The kind-hearted Spanish elderly man when checking in had already given Simon great convenience. If he left that hotel, Simon would find it difficult to find a second better place to stay in a short period of time.

After thinking about it, Simon found Roger Griffin after handing over the shift in the afternoon to discuss whether he could pay a week's salary in advance.

The convenience store owner who has the potential to be a weekly piping did not refuse at all, but said that everyone in the store will only settle the salary once a week. Simon only worked for three days this week. If he had to settle the salary in advance, he would only get three days of salary this week.

Simon did not plan to moan his teeth for dozens of dollars and Roger Griffin, and agreed readily. The three-day salary included the remaining in his pocket, which was enough. As for a time difference next week, Simon also planned to find another temporary part-time job with more flexible settlement.

Then, Simon's simply made the middle-aged fat man who was not too bad feel embarrassed and he still had a conscience to raise an integer for him and paid $100.

Leaving the convenience store, Simon walked for more than 20 minutes and returned to the hotel where he lived.

This is a typical 'concave' layout motel, with a white two-story wooden building with a total of more than ten rooms, and several cars parked in the yard.

The sunshine in Los Angeles in the afternoon is just right.

When Simon walked into the yard, he saw Diago Salcardo, the hotel owner who was in his spare time, sitting under the eaves of the corridor, playing and singing, which seemed very enjoyable.

In Simon's former concept, guitar was basically a musical instrument for young people. He played it for a while in college and never touched it again after work. But in the eyes of Westerners who are part of life, there is obviously no such conceptual constraint.

Find a chair and sit down next to the old Spanish man, Simon listened quietly for a while.

The old man is playing an old song by Elvis "Blue-Suede-Shoes".

If you don’t consider the strong Spanish accent when humming, the old man’s guitar skills are barely able to listen.

Simon felt a little surprised when he made this evaluation in his heart.

His guitar skills were only simple to use "You, the Deskmate", and they were definitely far from that of the Spanish old man. Although the old-school tune of "Blue-Suede-Shoes" was not in line with Simon's taste, it is undeniable that the song is still very difficult to play.

However, after a little thought, Simon understood.

In the other twelve memories, there is still a top Hollywood musician. The entry-level instrument of guitar is naturally easy to grasp. Moreover, there are also guitar enthusiasts in other versatile Hollywood elites.

The old man finished singing a song leisurely before turning to Simon and asked directly in Spanish: "Why did you come back so early today?"

Simon did not answer, but just smiled and took out the purse, took out the $100 bill from it and handed it to the old man, and replied in Spanish: "Diago, this is my room money last week, and I also want to thank you for your care during this period."

The old man nodded, took the money, but glanced at Simon's wallet again, teasing with concern, and said, "Without this $100, you will soon be hungry, right?"

"That won't be," Simon shook his head and smiled. "I found that there is a church nearby, and I should be able to get some food stamps."

When the old man heard Simon's thoughts, he laughed and said, "I like young people like you who are content with things, but it's too impolite to do this. Now, will the guitar be?"

Simon was a little confused when he saw the old man handing over the guitar, but he still held it in his arms. He almost subconsciously re-debuged the strings, and then began to twisp it. It was still the song "Blue-Suede-Shoes" that the old man had just played.

As soon as the tune started, the hotel owner couldn't help but want to shake his head. The boy obviously had a little guitar, but he was very awkward.

However, seeing Simon's concentration look, the old man did not interrupt.

Then, the old Spanish man witnessed a little miracle that made him a little stunned.

In just ten minutes, Simon's playing changed from arguably to skillfulness at a jaw-dropping speed. The old man is also amateur level in guitar, so it is difficult for him to describe Simon's guitar level in detail.

However, the old man deeply realized that if Simon's playing level was still one street behind him ten minutes ago, then after just ten minutes, the young man's guitar level had surpassed his ten streets, and he even had some points to enter the room.

When Simon stopped playing, the old Spanish man immediately asked, "Child, have you learned guitar before?"

Simon nodded. He was also very surprised by his performance just now, and could only explain to the old man vaguely: "I haven't touched it for many years."

The Spanish old man obviously could not understand what Simon's concept was, but he finally found a reason for his surprise.

