"Oh, my God, I only forgot about Jefferson in the four portraits of President Hill, and Miss Green asked me to sing a song in the classroom. It was so unfair that no one else could say it." Angela grumbled to Jessica in the last row of the school bus.
"That's because you're very distinguished and noticeable." Jessica hid her mouth and laughed.
"Jesse! Are you comforting me or satirizing me? " Angela shook her fist angrily.
Jessica immediately put on a resentful look and said angrily, "I'm telling the truth, your Highness. How can your prince find you if you don't stand out?"
"You're still acting! I asked you to act! " Angela tried to squeeze Jessica's face with her teeth and claws, while Jessica giggled and dodged, and the two girls got into a playful fight again.
After playing for a while, they stopped. Angela suddenly looked at Jessica and sighed. A little puzzled, Jessica reached out and shook her hand in front of her: "Hey, Angie, what's the matter with you?"
"Nothing," Angela said sadly, shaking her head. "it's just that I'm graduating this year, and you're going to drama school next year, and we may not get a chance to take the school bus together again."
"Oh, my God, you think too much. I didn't move out. Even if we don't see each other, we can still play together on weekends." Jessica is a little baffled. She doesn't have the sentimentality of a forty-year-old man.
"All right, let's not talk about that," Angela shrugged, changed the subject and rolled her hands into a microphone in front of Jessica. "so, Miss Jessica Alba, how do you feel about winning an Oscar for best actress this time?"
When it comes to acting, Jessica always has a lot to say, which gives Angela time to be sentimental. She felt something just now, not only because she was "old", but also because she was the only bosom friend of her age. The life of sticky beans and sticky beans over the past few years made her feel that if she could not see Jessica one day, she would feel that there was something missing in her life. the reason why so heartfelt, the former life of Jessica Alba sister's love also play a role in pushing, do not have to worry about certain things, she does not have the tools of the crime, after all.
"Hey, Angie! You're distracted again! " Jessica waved in front of her again and shouted disgruntled.
"What? Oh, I'm sorry," Angela smiled hurriedly. "So, Miss Alba, please continue your acceptance speech."
"Didn't you hear anything just now?" Jessica folded her arms and looked at her with her head tilted.
"Oh, come on, honey, you know sometimes I get distracted easily." Angela stuck out her little tongue.
Jessica sighed, put her arms around her on the back of the front row, raised her little head and gently said, "You know, Angie, I really don't have any extravagant expectations about winning awards, I just want to perform, perform for everyone to see, whether it's a TV show, a movie, a drama or a stage play, as long as I can be given a stage to show myself, to let my ideals blossom, I'm very satisfied. ."
Angela looked at her lovely side face, her heart could not help but turn the waves, of course, she knew Jessica's future achievements, although film critics pay more attention to her beautiful appearance, but no one can deny her efforts for her ideal. Now listen to her talk about her dream, looking at her longing eyes full of persistence, there is no reason to have an impulse, as if the current flowed all over the body. It made her a little irritable and excited.
"I'll tell you what, Jessica, when you're a little famous, I'll write a screenplay to fit you!" Angela leaned over to her, gazed at her and said earnestly.
Jessica was slightly stupefied, then smiled and said, "Why, are you going to film school?"
"I'm serious!" Angela was a little upset and said in a low voice, "You know, Disney's touchstone Pictures sent someone to my house yesterday to tell me that they had taken a fancy to one of my animated scripts and a movie script and were going to buy it."
"What?" Jessica looked at her in surprise, her eyes wide open and her mouth almost O-shaped. "Really?"
"If you don't believe it, you'll know when the movies and cartoons come out." Angela was dissatisfied with Jessica's suspicions and raised her chest angrily like a proud peacock.
At this time, the school bus turned a street and was near Brenkett Street. The little girl grabbed her schoolbag and ran to the door. Before leaving, she did not forget to turn around and make a face at Jessica.
"Hey, Angie, is what you just said true?" Jessica leaned over the window and shouted to Angela as she got out of the car.
"I already told you! Whether or not to believe in your own decision! " Angela made a face again, and without waiting for her to shout again, she ran for a few meters before she stopped. looking back, the school bus had already left.
"Damn it, Jesse, you don't believe me!" Angela muttered, walking home angrily, completely forgetting what her parents didn't believe yesterday.
At the door, Jennifer waited for her with milk as usual after she rang the doorbell.
"Little one, how was school today?" The housekeeper asked with a smile.
