There don't seem to be power poles in Los Angeles.

It's not like Paradise with farms, fences, fences, farm vehicles, and old telephone poles with wires on the roadside in front of every house, or the one-story homes in Hyrum, where the front lawn is a lawn with telephone poles.

Mody didn't find any power poles here, but there were so many street lights, garbage cans, and trees.

After saying goodbye to Mr. Conrad, she didn't go to Santa Monica to see the sea, and immediately set out to find a place to live and get ready for tomorrow's audition.

Now she still has 742 yuan in her hand, and 242 yuan is cash, which is a very bad feeling, and she can't spend money indiscriminately.

No matter how cheap the hotel is, it will cost more than 70 or 80 dollars a night, Modi can not afford to live, fortunately the day before coming to Los Angeles, I found a kind of family hotel on the Internet, most of which only cost 10-15 dollars a night, and some also provide a breakfast, called Bed+Breakfast, which is really suitable for her.

Before finding cheap accommodation and stable jobs, she had to live in a family hotel, Jim said many times to pay attention to safety, and the Internet also said that some places in Los Angeles are not safe, such as downtown, Koreatown, South Los Angeles, etc., try not to go out after dark.

I heard that VIY lives in Brentwood, which is in the affluent area west of Los Angeles, and I didn't find a family hotel there, too, how can the family living there need to make this money.

Mody found this Bed+Breakfast family hotel called "Big House" from a poster, located in Oakwood, south of Hollywood and west of Koreatown, and the owner of the hotel is an old white couple, who enthusiastically said on the phone that there is a bed, $10 a night, a breakfast, free water and electricity, which is good.

When I arrived at Oakwood, it was still around 3 p.m., and I thought that Mr. Conrad was doing the audition clothes, and I don't know what type of evening dress it would be?

She liked Lily Collins' white dress, it was beautiful, but Mr. Conrad was the pro and left it to him to do the best.

In Mody's view, Oakwood is a wealthy community, with clean tree-lined roads with evergreen trees, those old palm trees grow as tall as buildings, all kinds of cars are parked on both sides of the road, and although the houses are close to each other, most of them are two stories high, and they are very beautifully built, which should be a different architectural style.

The same is true of the "big house", with a wide front yard lawn, a three-story house with yellow tiles and white walls, and delicate patterns on the edges of the classical windows, like a palace.

Mody walked up the stairs with her duffel bag in her hand, and the more she looked at the house, the more incredible she became, and the $10 breakfast was available to stay in such a nice room.

Jingle bell, she rang the doorbell, full of nervousness.

......

The bright night sky illuminates Brentwood.

"You can't roll your eyes, you can't frown, you can't purse your lips, you can't grin, you can't act with your eyes. What can I do?"

Since she was reprimanded yesterday morning, Emma has not found a way.

After Wei Xun finished speaking, she was busy all the time, and she walked around the house by herself, and then left sulking. I was really angry yesterday, and the consequence was that I went to Rodeo Avenue to buy a bunch of new clothes for autumn and winter, and left with five bags, so that I was out of anger.

Dressing up is much simpler than performing, a blue denim jacket with a white pleated dress will be an A+. It's also much simpler than music, and at the end of September last year, a studio album "Unfabulous-And-More" of "Unfabulous" was released, and the performance was average, and I was not ready to continue my music career.

In fact, music has never been her expectation for her future, and she can't write songs......!

If she could only do two things in her life, she would choose to read and act, and those who fell in love and got married would not be counted.

But now it's really hit, of course I understand that I won't discipline her for no reason, every time his words are hard to listen to at the time, they are right afterward. Her performance is really not good enough, but I don't know what to do, Emma Ruth Roberts, think about it!

In the spacious and elegant girl's bedroom, several rows of bookshelves stand against the wall, and by the dressing table opposite, Emma in pajamas is looking at herself in the mirror, trying to make a depressed expression.

In the past, she would roll her eyes, purse the corners of her mouth, and bow her head slightly, looking very depressed.

Now I can only bow my head slightly, but I can also lower my head slightly when I am happy and angry, this is just a body movement, what about facial expressions?!

