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"I'm really looking forward to your role as a super villain, it should look interesting." Quentin said curiously, looking at Hugo in front of him.

In fact, Hugo's appearance is not really awe-inspiring. The so-called face of justice should be the face of Christopher Reeve who was born to play Superman, as well as Tom Cruise, Tom Hanks, Brad Pitt, Harrison Ford's "I'm a Hero" look is written all over his face. Hugo is more of a warm, gentleman, sunny positive impression.

In a situation like Hugo, the most typical representative is Anthony Hopkins' performance in "The Silence of the Lambs". Hannibal played by Anthony is simply a wise and personable psychology in terms of appearance. Professor, it will be a pleasure to get along with him. He is super knowledgeable, elegant, and a gentleman. Such an authoritative positive professor image is very deceptive, making it hard for people to believe that this is actually a man-eating demon . In the process of watching the movie, the audience's emotions towards Hannibal are actually very complicated. On the one hand, they hope that something will happen to him and the beautiful heroine, but on the other hand, they are full of fear.

Anthony broke the shackles of appearance and gave life to the character. With just 21 minutes of performance, he defeated a lot of competitors and won the Oscar winner statuette. Now Hugo is working tirelessly toward the level that Anthony showed in "Silence of the Lambs."

"I've already tried it." Hugo replied with a smile, which made Quentin look astonished and blurted out "when". Hugo half-squinted his eyes, feeling the dizziness in his head, and smiled. Said, "When I worked with Spielberg not long ago, I played such a role, Nazis, murderous demons, annihilation of conscience, probably like this."

"Wow, I've already begun to look forward to what you said." Quentin expressed his positive attitude, "Spielberg really is a director with bold ideas."

"I'm doing pre-heating promotions for the release of the movie now, and I hope it will be effective." Hugo only felt that his eyelids were a little heavy, and the alcohol began to impact the brain defense line because of the heat in the room, and he began to talk lazily, procrastinating. Speaking of.

Quentin also noticed Hugo's situation. He turned his head and looked at Hugo's companions. The state of several people was not much better, and they were obviously happy. Only then did Quentin notice that he was only going to leave after saying hello, but he ended up chatting with Hugo here for nearly half an hour, "When the movie is released, I will definitely go to support it, I hope there is someone in the movie theater that belongs to me. s position."

Hugo nodded in a daze. In fact, he was still conscious, but he felt a little dizzy. He could hear exactly what Quentin was saying, and then he heard Quentin preparing to leave, which made him I had to lift my spirits again, stood up and said goodbye to Quentin, and then stood next to the booth, watching the situation in the bar.

The lights in the bar were still bright, and the cream-yellow light had a hazy halo. Hugo saw Alfonso and Fujin talking with their shoulders on their shoulders. Fujin's face was still tense, but that The red cheeks seemed to be smeared with rouge; Alfonso was already drinking too high, and he kept dancing when he spoke, and the splattered mouth looked like he was giving a speech to a thousand people.

Not far away, Pedro hid in a relatively dark corner. Through the light, you could vaguely see that his face was full of tears, so embarrassed; Henry was sitting on the edge of the bar, still calm and carefree. Lazy looking, he has the air of an expert in the world. He was listening to a stranger next to him talking about the mountains, but due to the distance, Hugo didn't know whether Henry had fallen asleep or was listening carefully.

As for Neil... Can't see anyone, Hugo swept his eyes twice and didn't see him.

Hugo knew that everyone was drinking too much today, and even Alfonso couldn't hold on. If they continued to drink, the group of them would really be sleeping on the street. Hugo walked up to Alfonso and Fujin and reminded them that they should go back. The two nodded dazedly. Agreed, it's just that Fu Jin's pink and tender expression looks awkward no matter what.

Then Hugo dragged Henry, who was only one line away from falling asleep - such Henry was far from what he had known before, as well as Pedro, who was crying, and finally found him at the door of the bathroom who was already asleep. Neil, dragged a large group into two taxis by Alfonso and Fokin, who were barely able to walk, and returned to the hotel.

Although Hugo stumbled and transported everyone back, in fact, his condition was not much better. After returning, he fell asleep on the bed and fell unconscious.