"Unfortunately, I forgot there was Jefferson on the president's hill." The little girl drank it in one breath and shrugged her shoulders.
"it's wonderful that you didn't call him Mr. Rushmore." Jennifer joked, and then said, "Chris, Mrs. Meyers is here to see you."
"Mrs. Meyers? How long have you been here? " Angela brightened her eyes and asked hurriedly.
"Probably. Has it been half an hour? " Jennifer thought for a moment and replied.
"What can I do for her?" The little girl pinched her chin. "if you decide to buy two of my plays and you need to talk about the price, you should talk to your parents. Why do you want to talk to me?"
"You'll know when you go in." Jennifer said with a smile.
"Oh, my God, there you go again, knowing it but not telling me." Angela rolled her eyes and walked in a little gloomy.
Like yesterday, Mom Elena and Nancy were sitting on the sofa in the living room, but the atmosphere between them was a little strange.
"Hi, Mom, I'm back." Although confused, Angela said politely, "Hello, Mrs. Meyers."
"Hello, Angela. I'm glad to see you again. You can call me Nancy." Nancy answered with a smile.
"Chris, will you put down your bag and come into the living room? Nancy has something she wants to talk to you alone." Elena glanced at Nancy and said, the strange atmosphere became more and more obvious.
The little guy didn't understand what was going on, but it didn't stop her from playing a little trick. She scratched her head, then looked at her mother and smiled and said, "If it's just a conversation alone, it can be done in my room."
Elena frowned slightly, then showed a smile at the corner of her mouth, nodded and agreed: "OK, no problem."
Angela stuck out her tongue and greeted Nancy with her schoolbag. Nancy smiled and followed her upstairs to her bedroom. As soon as he entered the door, the little guy was relieved and looked at the corridor from time to time, looking very cute.
"It seems that you are afraid of your mother." Nancy beside her joked.
"it's not fear, it's love," Angela said solemnly. "there is a Chinese saying called 'fear of love'. It is precisely because I love her that I am afraid of her, that I am afraid of her, that I am afraid of getting into trouble and that she is unhappy, although it is often used between men and women. But I think it can also be described in the same way between children and parents."
"one, two, two?" Nancy frowned and forced to speak, then asked in surprise, "do you still speak Chinese?"
"Oh, I can speak English, Chinese, French and a little Swedish and Greek." Angela smiled and shrugged, then remembered something and hurriedly moved the stool in front of the dresser: "I'm sorry, please have a seat."
As soon as Nancy sat down, she said, please wait a moment and run out, which makes her laugh and shake her head, but she also likes the little guy more. I didn't expect that this talented girl has a gift for language. She looked up at Angela's bedroom, which was large but tidy and seemed to be tidied up a lot, and it could be seen from the display of some small things that she had started to clean her room-she certainly didn't know that the little girl had been forced by her mother to clean her room since she was a child. how painful it was to be an otaku who used to be lazy and lazy, but of course she was tortured out at last.
At this time, Nancy's eyes fell on the piano near the balcony, and there were many instruments beside the piano, such as violin, guitar, piccolo and so on, and many of them she could not name. On the opposite side of the piano is a lifting table, on which paper and many paintbrushes are neatly stacked-- they are not crayons for children's graffiti, but real carbon pencils for sketches, pencils for comics, and so on. I believe that the concept map of the Lion King was created here!
All this surprised Nancy all the more. If Angela is really so versatile, what kind of surprise can she give people?
"Thank you for waiting." Angela came back with a plate with teapots and cups and her own juice in it.
"Thank you very much." Nancy took the cup and pointed to the instruments. "I can see that you like music very much."
"Yes, but learning to play a musical instrument is a coincidence." The little girl smiled and replied, "When I was a child, the doctor said I had ADHD, so I had to do something to concentrate, so I chose to learn painting and musical instruments. I didn't feel it at first, but later I became more and more fascinated." as a result, people from the National Children's Association were brought in. "
"Why?" Nancy asked inexplicably.
"Because I practiced all day, some people thought my parents were abusing their kid and called the association." Angela shrugged.
Nancy couldn't help laughing. "You're really cute, Angela."
"Thank you." The little guy rolled his eyes secretly, and she always felt creepy every time she was praised by strangers. It seemed that she still didn't fully adapt to the girl.
"Oh, no," she suddenly patted herself on the head. "I'm going to talk about something else, so, Nancy, what can I do for you?"
Nancy stopped smiling and stared at Angela for a moment before saying solemnly, "Angela, may I invite you to appear in 'Parent Trap'?"
