MTL - Exploiting Hollywood 1980-Chapter 53 famous all over the world

   Chapter 53 Famous in the world

   Take the big bag and the small bag and go back to the artist's apartment. I happened to run into a Jewish violinist and walked up the apartment stairs.

   He seemed to have just returned from a street show with a violin case in his hand. Seeing that the two of them were shopping for a lot of things, they took the initiative to help Ronald and Meg carry a few items upstairs.

   "This is sausage, your race seems to..." Ronald hurriedly stopped.

   "It doesn't matter, I am an immigrant from the Soviet Union, where all the Jews eat sausages. The smell of your sausage reminds me of my hometown. Is it from a Ukrainian restaurant?" said the violinist.

   opened the apartments, Ronald asked the Jews to wait a while, went into the kitchen and distributed a piece of sausage, wrapped it up and gave it to him.

   "Thank you for helping us, this is a gift for you."

   "Thank you, my friend, may the Lord bless you."

  …

  After tidying up the room and laying out the newly bought tablecloths and napkins, Meg put the cooked food from the Ukrainian restaurant into the white china tableware bought in Chinatown.

"boom!"

   Ronald opened a bottle of red wine and poured two glasses.

   "Hope your dreams come true and be famous! Meg."

   "My dreams come true too, Ronnie."

   Ronald did not turn on the light, but lit a candle, and Meg gave him a sweet look, satisfied with the little surprise.

  In the dim candlelight, Ronnie and Meg clink glasses and slowly taste the taste of red wine.

   Cooked food takeaway bought at Ukrainian restaurant, tastes good. Meg fed Ronald like a child.

   "Open your mouth, Ronnie." Meg grabbed a piece of sausage in her hand and dipped it in the sauce to feed him.

   "Ah..." Ronald ate the sausage and pretended to bite Meg's finger again.

   Meg giggled and drew back.

   was grabbed by Ronald abruptly and ate the sauce.

   Meg did not expect this hand, and a cloud climbed up her cheek.

   After a while, Meg pulled her stiff fingers out of Ronald's hand. She rubbed her hands uneasily, as if to keep the sauce from sticking to her fingers for long.

   Ronald took out his handkerchief, stuck some water in the glass, grabbed Meg's hand, and carefully wiped his fingers clean one by one.

  The two seemed to be speechless for a while.

   Meg's face seemed to turn redder, like a rosy glow covering the setting sun. I don't know if it was the reflection of the candlelight, or the reaction of the red wine. Under the dim candlelight, Ronald couldn't figure it out either.

   Ronald just stared unblinkingly into Meg's eyes, the only thing clear in the candlelight.

  He was intoxicated by her gentle gaze.

   A faint sound of a violin came from outside the wall. The Jewish violinist upstairs was playing the "Meditation" by Jules Massenet.

With a    "huh", Ronald blew out the candle.

  …

   An hour passed.

  Turn on the floor-to-ceiling bedside lamp in the bedroom, and the lampshade reveals a warm light.

   Ronald got up and made a pot of black tea from Chinatown. He finally got rid of the cheap taste of tea bags.

   Pour the black tea made in China in two warm and delicate white porcelain cups, put them on a tray, and bring them into the bedroom.

  The thick tea has a little red reflection, and the warm and restrained fragrance is not the kind of gaudy artificial flavor, but the natural tea fragrance.

  The tea leaves are picked from the tea trees under 20 years old, and the fine buds that are tender and alive before the Grain Rain are specially selected, carefully roasted and fermented.

  Not the kind that Ronald drank in Los Angeles, cheap old Darjeeling tea leaves, tea bags made of mixed tea stems, can be the same.

  The natural taste is totally different.

  The introverted tea fragrance, paired with warm tea, drink it, and the stomach suddenly warms up. It seems that the whole person is full of vitality, full of youthful power.

   Meg asked for another drink.

   Meg adjusted her posture and leaned into Ronald's arms, wrapping Ronald's arms around his neck.

   "I feel safe, Ronnie."

"Me too."

   Lying for a while, Meg was a little shy, and still refused to stay in Ronald's apartment, insisting on walking back to the apartment she shared in the next block to sleep.

   Ronald had no choice but to take her to a place and then go home by himself.