Emma made all kinds of attempts, and her face adjusted little by little, making her eyes daze...... No matter how you look at it, it's normal......

"It can't be. After trying for a while, she finally let out a long sigh and hung her head down on the dressing table, which was definitely frustrating. With a whining, she raised her head and continued to practice, and saw Cui Ji lying in the kennel over there in the mirror, and she really envied it at the moment for being naturally depressed.

Not every Chihuahua has this ability, as soon as Cui Ji's big eyes open and his mouth closes, he is very frustrated, and, cute!

Strandger is different, as a cat, it has the laziness and arrogance that is unique to cats, and it seems to despise humans all day long.

No matter how difficult it is, you have to practice, because there is no greater desire than playing the heroine of a VIY movie!

The night outside the window was getting darker, and it felt like she had reached her limit before Emma had to fall asleep.

"But, I'm trapped. She lay on her side on the classical single bed, caressing Trigi in one hand and talking to Wei with her phone in the other, while Strandje slept on the bookshelf over there.

"My performance needs to improve, but according to your requirements, I can't do any expressions, I can only perform with a poker face, how can this work? Can you remind me?"

Wei's serious voice came from the mobile phone: "It's right that you can't do any expression, if you don't have any expression but can still complete the performance, congratulations, you are a really good actor." No matter how much I tell you, it's useless, you have to break through by yourself, only yourself. Emma, I'm still busy with the script, so I don't have time to talk on the phone. ”

After a few words, the call ended.

Emma whimpered and lay on her back, stomped on the soft mattress with both feet, pulled over the thin quilt to cover herself, and kissed Triggie, "Good night, Triggie, good night, Strandger." ”

"Wang. Cui Ji barked. At first, it was the result of training, but then it should have understood that it was etiquette, and it would respond when it heard good night, which was so cute.

Get a good night's sleep first and think about it tomorrow.

......

Oakwood at night, the "Big House" family hotel, the windows are dimly lit.

There are a total of five rooms and a small living room for rent, two rooms are double rooms and the other three rooms are triple rooms, all of which have long been rented out, and there are several couples, friends and long-term tenants, all on the second and third floors, and the living room on the first floor has seven beds, with a total of 20 beds.

The living room is occupied by short-term travelers, with one or two nights, and some for a week, and it is also full.

When you look out, the room is very large, and when you live in the living room, the room is very narrow, with seven single wooden beds with only one body and more than one point distributed in the hall, and there is a small wooden cabinet next to each bed to put your luggage, and the chandelier on the ceiling emits a dim light that illuminates the crowded living room.

Mody slept on her side on the bed by the window, her back against the wall, her white quilt tightly covered, and her daytime clothes were still on, her eyes vigilantly watching her surroundings.

It wasn't like that when she came in the afternoon, but now the other six beds were filled with young men, two whites, one black, and three Latins, some of them were outbreakers like her, some were illegal immigrants, some were homeless. The landlord told her to be careful and to scream when something happened.

It was past 11 o'clock in the evening, from 10:30 to now, Modi had not closed her eyes, and every time she just closed her eyes, there would be a sudden noise, which made her eyes open in shock.

The living room was quiet, and her eyes could naturally see the middle-aged Latin man on the opposite bed, who stood on one foot, and the quilt was slightly undulating, and from time to time it seemed like he was coming.

Suddenly, she was startled, and the white man on the other side of the bed at her feet snored: "Whew, whew......" She was no stranger to snoring, the night after her father drank, the wooden house was full of snoring, but now this strange snoring was high and low, which made people listen to it very uncomfortable.

Suddenly, someone in the bed in the distance got up, she grabbed a Swiss Army knife in her hand with her right hand, held her mobile phone tightly in her left hand, and hid her wallet in her jacket closely.

"Little girl?" a low voice sounded, and the Latin man opposite, he was looking over, and the mustache on his mouth was warping, "Little girl?"

