Hollywood (我就是好莱坞) Part I

CHAPTER 57 - OUT OF CONTROL

Workaholics usually didn't take into account the changes in temperature when they traveled. Eric and Kapoor were as such, and the end result could be well imagined.

After buying two tickets for New York, the two men each packed a simple suitcase, boarded the flight in a hurry and landed at 7:00 pm. They had just stepped out of the plane that hey shivered in their thin coats as they were greeted by the freezing and blowing cold air, the warmth of L.A nowhere to be found.

"It seems we need personal assistants." Eric stated as he came out from clothes store after buying a suitable windproof jacket.

Kapoor quipped with envy: "Speak for yourself, UTA is still small-scale, I can't afford to hire one yet."

"Don't worry, things will turn around soon."

Kapoor simply smiled, he asked: "Are you going to the hotel with me, or will you go look for that girlfriend..."

"I haven't seen Jenny* in so many days, so I'm going to see her first. The phone number I've given you on the plane is the one to her place if you need me. Contact Al Pacino and set up a meeting as soon as possible."

"Alright." Kapoor shrugged: "I just hope you won't be driven out, judging by what you told me about her, you probably will."

"Ha ha, you don't need to worry about that."

.....

Eric was sitting in a cab in Manhattan, on his way to the address that Drew gave him. He went around in circles for a long time before finally finding the apartment Jenny lived in. Coming to the door holding a bouquet of roses, he tidied his clothes before ringing the doorbell. He waited to no avail, and knocked several time before asserting that the girl wasn't back yet.

Looking around a bit, he found a big pot next to the door and smiled; it seemed like Jenny's habit hadn't changed, the girl always like to stash a spare key outside her door. Eric had once told her that it was dangerous and not safe, but the lass had just refused to acknowledge this and kept arguing his point of view.

Opening the door with the new found key, Eric went inside carrying his luggage. He turned on the lights and was faced with a cozy and warm design arrangement, the familiar scent of the girl still lingering in the air. Taking a deep breath, Eric wished she was in front of him already, he couldn't wait to take her in his arms and fondle her as he pleased.

Having gone five to six hours without eating, Eric's belly was empty as he opened the refrigerator and decided he would cook dinner for Aniston and himself. Putting on an apron, he took out some ingredients and busied himself.

Twenty minutes later, the clinking of a key was heard when Eric was putting the finishing touches on his dish. The youth hurriedly went past the living room, picked up the bouquet of flowers and hid behind the door.

The door opened, Eric had put on a smile and was about to speak, when the three people froze.

Yes, three people. Eric, Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt as well....

"Eric, how are you.... here ?" After a few seconds of awkward silence, Aniston was the first to stammer. She couldn't help but loudly wail internally: Great ! Eric was sure to misunderstand.

Eric gave the bouquet to Jenny, and turned to face Brad Pitt with a slight smile, his eyes completely devoid of emotions.

"Hello, Mr. Pitt, we meet again."

"Hello, Mr. Williams...." Brad Pitt held out his hand, only to find out that Eric had no intention to shake it, and took it back, embarrassed.

Although they had only met during the 17 Again auditions, with Eric's sudden rise to fame, it would be hard for Brad Pitt to have forgotten about him.