"Oh, my God, I only forgot about Jefferson in the four portraits of President Hill, and Miss Green asked me to sing a song in the classroom. It was so unfair that no one else could say it." Angela grumbled to Jessica in the last row of the school bus.
"That's because you're very distinguished and noticeable." Jessica hid her mouth and laughed.
"Jesse! Are you comforting me or satirizing me? " Angela shook her fist angrily.
Jessica immediately put on a resentful look and said angrily, "I'm telling the truth, your Highness. How can your prince find you if you don't stand out?"
"You're still acting! I asked you to act! " Angela tried to squeeze Jessica's face with her teeth and claws, while Jessica giggled and dodged, and the two girls got into a playful fight again.
After playing for a while, they stopped. Angela suddenly looked at Jessica and sighed. A little puzzled, Jessica reached out and shook her hand in front of her: "Hey, Angie, what's the matter with you?"
"Nothing," Angela said sadly, shaking her head. "it's just that I'm graduating this year, and you're going to drama school next year, and we may not get a chance to take the school bus together again."
"Oh, my God, you think too much. I didn't move out. Even if we don't see each other, we can still play together on weekends." Jessica is a little baffled. She doesn't have the sentimentality of a forty-year-old man.
"All right, let's not talk about that," Angela shrugged, changed the subject and rolled her hands into a microphone in front of Jessica. "so, Miss Jessica Alba, how do you feel about winning an Oscar for best actress this time?"
When it comes to acting, Jessica always has a lot to say, which gives Angela time to be sentimental. She felt something just now, not only because she was "old", but also because she was the only bosom friend of her age. The life of sticky beans and sticky beans over the past few years made her feel that if she could not see Jessica one day, she would feel that there was something missing in her life. the reason why so heartfelt, the former life of Jessica Alba sister's love also play a role in pushing, do not have to worry about certain things, she does not have the tools of the crime, after all.
"Hey, Angie! You're distracted again! " Jessica waved in front of her again and shouted disgruntled.
"What? Oh, I'm sorry," Angela smiled hurriedly. "So, Miss Alba, please continue your acceptance speech."
"Didn't you hear anything just now?" Jessica folded her arms and looked at her with her head tilted.
"Oh, come on, honey, you know sometimes I get distracted easily." Angela stuck out her little tongue.
Jessica sighed, put her arms around her on the back of the front row, raised her little head and gently said, "You know, Angie, I really don't have any extravagant expectations about winning awards, I just want to perform, perform for everyone to see, whether it's a TV show, a movie, a drama or a stage play, as long as I can be given a stage to show myself, to let my ideals blossom, I'm very satisfied. ."
Angela looked at her lovely side face, her heart could not help but turn the waves, of course, she knew Jessica's future achievements, although film critics pay more attention to her beautiful appearance, but no one can deny her efforts for her ideal. Now listen to her talk about her dream, looking at her longing eyes full of persistence, there is no reason to have an impulse, as if the current flowed all over the body. It made her a little irritable and excited.
"I'll tell you what, Jessica, when you're a little famous, I'll write a screenplay to fit you!" Angela leaned over to her, gazed at her and said earnestly.
Jessica was slightly stupefied, then smiled and said, "Why, are you going to film school?"
"I'm serious!" Angela was a little upset and said in a low voice, "You know, Disney's touchstone Pictures sent someone to my house yesterday to tell me that they had taken a fancy to one of my animated scripts and a movie script and were going to buy it."
"What?" Jessica looked at her in surprise, her eyes wide open and her mouth almost O-shaped. "Really?"
"If you don't believe it, you'll know when the movies and cartoons come out." Angela was dissatisfied with Jessica's suspicions and raised her chest angrily like a proud peacock.
At this time, the school bus turned a street and was near Brenkett Street. The little girl grabbed her schoolbag and ran to the door. Before leaving, she did not forget to turn around and make a face at Jessica.
"Hey, Angie, is what you just said true?" Jessica leaned over the window and shouted to Angela as she got out of the car.
"I already told you! Whether or not to believe in your own decision! " Angela made a face again, and without waiting for her to shout again, she ran for a few meters before she stopped. looking back, the school bus had already left.
"Damn it, Jesse, you don't believe me!" Angela muttered, walking home angrily, completely forgetting what her parents didn't believe yesterday.
At the door, Jennifer waited for her with milk as usual after she rang the doorbell.
"Little one, how was school today?" The housekeeper asked with a smile.