"Sir?" replied Mody in a soft, confused voice. The man made a gesture, she couldn't understand: "Excuse me?" The man said in a thick South American accent: "You give me a blow-job, I'll give you 50 yuan, how about it?" Mody suddenly blushed, scared, frightened, panicked, and said in a hurry: "No! sir, I don't do those things, I'm not...... I'm a Mormon......"

Like most people back home, she was a Mormon. But Jim said not to talk about his beliefs outside, because there are many misunderstandings about Mormonism, such as polygamy, which has long since abolished polygamy, and only some extreme areas still practice it, not her.

The Latin man didn't seem to understand what Murmon meant, and only smiled lewdly, "Don't you do it, just with your hands?" Oh, good night, little girl, go to sleep." ”

Modi's blue eyes widened, a layer of cold sweat broke out on her forehead, her eyes wandered around, listening to the louder and louder snoring, and breathing the air with the inevitable body odor, which was not a single body odor, mixed with a lot of disgusting odors.

She wants to fall asleep, she hasn't slept much since the day before yesterday, she can't sleep at home, she can't sleep on the bus, if she doesn't sleep today, her mental outlook will be very bad tomorrow, so let VIY inspect it...... But how can you close your eyes, here, here......

Tears are about to pour out, don't cry! I can see VIY at noon tomorrow, my mother's money brings luck, and tomorrow I will show my acting talents......

Regardless of whether you will be favored by VIY or not, you must find another family hotel with a separate room, or a room for a few girls.

The night was so long that the darkness outside the window seemed to never pass.

I don't know how long it took, but Mody was still watching for any slight movement in the living room, who got up and walked, who turned, who coughed, who pressed the phone with a very soft click, and the sound of outside the house, and occasionally a car passing by, and a few distant dog barks.

When she was a child, the farm still raised sheep, and the family had a Scottish shepherd dog named Peley, but later the farm stopped raising sheep, and Paley was sold by her father. A few days later, Paley was hit and killed by a car whose family she didn't know on the way back to the town, and she remembers Jim holding Paley's body and crying for a day, and he was different from then on.

Perhaps thinking of Paley, Mody's tense nerves gradually relaxed a little, sleepiness welled up, and she closed her eyes unconsciously.

Everything was hazy, as if I was asleep, and as if I didn't.

There are all kinds of voices and thoughts that can't be dispelled in my head, and I don't know if this is a dream or my own imagination:

She was lucky to have lunch with Ye Wei, he said something very funny, she was laughing, and she didn't know how to answer him.

She told Ye Wei that she had been his fan since "Dance of Angels", and she felt that he was amazing and admired him. She told Ye Wei that she had been practicing acting since she was a child, but she had not received formal teaching, she was taught by her mother and learned by herself......

......

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and Mody woke up, and opened her eyes suddenly, only to see that the light was bright, it was already early Saturday morning, and there were people around who were getting up, and the bed opposite was already empty, and the Latin man got up.

The knife and mobile phone were still in her hand, and she touched the wallet in her jacket for the first time, and it was still there!

"Guests, wake-up time, wake-up time. The white-haired old man of the landlord shouted patrollingly, "If anyone wants to renew their beds, it should be early, there are more customers than usual on weekends." ”

Mody sat up and got out of bed, blinking her eyes that were still sleepy, and couldn't help but yawn and didn't prepare to renew her bed.

In the morning, everyone can have 3 minutes of bath time, which is equivalent to showering with water, changing clothes, and another bath costs money. Mody opened the door under the bedside table and was about to take out the duffel bag inside, when her brows immediately furrowed, where is the duffel bag?

She panicked, looked at the people walking around, and hurriedly shouted: "I'm sorry, my duffel bag is missing!"

Everyone froze in place, and the old man of the landlord also frowned, and asked loudly: "This little girl is missing her duffel bag, have you seen it?" The travelers looked at each other, shook their heads and said that they didn't know, Mo Di was so anxious that he blushed, and the old man of the landlady came over and asked, "What's inside?"

