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"Anya..." Leon repeated her name, asking tentatively, "You just said you were going to meet a friend, right?"
"That's right." Anya tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a little overwhelmed facing such a hot superstar.
"That's a pity. Until I met you, I thought this trip to London was terrible. I don't like boring Vlog shoots at all." Leon changed the subject. "Actually, my team is worried about finding a female lead. Your appearance just solved this problem."
"This Vlog will be posted on my Twitter homepage, personal YouTube channel, Billboard UK official channel, BBC One music program..."
Anya blinked her big eyes, not knowing what to say, regretting the excuse she just made up casually.
"This girl really won't make a move herself?" Leon was secretly anxious for Anya.
"May I ask your age?"
"15 years old..." Anya gently brushed away a few strands of blonde hair hanging on her forehead.
"No wonder..."
Anya fully displayed the girlish posture a girl of this age should have, which is completely different from American teenagers.
Especially in public schools, girls of this age have already learned to wear heavy smoky makeup and metal accessories to flaunt their personalities.
Striving to move closer to the adult world in both appearance and behavior.
The 2007 coming-of-age film Juno showed this social phenomenon. This film boldly focused on the theme of teenage precocity and caused huge controversy at the time.
Noticing her movements, Leon felt that this girl indeed had an indescribable special temperament in her gestures.
Like an introverted British classical girl, yet with a hint of Latin agility.
The image of Samantha in Ready Player One appeared in his mind again: smart, independent, and full of vitality.
Anya looked simply like Samantha walking out of the virtual world of the OASIS into reality.
"It seems today is my lucky day." Leon shrugged, his tone relaxed. "I was originally disappointed with the trip to London, but now it's finally getting interesting."
Just then, Bonnie walked over, holding two cups of Starbucks and handing one to Leon.
She glanced at Anya, a trace of curiosity flashing in her eyes. "See what I said? Just now you said you didn't want to stay in this foggy city for a second, and now it seems you've changed your mind. You've made a new friend."
"Oh, this is Miss Anya." Leon took the coffee and handed the other cup to Anya. "This is Bonnie, my personal assistant, and now the temporary director of this Vlog series."
"Hello, Miss Bonnie!" Anya tucked her hair and hurriedly extended her right hand.
During the handshake, Bonnie kept sizing up the girl in front of her with fox-like eyes.
She whispered in Leon's ear, "Honestly, I don't think this girl is your type at all."
Since Leon's debut, scandals have continued, leaving plenty of references for the media.
Beyoncé, Taylor, Kim Kardashian, Amber Heard, Megan Fox...
Except for Ariana, it is easy to find the commonality of these women: either long legs or perky butts, and all leaning towards the mature and sexy type.
The media inferred his taste from this—Street Jesus doesn't like eating vegetables.
"I plan to temporarily add Miss Anya to the cast list of this Vlog." Leon made no secret of it. Anya on the side covered her mouth in surprise when she heard it.
Although this is just a Vlog.
But for any 15-year-old girl, being invited by a world-renowned superstar is an irresistible temptation.
"You are the boss; you have the final say." Bonnie spread her hands.
"Would you like to join our Vlog shooting, Miss Anya?" Leon smiled, raised his wrist, and glanced at his watch. "I think your friend will understand why you missed the appointment."
He was indeed very optimistic about Anya's prospects.
But being optimistic is one thing; whether the other party can seize the opportunity is another.
Pick a restaurant near Hollywood with your eyes closed, and the waiters inside are all handsome men and beautiful women. Many people's images are not inferior to the protagonists on the big screen.
For an unreachable star dream, they rushed to Hollywood from all over the United States and even the world. Many people spent half their lives in mediocrity and couldn't even get a walk-on role with half a minute of screen time.
Anya's appearance conditions are outstanding, but whether she can become an excellent actress remains to be seen.
Shooting a Vlog is exactly equivalent to an audition. "Of course, I am very grateful to you for giving me this opportunity!" Anya looked down at her jeans and white sweater. "Do I need to prepare anything? I mean I went out in a hurry; should I put on some makeup or something?"
"No makeup needed; you are in the most perfect state now." Leon said, "The shooting will last about an hour, mainly recording my experiences in the UK. You act as a guide in this Vlog, understand?"
"Understood!" Anya nodded hurriedly, looking very naive.
"Smart girl." Leon reached into his suit pocket and took out a stack of 50-pound notes. "This is your remuneration for this shooting, 1000 pounds."
"No need, sir." Anya waved her hands repeatedly. "I am already very happy that you can give me this opportunity, and I am very worried that I will mess it up... You don't need to pay me any remuneration."
Leon frowned, looking at Bonnie, not knowing what to say.
Are there girls who don't love money in the birthplace of capitalism?
