Chapter 48 1st Enemy

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The golden sunlight shone from the sky and fell on the bushes on the edge of the cliff. Under the bushes, a crescent-shaped beach was hidden. There was a long wooden trestle at the corner of the crescent beach, extending to the azure blue in the sea.

This beautiful beach is Paradise Bay in Malibu. It is contracted by a restaurant. If you want to enter, you must buy tickets.

However, there are no tourists on the beach today, but on the cliff behind the beach, there are countless reporters with long guns and short cannons.

Britney Spears' record company leased the beach temporarily for the "Sometimes" video.

Early in the morning, Matthew followed the crew to the beach. The record company rented not only the beach, but also the restaurant.

Several rooms in the restaurant were temporarily converted into lounges and powder rooms.

Thanks to the fight of Helen Herman, who came at the same time, Matthew, the hero, occupied a room by himself.

"I didn't expect you to come here in person."

Matthew sat in front of the vanity mirror, letting the makeup artist smear his face, and said to Helen Herman, who was sitting in the back flipping through the newspaper, "I thought you would throw me over to the crew and you wouldn't care."

Helen Herman didn't take his eyes off the newspaper and said, "I don't have another job for the time being, and you were not only chosen by them, but also by me."

This is a bit inexplicable, and Matthew thought for a while before he understood.

"Oh..." Matthew asked casually, "So, I'm your most important customer."

He heard from Amanda that the scale of the Angel Agency would not be very large, and Helen Herman would not be able to get too many resources, and would only use them intensively.

"You haven't shown that potential." Helen Herman denied.

Matthew looked at Helen Herman through the vanity mirror. Helen Herman's face was covered by the newspaper, and he couldn't see anything.

After putting on makeup, Matthew put on a white T-shirt. The T-shirt is a close-fitting design that stretches tightly on his strong body, highlighting the smooth muscle lines.

His muscles are the result of long-term high-intensity physical labor, and are not the same as the exaggerated muscles trained in the gym.

Matthew looks strong, but not like Arnold Schwarzenegger or that boulder, but more like a heightened version of Tom Cruise.

Since he was going to shoot barefoot on the beach, after changing his clothes, Matthew put on a pair of slippers, and regardless of Helen Herman, who was still reading the newspaper, he picked up his work bag, walked out of the dressing room, and walked along the wooden board leading to the dining room. The trestle, walk towards the beach.

From the trestle to the beach, Matthew saw the temporary resting place of the actors under the tent, found his own chair and sat down, looking at the place near the sea, a dance team of about seven or eight people, led by the choreographer , and finally familiarize yourself with the dance moves.

He was a layman in dance and music, and he couldn't see anything, but from the faces of those very young male and female dancers, he guessed that they should be dancing the dances that teenagers like.

"Miss Spears..." A cautious voice came over, "Please come this way."

Matthew turned his head to see that Britney Spears walked into the tent in a white crop top.

Probably the relationship between the hero and heroine, her chair is very close to Matthew.

Director Zach Snyder was still leading the crew to set up the shooting venue, and filming would not start in a short time. Britney Spears sat in a chair and waited patiently.

Matthew was already prepared. Seeing that there was no one else in the tent for the time being, he took out the notebook and pens from his work bag, stood up and walked in front of Britney.

Britney Spears looked at him with a slightly surprised look, and Matthew scratched his head feigning embarrassment, showing a sunny, slightly shy smile, "Hello, Miss Spears, I'm your fans,

I've been looking for your autograph, but couldn't find the right opportunity. "

He didn't rehearse or talk directly to Britney Spears.

"Can you do it for me..." Matthew pointed at the pen and the autograph book embarrassedly, "Can you help me as a loyal fan?"

For some reason, Britney remembered Matthew, took the pen and notebook happily, and asked, "You're Matthew Horner, right?"

"Just call me Matthew." Matthew looked surprised, as if to be remembered by Britney, what an amazing thing for him, and then he asked tentatively, "I... I can call you Britney ?"

As Britney signed the notebook, she said, "Of course."

She stopped writing suddenly, unable to hold back her curiosity, and asked, "Which singer do you hate the most?"

Matthew suddenly had the urge to hit the beach with his head, and the curiosity to knock open the skull under her blond hair to see what strange structure was inside.