"Some clothes, some maps, some information about Los Angeles, some little things...... "Mody was completely blindsided, "my clothes were all in there." ”

At this time, the old landlady came from the dining hall when she heard the sound, and after hearing this, her face was full of wrinkles and wrinkles, and she exclaimed: "It must be that South American named Chanoas who stole it, he disappeared early in the morning." ”

Everyone checked their luggage at the same time, but there wasn't much, no one else was missing, only Modi. She said blankly, "There is nothing of value in it, why did he steal my duffel bag......"

"Is that your wallet, do you have less money?" asked the old landlord.

"I've been hiding close to myself. Mody shook her head, still opening the wallet in her hand to take a look.

The old landlady sighed, "Oh girl, those thieves are very clever. Her words made Modi's heart sink, and she had already seen the situation in her wallet, bank cards and other documents were still there, and more than 200 yuan in cash were all gone. Her eyes suddenly welled up with tears, "How is it possible, the ...... I have been hiding"

No one could answer her, no one could help her, and although most of the residents were sympathetic, they lived here because they had no money and no one could help. And the tenant is stolen, which is the responsibility of the landlord.

The old couple kept cursing at the Latina man, and finally said that because she had been stolen, they returned her $10 rent for the previous night and paid 50 yuan in compensation. The old woman also gave her a set of old clothes that she didn't wear to change, and a kind female tenant gave her a set of old underwear.

When she was taking a shower in the shower, Mody noticed that the hair on the side of her right ear was sticky, and it smelled very stinky when she washed it, and she could guess what it was......

She felt dirty, she didn't think Susie was dirty, but she felt dirty, she wanted to cut all her hair, but today she had auditions, she had to find a job, and she had a draft party.

Modi silently shed a lot of tears, and the tears fell to the ground with the clear water spilled from the shower head, and she didn't know where to go.

Everything is not so bad, I was very lucky to be able to meet Ye Wei at noon on the second day of coming to Los Angeles. Maybe it's because I've been too lucky that I'll be so balanced.

Breakfast is two pieces of home-made toast, when she left the "big house", she did not renew her bed, determined to spend more money to live in a safer and more stable place, but together with the pressure now only 4260 yuan, other aspects to save money.

The appointed time was 11:30, and before 10 a.m., Mody took the bus to the wide vestibule outside the main entrance of the Chinese Theater on Hollywood Boulevard.

The weather is as bright as yesterday, but there are many more tourists on the weekend than yesterday, the Avenue of Stars is full of people, some people stop to take pictures, some people are stepping on the handprints and footprints of those stars, some people are laughing excitedly, and some people have drink stalls to buy drinks, which is very lively.

Mody was standing by the drink stall, wearing an old T-shirt and jeans given by an old woman, and her best light blue coat, and an orange Walmart shopping bag in her right hand, containing the only set of clothes she had changed. She kept an eye out for the traffic in the outer lane, waiting for the gray utility vehicle.

Time gradually passed, she looked at her phone a few times, and at 10:30, 10:45, and 11:00, she sent a text message to Mr. Conrad in the address book: "Hello Mr. Conrad, I'm Modie Semington, and I've been waiting in front of the Chinese Theater." ”

Ten minutes later, there was still no reply or call, too, Mr. Conrad was busy, wait.

Mody kept an eye on the passing cars and the girls around her, wondering if they were going to audition too, but no one stopped for long. She suddenly worried about a question, although she could see it all at a glance in front of the Chinese Theater, could it not be that she was standing here?

Then he pressed his phone again and sent a text message: "Hello Mr. Conrad, I'm Mody Semington, where are you waiting in front of the Chinese Theater?"

Another ten minutes passed, and there was no reply. At 11:20, 11:25, and 11:30, it was time to get to the appointed time, 11:35, 11:40, and I didn't see the GM appear.

Mr. Conrad was so busy and understandably late, but for some reason, she became a little uneasy, and at 11:45 she called Mr. Conrad, holding her mobile phone in her left hand and listening to her left ear, when she heard a female voice:

“We’re-sorry。 The-number-you-have-reached-has-been-disconnected-or-is-no-longer-is-service。

If-you-feel-you-have-reached-this-recording-in-error，please-check-the-number-and-try-your-call-again。 ”

Shut down or empty?Modi's mind buzzed, and he immediately felt that the world was spinning, how could it be ...... Wrong, wrong! Ignoring the tourists around her, she hurriedly took out her wallet from her pocket and then took out the precious business card, 2136437915 the number, and entered the mobile phone one by one to call it.