"Unfortunately, I forgot there was Jefferson on the president's hill." The little girl drank it in one breath and shrugged her shoulders.
"it's wonderful that you didn't call him Mr. Rushmore." Jennifer joked, and then said, "Chris, Mrs. Meyers is here to see you."
"Mrs. Meyers? How long have you been here? " Angela brightened her eyes and asked hurriedly.
"Probably. Has it been half an hour? " Jennifer thought for a moment and replied.
"What can I do for her?" The little girl pinched her chin. "if you decide to buy two of my plays and you need to talk about the price, you should talk to your parents. Why do you want to talk to me?"
"You'll know when you go in." Jennifer said with a smile.
"Oh, my God, there you go again, knowing it but not telling me." Angela rolled her eyes and walked in a little gloomy.
Like yesterday, Mom Elena and Nancy were sitting on the sofa in the living room, but the atmosphere between them was a little strange.
"Hi, Mom, I'm back." Although confused, Angela said politely, "Hello, Mrs. Meyers."
"Hello, Angela. I'm glad to see you again. You can call me Nancy." Nancy answered with a smile.
"Chris, will you put down your bag and come into the living room? Nancy has something she wants to talk to you alone." Elena glanced at Nancy and said, the strange atmosphere became more and more obvious.
The little guy didn't understand what was going on, but it didn't stop her from playing a little trick. She scratched her head, then looked at her mother and smiled and said, "If it's just a conversation alone, it can be done in my room."
Elena frowned slightly, then showed a smile at the corner of her mouth, nodded and agreed: "OK, no problem."
Angela stuck out her tongue and greeted Nancy with her schoolbag. Nancy smiled and followed her upstairs to her bedroom. As soon as he entered the door, the little guy was relieved and looked at the corridor from time to time, looking very cute.
"It seems that you are afraid of your mother." Nancy beside her joked.
"it's not fear, it's love," Angela said solemnly. "there is a Chinese saying called 'fear of love'. It is precisely because I love her that I am afraid of her, that I am afraid of her, that I am afraid of getting into trouble and that she is unhappy, although it is often used between men and women. But I think it can also be described in the same way between children and parents."
"one, two, two?" Nancy frowned and forced to speak, then asked in surprise, "do you still speak Chinese?"
"Oh, I can speak English, Chinese, French and a little Swedish and Greek." Angela smiled and shrugged, then remembered something and hurriedly moved the stool in front of the dresser: "I'm sorry, please have a seat."
As soon as Nancy sat down, she said, please wait a moment and run out, which makes her laugh and shake her head, but she also likes the little guy more. I didn't expect that this talented girl has a gift for language. She looked up at Angela's bedroom, which was large but tidy and seemed to be tidied up a lot, and it could be seen from the display of some small things that she had started to clean her room-she certainly didn't know that the little girl had been forced by her mother to clean her room since she was a child. how painful it was to be an otaku who used to be lazy and lazy, but of course she was tortured out at last.
At this time, Nancy's eyes fell on the piano near the balcony, and there were many instruments beside the piano, such as violin, guitar, piccolo and so on, and many of them she could not name. On the opposite side of the piano is a lifting table, on which paper and many paintbrushes are neatly stacked-- they are not crayons for children's graffiti, but real carbon pencils for sketches, pencils for comics, and so on. I believe that the concept map of the Lion King was created here!
All this surprised Nancy all the more. If Angela is really so versatile, what kind of surprise can she give people?
"Thank you for waiting." Angela came back with a plate with teapots and cups and her own juice in it.
"Thank you very much." Nancy took the cup and pointed to the instruments. "I can see that you like music very much."
"Yes, but learning to play a musical instrument is a coincidence." The little girl smiled and replied, "When I was a child, the doctor said I had ADHD, so I had to do something to concentrate, so I chose to learn painting and musical instruments. I didn't feel it at first, but later I became more and more fascinated." as a result, people from the National Children's Association were brought in. "
"Why?" Nancy asked inexplicably.
"Because I practiced all day, some people thought my parents were abusing their kid and called the association." Angela shrugged.
Nancy couldn't help laughing. "You're really cute, Angela."
"Thank you." The little guy rolled his eyes secretly, and she always felt creepy every time she was praised by strangers. It seemed that she still didn't fully adapt to the girl.
"Oh, no," she suddenly patted herself on the head. "I'm going to talk about something else, so, Nancy, what can I do for you?"
Nancy stopped smiling and stared at Angela for a moment before saying solemnly, "Angela, may I invite you to appear in 'Parent Trap'?"