   On the bed, reminiscing about all the things he had spent with Meg, Ronald fell asleep contentedly.

  …

   "I borrowed a cool movie to watch today." An unfamiliar male voice was speaking in Chinese.

   "What movie?"

   "I don't know, that **** wouldn't say it, he just said that the girls in the drama school were crying."

With a    bang, the video recorder ate a box of tapes, the snow on the TV receded, and red letters on a black background appeared again, with the familiar subtitles:

   "FBIWarning"

After the    copyright information, a lion appeared on the TV screen, and it was MGM's lion roaring.

  This time it's an MGM movie, Ronald said to himself in a half-dream.

   On the black screen, the title of the film appeared:

   "FAME"

The subtitle below    also shows the Chinese translation, with four big characters:

   "Famous in the world"

   That's right, Meg's dream is to be famous.

   A loud voice came from the inferior TV stereo, many people were talking and making noise.

   The scene of a cafeteria appeared on the screen, which was similar to the high school cafeteria I read, small and lively.

   A student starts hitting a neat jazz drum beat on a table with drumsticks, then tambourine, then piano, then saxophone, then violin, cello…

   Various musical instruments belonging to different musical styles were added to the ensemble one by one, but they were surprisingly harmonious.

   Ballet dancers, jazz dancers, modern dancers, ... one by one began to twist their bodies.

  The dancers jumped up and down, jumped on the piano, and danced with the table.

  The cafeteria aunt also began to dance to the rhythm.

   Then a black girl, sitting next to the piano player, began to sing in a strong voice with a metallic tone:

   "Macaroni and Salmon,

   Our favourite dish.

   She got a hot lunch,

   is true for everyone.

  …”

   "Hot Lunch?" The name is familiar.

   After a while of confusion, Ronald saw another dance scene:

   is exactly the practice scene.

   A group of ballet girls are doing daily homework such as leg pressing in the practice room.

   "Circle around, bend over, and get back straight!" The teacher was shouting the password.

  The two girls in the front of the camera were practicing while talking.

   "Hi, I'm Lisa Monroe."

   "Hillary Van Dore."

   "I like this exercise suit of yours. I saw it in the window of Bando Department Store."

   "My stepmother bought it for me."

   "Really? I don't mind having such a stepmother."

   "She didn't buy it for me, she wanted her father to think she just cared about me, and she loved shopping herself. Every time she shopped, she was so happy."

   "Sounds good, I think I like your stepmother."

   "Huh, I can give her to you"

   "Attention, attention, why are you not sweating? Use snacks!" The teacher began to verbally remind one of the girls.

   The movements of the girls are very elegant.

  Hey, the girl behind her, the girl in the green training suit and the sky blue short skirt, looks like Meg Tilly.

  No, she is Meg, and Ronald can see the girl's face clearly in the camera.

   Did she also participate in this movie called "Famous in the World"? It still looks like a group.

   Another daze, half awake, Ronald was about to fall asleep.

   Suddenly there was a burst of rhythmic disco music on the TV.

   A man who looked a bit like the uncle who was a taxi driver at the brain gate he met at the airport, drove a yellow taxi of the same model and parked at the gate of the school.

   There are two large speakers on top of his taxi. The driver turned on the power and turned up the volume, and the disco music came from the two loudspeakers.

   "Baby, look at me...

  Tell me what did you see?

  You haven't seen the best of me yet.

give me some time

  I'll make you forget everything..."

   The taxi driver started shouting:

   "This song was written by my son, Bruno Mattelli."

   "Today on 46th Street, tomorrow at Madison Square Garden for a concert, hahaha..."

   All the students heard this touching song and rushed out of the school one by one,

   Jazz, ballet, modern dance,...everyone started dancing.

   They took the street as a stage and started to dance,

  They occupied the streets, blocked the traffic, danced non-stop,

   They even stood on the top of the car and danced on the roof. The driver honked his horn wildly, but he couldn't suppress the rhythm of the dance.

   Even with Ronald, he wanted to jump up,

  The disco rhythm of 4/4 time, very easy to step on, twist your waist, send your hips...

   "Ah..." Ronald fell off the bed again.

   (end of this chapter)