She looked at the endless traffic and her heart ached, "We're-sorry." The-number......”

The fingers of her hands were trembling, and she proofread the business card again, 2136437915, there is no mistake, absolutely nothing wrong.

“We’re-sorry......”

“We’re-sorry......”

“We’re-sorry......”

If you can't get through, the other party is turned off, or it's an empty number. Is something wrong with Mr. Conrad?

Modi's face was pale, and then he called the number of the dream casting company on the business card, 2135166209, there was nothing wrong.

“We’re-sorry......”

“We’re-sorry......”

It doesn't work either.

Mody looked around blankly, there were many people on the Avenue of Stars, but she couldn't see that face, there were many cars in the lane, but she couldn't see the GM, she typed two numbers over and over again, and heard the phrase "We're-sorry" over and over again, 12:00, 12:30, 13:00...... Lunchtime is coming to an end.

The midday sun was shining violently, most of the pedestrians were wearing hats and sunglasses, and the girls at the drink stalls were a little shaky.

13:30、13:45、14:00。

It doesn't appear, it's fake, the number is fake, the dream casting company is fake, the luck is fake, the costumes are fake, it's all fake......

That man is not Ye Wei's casting director, fake ......

“We’re-sorry......”

The hand holding the phone trembled, Mody trembled, and suddenly stood without the strength to stand anymore, and couldn't help squatting down, slumped on the marble of the Avenue of Stars.

In this way, in front of the theater of the premiere of "Little Sunshine Beauty", she cried bitterly.

It's all fake.

......

Santa Monica in the afternoon.

Stella emailed her resume to Ye Wei's casting team last night, which is no different from the normal way. Because she gave VIY a business card, she had another expectation, maybe Ye Wei was just pretending to be serious because of those two people, so he called her to invite her to spend the night together?

No, Ye Wei didn't call, no one called. Today, Ye Wei did not reappear in the Sweet Courtyard Restaurant, and it was already a miracle that he appeared once.

After a break at 3 p.m. on Saturday, Stella went to the beach to enjoy the sun, the sand, the sea and the sea breeze, which was probably the only thing she and the stars had in common.

The beach was full of tourists, and it was not easy to find a relatively quiet place, she spread out the beach cloth she brought, and sat down facing the sea.

Not far from her, a girl with long brown and blond hair sat looking at the sea with an expressionless face. The girl's clothes are very old and dirty, but she has a pair of beautiful light blue eyes, which makes Stella jealous, if she has these eyes, she must be a star now.

The girl noticed her gaze and looked this way, and Stella smiled, "Hi, I'm Stella." ”

"I'm Modi. The girl whispered, "Mody Conrad." "I was very lucky to be able to meet Ye Wei at noon the next day. Maybe it's because I've been too lucky that I'll be so balanced.

Breakfast is two pieces of home-made toast, when she left the "big house", she did not renew her bed, determined to spend more money to live in a safer and more stable place, but together with the pressure now only 4260 yuan, other aspects to save money.

The appointed time was 11:30, and before 10 a.m., Mody took the bus to the wide vestibule outside the main entrance of the Chinese Theater on Hollywood Boulevard.

The weather is as bright as yesterday, but there are many more tourists on the weekend than yesterday, the Avenue of Stars is full of people, some people stop to take pictures, some people are stepping on the handprints and footprints of those stars, some people are laughing excitedly, and some people have drink stalls to buy drinks, which is very lively.

Mody was standing by the drink stall, wearing an old T-shirt and jeans given by an old woman, and her best light blue coat, and an orange Walmart shopping bag in her right hand, containing the only set of clothes she had changed. She kept an eye out for the traffic in the outer lane, waiting for the gray utility vehicle.

Time gradually passed, she looked at her phone a few times, and at 10:30, 10:45, and 11:00, she sent a text message to Mr. Conrad in the address book: "Hello Mr. Conrad, I'm Modie Semington, and I've been waiting in front of the Chinese Theater." ”

Ten minutes later, there was still no reply or call, too, Mr. Conrad was busy, wait.

