After more than seven hours of travel, the bus finally arrived at the end of the trip in the evening.

After getting off the car, Simon stood on the street and looked around. Although he had never been here, based on the information in his mind, he quickly confirmed that this place should be located in downtown Burbank in the San Fernando Valley in northwest Los Angeles County, and he had to climb over the Santa Monica Mountain to the south from his ideal destination.

On the other side of the mountain is Hollywood, a real geographical Hollywood.

In the 1980s, although many Hollywood film studios had begun to migrate to the surrounding areas, more production companies, distribution companies, brokerage companies, etc. related to the film industry were still gathered on the world-famous streets in downtown Hollywood.

Catherine got out of the car after Simon, and stood on the side of the road and looked around. She agreed to pick up her friends before she arrived, so she looked at Simon next to her again.

I thought it would be a very boring journey because of the appearance of this big boy. After exchanging the scripts, the two of them talked about a lot of topics with relish during the rest of the itinerary.

Although he is much younger than himself, Katherine even feels that he is a fledgling little girl in front of him.

It's hard to imagine how this big boy had accumulated so much knowledge. Whether it was movies, music, or even her professional painting, or many other topics, he could handle it freely and talk freely. The few hours of getting along even made her feel that she benefited a lot.

As she was about to part, Catherine suddenly realized that apart from her name and the fact that she came to Los Angeles this time, she knew almost nothing about Simon's other information, but she was unconsciously guided and revealed a lot of things, such as she grew up in San Francisco and went back to visit her parents. She was living in Soho, Manhattan, and why was she interested in movies and wanted to be a director?

It would be terrible if he did it on purpose.

However, if she thought about it carefully, she didn't seem to ask these questions, and many of his topics were overwhelmed by her.

Simon looked at the surroundings and turned his head to look at Catherine. Seeing that the woman happened to look at him, he nodded and smiled at her.

Along the way, Simon found that there was a very strong contrast between Catherine's personality and her film style. The characters in the woman's images often kill people without any scruples and swear words, living unscrupulously, but Catherine's personality in life is very quiet, speaking softly to people, and even appear shy.

Of course, Simon didn't feel too strange. This strong personality conflict that was almost schizophrenia between real life and personal works was very common among various groups of artists.

Thinking of this, Simon asked the woman, "Catherine, isn't anyone here to pick you up?"

"Yes, but I haven't come here yet," Catherine had not yet prepared what she wanted to say, and when she heard Simon speak first, she had to shake her head and ask back, "Where are you?"

Simon shrugged: "I thought we could buy a car and get a ride."

"I live in Malibu," Catherine raised her hand and pointed westward, saying, "Where are you going? If you go along, I can take you there later."

"Malibu, that's a good city," Simon smiled and said, "How about you consider taking me in, cooking, washing clothes, cleaning, all of which I can do, just keep food and accommodation."

Catherine glared at Simon gently, as if she was contempt for his desire to eat soft food, but then she explained seriously: "I also live with my friend, but I don't have the right to take you in."

Simon smiled, of course he was just a joke, and even if Catherine really agreed, he would refuse.

It’s not because he couldn’t eat Catherine’s “soft rice”, but because he had a deep-rooted resistance to living in other people’s homes, and he was more accustomed to living in his own house.

Of course, this kind of thing may not be realized for a long time in the future.

However, when Simon heard Catherine say she was living in a friend's house, she suddenly remembered.

friend?

Could it be James Cameron?

In the original time and space, Catherine and Cameron were once husband and wife. This incident was still very popular when "Bomb Demolition Force" won the Oscar. "Bomb Demolition Force" vs. "Avatar", ex-wife vs. ex-husband.

After searching for the information in his mind, Simon quickly rejected the guess.

Cameron's current wife is Gale Anne Hurd, the producer of "Terminator", and is also Cameron's man. The two just got married last year. Although Cameron is not a stable man, they should not divorce until three or four years later.

Catherine naturally didn't know what Simon was thinking, and after explaining, she said, "Simon, since you don't know someone in Los Angeles and plan to become a screenwriter, then you should need an agent, right? Maybe I can help."

Although Simon had some of his own plans, he heard Catherine's words and said seriously, "Is that OK? I mean, if it's not trouble?"

"Of course it's not trouble," Catherine shook her head and said, "But I can only recommend you. Whether you can convince the other party to become your agent needs to work hard on your own. WMA, do you know? That's a very good brokerage company."

WMA (William-Morris-Agency), William Morris Agency, Simon naturally knew that this talent agency, which was established since the end of the 19th century, is still the largest brokerage company in Hollywood.