"So that's the case," the old Spanish man picked up his guitar and put it in the next guitar case, but handed it back to Simon, saying: "Give me your backpack and take this to the beach. It's the peak tourist season now, and I want to play there for a few hours at your level, and the next few days of meals will be enough."

Simon was just stunned for a moment, and readily handed over the backpack that had been inseparable from him these days, took the piano case and carried it on his shoulder, and smiled at the old man with some greedness: "Diago, I have lent me all the guitars of Gibson, and I can use the car for me. From here to the beach, it's going to be dark."

"You little guy," the old man shook his head, took out the key and handed it to Simon, but he deliberately said in a very philanthropic tone: "Don't forget to come on."

Los Angeles, with a long coastline, has many well-known beaches, and the most lively one is undoubtedly Venice Beach, which is adjacent to Santa Monica Beach.

Venice Beach looks even more lively in summer.

In addition to countless tourists from all over the world, the pedestrian streets of Venice Beach also bring together various groups of street artists, artists, painters, cyclists, roller skating enthusiasts, etc., making the entire beach like a lively carnival.

Simon arrived at Venice Beach after driving for more than ten minutes. He spent two dollars to save his car in the paid parking lot, and then walked onto the famous pedestrian street on the beach with a guitar on his back.

After a while, Simon stopped at an intersection on the street with pretty good traffic.

Putting the piano case at his feet and holding the guitar to reconfirm his feel. Simon randomly selected a song by Elton John's "Rocket-man" from his memory and began to sing.

With the precipitation of his two lives, Simon did not feel embarrassed about singing on the street. He felt that it would be even more embarrassing if a big man could not support him.

The superb guitar level that was suddenly stimulated unknowingly attracted the attention of passers-by. Although Simon, who was used to concentration, rarely interacted with people around him, there were always tourists gathered around him, listening to a song for a while, putting down some change, and then leaving.

The sunset began to fall to the sea level without realizing it, and orange-red light projected from behind Simon, dragging his shadow longer and longer.

From four o'clock to now, it took nearly three hours, Simon didn't feel very tired.

Looking at the piano case with a thick layer of coins under his feet, Simon felt that he might not have to find a second part-time job, so that he could spend his time on other things.

Thinking of this, just as I was about to finish singing the last song, and then finish the work, a hand above the piano case reached out from the side.

A very beautiful hand, slender, and covered with fiery red nail polish.

Obviously a woman's hand.

These thoughts flashed through Simon's mind, and when he lowered his eyes, he found that the beautiful woman's hand seemed to have no intention of putting money into the piano box, but instead reached towards the only $10 bill.

This is too much.

So Simon raised his right foot and gently stepped on the hand that wanted to "do evil".

The owner of the hand seemed to have not expected Simon's actions, and Simon did not expect that the hand would not dodge. So, it was not until Simon's right foot fell that an exaggerated female voice came from beside him.

"Oh, little boy, how can you step on someone else? It's so hateful!"

Simon had no choice but to hold the strings, retract his feet, and turned his head to look to the side.

Janet Johnston, who was squatting next to the piano case, was staring at himself with accusation, without any awareness of being caught.

Katherine Bigelow stood next to his friend, with a helpless expression and apologized to Simon.

Simon ignored the crazy woman who was still squatting on the ground and looked at Catherine happily. He called Catherine once after meeting with Jonathan Friedman last week, but unfortunately no one answered the call and had to leave a message.

Unexpectedly, I would have an unexpected encounter at this time.

Today, Katherine still wears shirts and trousers, and looks very capable.

Simon looked up and down the woman and said, "What a coincidence, Catherine, why are you here?"

Although the boy's eyes were not aggressive, Catherine still felt a little unnatural, and she dodged Simon's gaze slightly and said, "Jenny's studio is here. I attended a production meeting in Beverly in the afternoon and came back to Malibu with Jenny."

Simon nodded and said, "So, is it "Blood Corpse Night"? How are the preparations?"

"The casting is about to end, but there are some problems with the production company's funds, and it may be a few months later," Catherine said, and said again, "I saw your message. Also, Mr. Friedman called me, and he was very optimistic about you, but was very surprised by your age."

Simon smiled, glanced at the watch, and said to Catherine: "Thank you for this matter yet. Since you have encountered it, please treat you to a meal?"
Chapter completed!