents happen." Sean pleaded a sentence.
"Then don't make promises!" Natalie quickly interrupted, "Look at you, Sean, look at you, I thought you should be very open-minded as a playboy, just to end a relationship, but come over and over again to entangle, don't you think it's a little too strange?" β
"I just want to know why?" Sean took a deep breath, "From the beginning, it was you who made the request unilaterally, and I never objected to anything, so I don't understand, why can you be so simple?" β
"Then what do you want me to do, waiting for you to come home while you are messing around with other women?" The sarcastic look on Natalie's face became heavier, "I'll tell you, what are you struggling with, Sean, you just don't want to accept a defeat." β
Her words became extremely scathing: "For you, what you are most proud of is that no matter what kind of woman you have, you can coax it, and you are invincible in it." So, when you suffer a failure, when you find out that there is finally a woman who will not be blinded by you, you start to get upset, you start to get irritable, you start to be unacceptable, just like you won't accept tonight's failure. You will find many excuses in your mind to prove that it is the other party's fault, that the other party betrayed you, that the other party deliberately revealed your secret and caused you to lose your chance, and that the other party deliberately affected your emotions and made you fail to win the honor. β
Hearing this, Sean involuntarily narrowed his eyes, while Natalie continued: "Yes, I admit it, I used to have feelings for you, but now there is nothing left. I thought that at least after this period of time, we could get along normally, even if we couldn't be ordinary friends, at least we could give a smile after meeting. But it turns out I'm wrong, I don't want to see you again, Sean, that's all! β
She turned around and was about to open the door, and then Sean's voice rang out: "So, you admit that you deliberately leaked the fact that I had already become the male protagonist of "Blood is Coming" to the media?" β