Of course, according to the information Simon knows, the current situation of WMA is definitely not good, but a lean camel is bigger than a horse. What's more, WMA's elephant, which is still far away from being thin, can crush a large area of ​​camels to death. If you can enter such an agency, Simon will definitely avoid a big detour.

After all, although many Hollywood stars always claim that they suddenly meet an agent while shopping, eating and walking, they seem to have become successful since then.

But don't doubt that 99% of these gossips are deceptive. If you don't believe it, just open the IMDB page of a certain star and look at how many years the other party has experienced from the first time participating in the work to the popularity of the representative work, and you will know how tortuous their path to becoming famous is.

Although there are opportunities and resources that others cannot match, Simon had already planned to stay in Hollywood for three to five years. He is only 18 years old this year and does not lack time.

Of course, at this time, Catherine could give him some help within his ability, and Simon would never be so pretentious that he refused.

The two walked to a nearby coin-operated telephone booth together. Catherine found a phone book from her luggage and flipped through it for a while before dialing the phone.

Simon stood beside him and waited patiently.

Catherine talked to the other side for a while, then covered her microphone and turned around and asked softly: "Simon, how do you fight for your 'Westero'?"

Simon immediately spelled his last name: "W-e-s-t-e-r-o-s."

Catherine nodded, turned back, and talked for more than a minute before hanging up the phone.

"Fortunately, Mr. Friedman is still in the office. I forgot that he has already got off work now, but WMA has been a little messy recently, so it's not surprising that he has worked overtime." Catherine said embarrassedly, finding the pen booth to write something on his phone book, then tearing it off and handing it to Simon, and reminding him: "At 4 o'clock tomorrow afternoon, William Morris's headquarters, you must not be late. Then tell them that you have made an appointment at the front desk and someone will take you there. If it really doesn't work, you can make this call."

Simon nodded, took the note and looked at it.

The top is a name, Jonathan Friedman, apparently Mr. Friedman as Katherine just mentioned. Then there is 150 Camino Street, Beverly Hills, which should be the WMA headquarters address. Finally, there is a string of phone numbers.

Putting the note in my wallet and watching the woman lift her bag, Simon suddenly remembered again and said, "Catherine, where are you? I mean, if I don't do well, I'll starve to death on the streets, you must know how to ask you for help?"

When Katherine heard Simon say this, she gave him a light look, and took out the phone book again to start writing, but she joked: "If you have hands and feet, you can starve to death on the street, I won't care."

As the two were talking, a few loud car whistles suddenly sounded on the side of the road. A burgundy Ford sedan stopped. The woman in the driver's seat could not wait to poke her head out of the car window and said to the two: "Kate, I'll catch you. Hey, little boy, get in the car quickly. Don't talk to the big sister on the side of the road, you will be dragged into the alley and eaten."

Catherine handed over the written contact information to Simon, and said helplessly to the woman in the car: "Jenny, you are late again."

"Maybe I shouldn't have come, I must have disturbed you, right?" The woman named Jenny pushed open the car door, walked over with a smile, and reached out to Simon and said, "Janet Johnston, little boy, what's your name?"

Simon looked at the woman in front of her, wearing a pink tight T-shirt with a string of floral English letters and high-waisted jeans, and fluffy blonde hair in the shawl. Although she was not as beautiful as Catherine, her figure looked quite tall and orderly after wearing high heels. Her well-maintained appearance also made people unable to tell her age.

However, Simon clearly felt that this woman's personality was a bit crazy.

What's more, is it really good to drive high heels?

Thinking of this in my heart, Simon shook hands with the other party politely and introduced himself: "Simon Westeros."

"Strange last name," Janet Johnston muttered, then looked Simon up and down, with a very satisfied expression, then turned to Catherine and said, "Then, Kate, let's take him home!"

Catherine put her luggage in the back seat of the roadside car and walked over and said, "Jenny, stop kidding, let's go."

Janet obviously didn't plan to let the two go easily, and reached out to hold Catherine's arm to prevent her from walking away, but stared at Simon and said curiously: "Little boy, it seems that you just arrived in Los Angeles and came with Kate? Well, I guess, your home is also in San Francisco, right? Which city is from? I asked for Kate?"

Seeing that Catherine was also somewhat curious, Simon thought about it and said, "Probably, San Jose."

Janet glanced at Simon with dissatisfaction, dragged his voice and said, "It's really interesting, maybe."

Simon shrugged and downplayed: "I don't have a home, I just grew up in San Jose."

"How could someone have no home?" Janet, with thick lines, didn't react for a moment, ignored Catherine's little movement pulling her arm, and asked, "Then where did you live before you came to Los Angeles?"
Chapter completed!