Mody kept an eye on the passing cars and the girls around her, wondering if they were going to audition too, but no one stopped for long. She suddenly worried about a question, although she could see it all at a glance in front of the Chinese Theater, could it not be that she was standing here?

Then he pressed his phone again and sent a text message: "Hello Mr. Conrad, I'm Mody Semington, where are you waiting in front of the Chinese Theater?"

Another ten minutes passed, and there was no reply. At 11:20, 11:25, and 11:30, it was time to get to the appointed time, 11:35, 11:40, and I didn't see the GM appear.

Mr. Conrad was so busy and understandably late, but for some reason, she became a little uneasy, and at 11:45 she called Mr. Conrad, holding her mobile phone in her left hand and listening to her left ear, when she heard a female voice:

“We’re-sorry。 The-number-you-have-reached-has-been-disconnected-or-is-no-longer-is-service。

If-you-feel-you-have-reached-this-recording-in-error，please-check-the-number-and-try-your-call-again。 ”

Shut down or empty?Modi's mind buzzed, and he immediately felt that the world was spinning, how could it be ...... Wrong, wrong! Ignoring the tourists around her, she hurriedly took out her wallet from her pocket and then took out the precious business card, 2136437915 the number, and entered the mobile phone one by one to call it.

She looked at the endless traffic and her heart ached, "We're-sorry." The-number......”

The fingers of her hands were trembling, and she proofread the business card again, 2136437915, there is no mistake, absolutely nothing wrong.

“We’re-sorry......”

“We’re-sorry......”

“We’re-sorry......”

If you can't get through, the other party is turned off, or it's an empty number. Is something wrong with Mr. Conrad?

Modi's face was pale, and then he called the number of the dream casting company on the business card, 2135166209, there was nothing wrong.

“We’re-sorry......”

“We’re-sorry......”

It doesn't work either.

Mody looked around blankly, there were many people on the Avenue of Stars, but she couldn't see that face, there were many cars in the lane, but she couldn't see the GM, she typed two numbers over and over again, and heard the phrase "We're-sorry" over and over again, 12:00, 12:30, 13:00...... Lunchtime is coming to an end.

The midday sun was shining violently, most of the pedestrians were wearing hats and sunglasses, and the girls at the drink stalls were a little shaky.

13:30、13:45、14:00。

It doesn't appear, it's fake, the number is fake, the dream casting company is fake, the luck is fake, the costumes are fake, it's all fake......

That man is not Ye Wei's casting director, fake ......

“We’re-sorry......”

The hand holding the phone trembled, Mody trembled, and suddenly stood without the strength to stand anymore, and couldn't help squatting down, slumped on the marble of the Avenue of Stars.

In this way, in front of the theater of the premiere of "Little Sunshine Beauty", she cried bitterly.

It's all fake.

......

Santa Monica in the afternoon.

Stella emailed her resume to Ye Wei's casting team last night, which is no different from the normal way. Because she gave VIY a business card, she had another expectation, maybe Ye Wei was just pretending to be serious because of those two people, so he called her to invite her to spend the night together?

No, Ye Wei didn't call, no one called. Today, Ye Wei did not reappear in the Sweet Courtyard Restaurant, and it was already a miracle that he appeared once.

After a break at 3 p.m. on Saturday, Stella went to the beach to enjoy the sun, the sand, the sea and the sea breeze, which was probably the only thing she and the stars had in common.

The beach was full of tourists, and it was not easy to find a relatively quiet place, she spread out the beach cloth she brought, and sat down facing the sea.

Not far from her, a girl with long brown and blond hair sat looking at the sea with an expressionless face. The girl's clothes are very old and dirty, but she has a pair of beautiful light blue eyes, which makes Stella jealous, if she has these eyes, she must be a star now.

The girl noticed her gaze and looked this way, and Stella smiled, "Hi, I'm Stella." ”

"I'm Modi. The girl whispered, "Mody Conrad." ”