But he saw Britney's green face completely different from her sexy and mature body, and gradually realized that this is a girl with no social experience and a relatively simple mind, and from the gossip he knew, Britney Ni matures very, very slowly.

Thinking like this, Matthew kept saying, "I don't like Christina Aguilera very much."

He felt that for simple-minded people, it was better to say the simplest answer at this time.

"Why?" Britney asked curiously.

Matthew has never listened to Christina Aguilera's songs at all. Except for the pictures he found on the Internet some time ago, he has almost no impression of the female singer, but he responded very quickly, as he said on the day of the audition, but The words are deliberately euphemistic.

"I think she looks weird." Matthew was not as direct as he was that day, "The voice is also very strange, I can't stop getting goosebumps when I listen to her songs, it's like eating food that makes me sick ."

"Like disgusting food?" Britney Spears suddenly laughed. "That's cool!"

The pen in her hand swiped quickly on the notebook, and after a while, it was returned to Matthew's hand. Matthew looked at it immediately, his eyes suddenly jumped, Britney not only signed, but also on it Leave a line of strange congratulations.

"May Matthew Horner, who hates Christina Aguilera, be happy every day! Britney Spears."

What's the difference between this and those naive girls in middle school who are stubborn and draw villains and curse as pretty as her?

Matthew can see it. Maybe Britney is a genius in singing, but in dealing with real life and interpersonal relationships, I am afraid that even the average of the public is not enough.

Such people, once they are deliberately provoked, often do not know what they will do.

"Thank you, Britney." Matthew closed the book and continued, "I can show it off when I go to acting class!"

Britney understood this completely differently, "Do those people hate Christina Aguilera too?"

Some concepts became clearer and clearer in Matthew's mind. Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera already had a deep conflict. With the media fueling the flames, they wished the two would directly slash each other with knives. Doomed to be a lifelong enemy.

"No!" Matthew's limited brain capacity was used almost all at this time. "Some people like Christina Aguilera, and they are still her fans."

He saw Britney frowning, a little unhappy, and then added, "I've never been at odds with them, I once said in the acting class that people who like Christina Aguilera have problems with their heads, and they should Destroyed by humanity!"

Listening to Matthew's interesting words, Britney's displeasure dissipated in an instant, and she laughed again, "Yes, it should be destroyed humanely! Together with Christina Aguilera!"

"Britney." Matthew seemed to realize it later. "You don't like Christina Aguilera either?"

With the previous foreshadowing and the fact that it is easy to think about things, Britney said directly, "It's not that I don't like it, but I hate it! Very annoying!"

Matthew scratched his head, showing an embarrassed smile, "What a coincidence. Actually, I hate it too, and I don't like it is just a euphemism, after all..."

He can't seem to find the right words.

Britney waved her hand generously, "I know, it doesn't matter, we are the same on hating Christina Aguilera."

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Matthew nodded hastily, "We are the same!"

He felt that Britney must have rarely mentioned this aspect to others, and asked specifically, "Are you the same as me, who thinks Christina Aguilera is ugly and has a bad voice?"

"No." Britney shook her head and said bitterly, "I met her at the Mickey Mouse Club, she's just..."

Since there was no one else nearby, Britney didn't care that this was the MV shooting scene, and she told Matthew a lot of her old past with Christina Aguilera, basically two pretentious and personalities. The impulsive little girls, in order to steal the limelight, target each other's broken things.

Matthew became a listener, never interrupting Britney's words except to express approval with words like um, ah, etc.

It wasn't until Britney finished speaking that Matthew said very seriously, "I didn't expect Christina Aguilera to be so hateful, she's just a bitch!"

Britney nodded vigorously, "Yes!"

Matthew pretended to be kind and reminded, "Britney, you must be careful with this kind of person."

"Yeah!" Britney continued to nod, and then looked at Matthew. No matter how she looked at it, she felt pleasing to the eye, and simply said, "You can call me Boob, that's what my friends call me."

In less than ten minutes, with Matthew's efforts, the friendship between the two skyrocketed.

On the edge of the wooden trestle, Helen Herman stood on the edge of the guardrail and kept looking at the actor's resting place. From Matthew's first signing of Britney to the enthusiastic chat between the two, she saw everything in her eyes. , but did not disturb the past.

At the end, even she was a little admired. Matthew was really good at chatting so happily with a simple-minded and low-emotional girl like Britney.

"Perhaps idiots and idiots have a common language?" Helen Herman groaned.