This is 1000 pounds, ten days' salary for a white-collar worker in London. This girl refused so easily?
The only reason Leon could think of was that the girl in front of him was not as simple as he thought, mostly operating on a "long line to catch big fish" basis.
"Alright~" Leon tilted his head and stuffed the banknotes back into his pocket.
When going over the script, he intentionally dug a little into Anya's background.
This girl was born in Miami, moved to Buenos Aires, Argentina as an infant, and moved to London with her parents at the age of six when she could only speak Spanish.
Her family is well-off. Her mother is a psychologist with Spanish and British descent, and her father is an international banker from Scotland.
Leon finally figured out why the other party refused his 1000-pound remuneration.
Bonnie had seen the clue long ago and teased, "I know you are not interested in luxury goods, but you should have seen that this girl is carrying a Hermes handbag, wearing a Tiffany necklace, and even her sweater is Burberry... A 15-year-old girl can own these; her family background is not hard to guess."
Listening to the list of luxury goods reported like a menu, Leon waved his hand. "Okay, I really know nothing about these..."
After briefly discussing the script, Bonnie reminded repeatedly: "Anya, don't worry, we are not shooting any formal MV, just a simple life record. You just need to behave naturally enough."
Anya's face turned slightly red. She bit her lower lip. "I'll try my best not to mess things up; hope everyone gives me some tolerance."
"Absolutely not." Leon grinned, wondering why she seemed so lacking in self-confidence.
This was not at all like the personality of a rich young lady.
"Guys, are you ready? We are adding a new character."
The photography team quickly adjusted the equipment, and Bonnie directed them to find a suitable angle.
The flow of people in front of Harrods was still endless. Tourists came and went, some stopped to take pictures, and some hurried on their way.
Leon and Anya stood in the center of the crowd. The two looked perfectly harmonious, like a real young British couple.
"You look amazing~"
Bonnie shouted, "Action!"
Leon turned around, posed casually to the camera, then looked at Anya. "It seems today is my lucky day. I just met a beautiful British girl—Anya. This girl will serve as my guide for the trip to the UK."
"Anya, do you want to say something to the audience?"
Anya was obviously a little nervous when the camera was aimed at her. She subconsciously tightened her hands and whispered, "Um... hello everyone, I am Anya Taylor-Joy. I am very happy to shoot this Vlog with Leon here. I grew up in London; this is an unparalleled great city."
After speaking, she looked up at Leon, as if seeking affirmation.
Leon held her shoulder from behind. "You did great."
The shooting continued. Leon took Anya for a walk in front of Harrods, stopping from time to time to take selfies at scenic spots like tourists.
Anya was a little reserved at first, but gradually, she began to relax and even took the initiative to ask a few questions: "Leon, have you been to London before?"
"This is my first time here, but I fell in love with this great city at first sight." Leon replied, "I like the atmosphere here, historical yet modern. As for what I like most... maybe afternoon tea, especially the kind with scones."
When saying these words, his face was calm and heart steady, just like a machine.
In fact, since landing in London, he hadn't eaten a decent meal. America, also a "food desert," is much more sober.
Knowing that they have no culinary heritage, they vigorously develop fast, delicious, and high-calorie fast food. In New York, you can easily find food from various countries around the world.
But the arrogance in the bones of the British does not allow them to do so.
They are still obsessed with vigorously developing their own cuisine, the so-called "British cuisine," and show a condescending attitude towards foreign dishes.
Anya laughed: "Scones? I thought you would say Fish and Chips."
"Fish and Chips is also good, but I've praised it enough when shooting lines just now." Leon teased, "If I praise it any more, the audience will think I took money from the British Tourist Authority."
Anya giggled. Her bright girlish posture made even the cameraman next to her unable to help but shoot for a few more seconds.
After the shooting ended, Bonnie came over to check the footage, nodding excitedly. "This looks amazing. Your state is obviously different from before. It seems you must have a girl by your side to perform perfectly."
Leon curved the corners of his mouth without responding, invited Anya into Harrods, and casually found a cafe to sit down.
He leaned back in his chair, lazily looking at Anya. "Your performance today was excellent. Are you interested in acting? I think you will become an outstanding actress in the future."
Judging from today's performance, although the other party was a little reserved at first, she could always get into the state quickly.
The girl's agility and shyness didn't need to be acted out at all; it always flowed out naturally in Anya.
Such an actress cannot find a flat replacement in Hollywood today. This face is tailor-made for horror films and campus youth films.
This was also agreed upon by James Wan and Leon. The current development direction of Apocalypse Pictures: invest more in low-budget movies to quickly accumulate capital and reputation in the film industry.
Light burst from Anya's eyes. She picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee. "Do you really think I can become an actress?"