Hugo woke up from his sleep when the sun was shining warmly on his body the next morning. Fortunately, he didn't drink too much wine last night, so his head was only heavy, but it didn't hurt. Sitting up from the bed, looking around through a hazy vision, Neil and Fukukin were most peacefully lying on the bed and fell asleep, while Pedro reclined directly on the floor, showing a "big" self-portrait, sleeping on the sofa Henry also only had his upper body still on the sofa, and his lower body was completely dragged to the ground. But what about Alfonso?

Hugo stood up barefoot and tried to find Alfonso's figure, but he didn't see anyone at all. Could it be that he was left in the bar yesterday? Hugo rubbed his eyes and walked into the bathroom, yawning and stretching constantly, feeling as if a truck had run over him, but his footsteps soon stopped at the bathroom door.

I saw Alfonso lying on the floor of the bathroom, vomiting in a mess in the bathtub, and the sour smell made people frown. It seems that the things that Alfonso didn't solve in the bar are accumulated and solved when he comes back.

Hugo walked into the bathroom on his toes, turned on the shower head, and kicked Alfonso's feet hard. He saw Alfonso curl up and moan. It was late September, and the weather was gradually increasing. It was cold, especially New York was not as sunny as Los Angeles. Alfonso lay on the bathroom tile and slept all night, feeling naturally bad.

"Wake up, go to sleep in the room where there is a carpet." Hugo kicked Alfonso again. Alfonso sat up while rubbing his eyes, and then leaned on the edge of the bathtub, but he didn't have time to lean on it. He felt the splash of water from the shower head behind him, and quickly moved his back away. He looked up at Hugo and thought for a while, just when Hugo thought Alfon asked to say something, he saw him. He crawled out with his hands and feet together, and his mouth continued to exchange sounds of "呲呲", which was obviously the effect of the tingling sensation of the collision between the knee and the tile.

Hugo withdrew his gaze and walked to the front of the washstand. He was about to wash his face with cold water to wake up his head. The cold water splashed on his face and the pores on his cheeks shrunk slightly. The heaviness of his head was indeed relieved a lot. At this moment, Henry's lazy voice came from outside, "Get up, get up, I'm going into the recording studio today, it's not a good thing to be late."

Although Henry was urging everyone to get up, there was no sense of alertness at all listening to his voice. Sure enough, the room was silent.

After Hugo finished washing up quickly, when he came out, he saw Henry leaning on the sofa. There was no sense of urgency in "late recording." It was as if he was planning to take a nap. Hugo looked at Henry and said, "Today's appointment. what time do we meet?"

"There is no set time, anyway, the music producers they send will be in the recording studio all day, and they can come at any time." Henry said casually without opening his eyes. No wonder he wasn't worried at all, it was.

Hugo walked to Neil's side, raised his foot and pushed Neil's spine. Sure enough, Neil sat up straight away. He looked around blankly, "It's time to get up?"

"Well, it's time to get ready to go to the recording studio. It's never good to go too late." Hugo looked at the clock they brought on the bedside table. It was already ten o'clock. It's eleven o'clock, and a morning is wasted.

Neil nodded, he wiped a few cheeks with force, first pushed Fu Jin beside him, Fu Jin also sat up consciously, and then he moved towards Ah, who was lying on the bed where Hugo had slept. Fang Suo walked over, and finally stepped on Pedro's buttocks lying on the floor. Pedro's cry broke through the sky, which suddenly made everyone awake a lot.

A group of big boys got up in the morning and cleaned up very quickly. After everyone washed up and changed their clothes, it was less than 10:30, and everyone still had time to stop to buy sandwiches and coffee for breakfast, and then walk through Brooklyn The bridge, towards the middle. Depart from the recording studio in the city.

Although it is said to start preparing the album today, in fact, the main task today is not to start recording, but to have the first meeting with the producer assigned by EMI Records. It is not enough for the two parties to simply get to know each other. For the idea of ​​the album, Hugo and others can also show the track list discussed within the band, so that the producer can listen to the master tape, and have a basic idea framework for the setting of the entire album. After the communication is completed, the direction can be unified. Start making an album.

Compared to the recording itself, the preparatory work was not sloppy at all.

Moreover, today is a meeting with the producers of EMI Records. Although EMI has given enough freedom to die of glory, it is unpredictable what contradictions and sparks will arise when entering the real album production process. Therefore, the band members should be half expectant and half nervous.

"Henry, do you know who the producer is today?" Pedro still couldn't help being curious and asked a question.

Henry was in the passenger seat and looked back at the small window between the driver's seat and the trunk, "Don't get your hopes up, it can't be a big-name producer."