"Of course." Leon said, "Have you seen the movie Straight Outta Compton? I am the producer and producer of this movie. I sincerely think you have great potential in this industry."
"No... but I've heard of this movie."
Anya suppressed her inner excitement. Although Straight Outta Compton was not released in the UK, as a white girl from a wealthy class, she was not very interested in a black movie.
But the box office results of this movie have long exploded on social media.
"Is it convenient to talk about your life?" Leon leaned back in his chair, playing with the ring on his hand. "I guess you are still a student?"
"Yes, sir."
"It's nothing. If you want, you can study while filming. This is normal in the film industry."
Leon could easily imagine that for a girl from a wealthy class to suddenly give up her studies to enter the entertainment industry, her parents would probably find it hard to accept.
Emma Watson, also a child star from the UK, entered the Harry Potter cast through an audition at the age of 11.
In the following ten years, she participated in the filming of eight Harry Potter movies, and from time to time had to accept interviews on BBC and attend various events in the film and television circle.
Although Leon hates hypocritical leftists, he has to admit that even if Emma is not exactly the top student admitted by Cambridge and Oxford at the same time as she claims, her cultural level is already top-notch in the entertainment industry.
"No... actually, I am preparing to give up my studies." Anya's eyes dodged, quickly picking up the coffee cup.
"Okay~" Leon shrugged, asking driven by curiosity, "Can I ask why?"
Anya hung her head, silent for tens of seconds before gathering the courage to say: "I don't get along very well with my classmates. I spent my childhood in Argentina. You must be able to hear that I have a strange accent."
"Not strange at all; your accent is cute."
"Really?"
"Of course." Leon told the truth. He thought Spanish was much sexier than plain English.
British arrogance spares not even language. They paranoidly believe that English is the most wonderful language in the world, especially British English.
Further distinguishing, even British English has a chain of contempt. An authentic London accent is a sign of high society.
Many British stars from northern towns have to practice the London accent hard even after becoming famous to gain recognition from high society.
Under a burst of encouragement, Anya was deeply moved, gathering courage to uncover the scar in her heart. "Thank you, Mr. Leon. Except for my parents, this is the first time someone has said these things to me... Besides language, my looks are also strange sometimes. They say I don't look like a typical British girl at all, my eye distance..."
She has four bloodlines: Spanish, British, Scottish, and Argentine. Her small mouth and small frame indeed do not look like a British girl at all.
Hearing this, Leon couldn't hold it back anymore. He stayed in the UK for two days. Few girls on the street had the big eyes promoted by the BBC; most people's looks were very ordinary.
He took off the gentleman disguise he had worn all day and couldn't help cursing, "Bullsht, I think those little bitches with smoky makeup are just jealous of you. Throw them to Hollywood, let alone washing dishes in restaurants, they can't even get a spot for streetwalking."
"Mr. Leon!" Anya covered her mouth in shock at such blunt and rude remarks.
Leon simply stopped pretending. "Sorry, if you know anything about me, you should know that I come from the dirtiest slum in New York. I speak a bit bluntly."
"It doesn't matter; I like your direct way of speaking." Light shone in Anya's eyes, a warmth surging in her heart.
This was the first time she had encountered a man who spoke like this, especially since the other party was a top superstar.
Just as the girl fell into fantasy, the vibration of the phone pulled her thoughts away. She picked up the phone in panic to reply to the message.
"My mom wants me to go home for dinner." Anya put down the phone and sighed softly. "Thank you very much for giving me the opportunity, but I must have a good talk with my mom and dad about this."
"It doesn't matter. Contact me anytime if you need my help." Leon extended his hand. "Give me your phone."
Anya was stunned slightly, but still handed over the phone.
Leon typed his number on the screen and dialed.
"If you have any trouble communicating with your parents, contact me anytime. I will have a good talk with them."
"Thank you very much!" Anya was so moved that she didn't know what to say, only repeating her thanks.
"Hollywood's doors are always open for you. You will shine there!" After speaking, Leon dropped a tip and turned to leave the cafe.
In the business van, Phil crossed his arms anxiously. Seeing Leon appear seemed to have found an outlet to vent. "Our plane is going to be late. You delayed the whole team's schedule for a little girl you just met?"
"That girl has potential." Leon got into the car and closed the door.
"Potential? I didn't see anything. That girl hasn't even developed womanly characteristics yet!" Phil ridiculed, "I really suspect you are a fake American. Don't you know what American audiences love to watch? Boobs, butts! The kind that can suffocate people! Latin ladies in high heels and red lips!"
"When can you shut your mouth?" Leon sighed. "Fck, logically speaking, you consume more than 700 ml of spirits every day; Satan should have taken you away long ago..."