MTL - I’m in Hollywood

"Hey, Eric, the steak on the table 9."

"Oh, okay." Eric promised, some clumsy to bring the two steaks to the front of the window. After returning to the original position, I continued to be in a daze leaning against the counter.

The time was July 13, 1988, the third day of rebirth, at an Italian restaurant in North Hollywood, Los Angeles. Eric turned his head and looked at the faint figure reflected on the glass window. The height of about one meter and eight feet, the angular face, the tall nose and the short blond hair, this is now.

A few days ago, Eric was also an advertising director on the other side of the Pacific Ocean in 2014. At the age of 24, he graduated from the famous film and television college director department in China. He is determined to be a famous international director. He has been working for a decade and finally realized that the reality is too cruel. With his solid professional skills, he has become a famous circle. An advertising director, Hao Hao is also famous, isn't it? Married at the age of 35, a son was born a year later, and finally settled down, and the ideal package was replaced by milk powder. After a class reunion a few years later, he was squandered by a group of long-lost classmates, and then fell asleep in the memories of the past.

As with the beginning of all the horror or not horror stories, wake up and things are not human. He found himself back 25 years ago and became a high school student named Eric Williams. He just graduated from high school this year, and...

"Eric, are you okay?" A chubby hand slammed on Eric's shoulder and patted it. Eric turned and saw restaurant owner Jeff Jones.

"Sorry, Jeff, I am lost again."

"It doesn't matter," Jeff groaned, seemingly thinking about how to word it, and then said: "I am sorry about Ralph's business, but life has to continue, isn't it? Cheer up, Eric. ”

Ralph Williams, the father of Eric, is a very good Italian chef who has been working in this restaurant for many years. Although the cooking is great, Ralph has a very bad hobby - alcoholism. According to the memory left by the original body owner, Ralph's hobby may be related to the mother Eric has never seen before. In the words of later generations, this is also a man with a story. The matter is very simple. A month ago, Ralph died of acute alcoholism due to excessive drinking.

"Thank you, Jeff. If it weren't for your help, I really don't know how to be good." Eric said that after Ralph's death, Eric's life was in chaos. Originally, Eric had applied for the University of California, but Ralph’s death made Eric’s hopes of going to college, even if it was a public university, it cost about 20,000 US dollars a year, not counting other expenses. As Ralph's boss and friend, after Eric negotiated with Eric, Eric began to serve as a waiter in the restaurant. After all, as Jeff said, life has to continue.

"Ralph has been working here for so many years, this is what I should do. But I can only do so much, and the rest can only rely on your own efforts."

Eric nodded gratefully, watching this Jeff turn and leave, thinking of what he had just said, fell into meditation. In the midst of it, since an unscrupulous **** sent him to Hollywood more than 20 years ago, if he had been an obscure restaurant waiter, he would definitely be alive and dead.

Eric was once excited when he just understood his situation three days ago, but he was confused after the excitement. As a high school student of a film and television college, he did not realize his own ideals and eventually bowed to reality. What's more, now, he has neither a diploma nor a background. Even if he goes to a film company to apply for the lowest position, he will not succeed.

After a busy day, Eric drove away from the Italian restaurant, which was a Ford sedan left by Eric’s cheap dad. After Ralph’s death, Eric once wanted to sell the car to subsidize the home, but after receiving the job as a waiter, he stayed. After all, the United States is a country on wheels, no car, and many things. inconvenient.

When passing a movie theater, Eric saw the poster of "The First Blood 3" on the door of the theater. In the background of the snow-capped mountains and helicopters, it was the golden age of Stallone wearing a vest to show the female fans. Screaming muscles. Ghosts made the difference, Eric parked the car in a parking lot not far away, and asked about it. Just one of them was about to start, and Eric bought a ticket to enter the cinema.

Because it wasn't prime time, there were only about thirty or forty people in the two-seat auditorium, and Eric found his seat and sat down.

Soon the screening hall fell into darkness. After the filming, the film plot officially began. Colonel Tovin invited Rambo, who was reclusive in Thailand, to go to Afghanistan to perform the task, but Rambo refused him. After Colonel Toven was trapped, Rambo was armed again to save his friends...

In previous lives, Eric watched all of Stallone's movies, and most of them were more than once. The reason why I bought the ticket was because Eric remembered the experience of Stallone and also remembered the former self. In the ten years of his struggle, whenever he wants to give up, he will use some more inspirational stories to inspire himself, including Stallone's legendary acting career.

The plot of the film continued, and Eric took back the thoughts of the flight and focused on the movie. Gradually, Eric, who had originally relaxed his body against the back of the chair, straightened up. Because he found one thing, because of the movie before, whenever the plot advances, Eric will subconsciously think about what will happen next, then his magical discovery, with his thinking The next movie will be clearly displayed in his mind. That is to say, he remembers every shot of the whole movie, every line, and even every piece of music.

Gradually, Eric got excited, then closed his eyes and randomly picked up a Cameronian "Titanic" to start recalling. The result is still the same. He can recall the shot every minute of the movie. . Picking a few movies I have seen again is still the case. Thoughts flew, Eric tried to recall some movies that I had only heard of the name but had not seen. The miracle did not appear. It seems that he only remembers what he had seen, but this is enough.

When he was just born again, Eric also thought about taking some movies from later generations as his own. However, after all, he was a professional director. He certainly knew how difficult it was to operate. He wrote most of the similar scripts. But now, after discovering that all the memories of the past life are clearly in mind, Eric knows what it means, and if he has the conditions, he can almost completely copy the classic movies he has seen in the past.

Because of the excitement, Eric’s cheeks were hot in the dark, and his fingers were slightly numb. In the end, Eric finally couldn't help but slammed it on the armrest of the seat and blurted out his mouth: "Cushing!"

The pain in the palm of the hand brought Eric Carra back to reality, and looked at the dissatisfied eyes of several viewers around him. Eric smiled awkwardly. The one-hundred-minute movie passed quickly, and Rambo successfully saved his good friend and waved his sleeves again.

However, Eric, who sat in the dark, apparently did not notice this, but thoughts flew and thought about many things. In the past life, he did not have such a good memory. Just like an ordinary person, an article can be read many times before it can be recited. A song must be listened to many times before it can be sung. Obviously, this is a certain unscrupulous... Oh no, it is a huge wealth that the lovely **** gave him.

With the huge wild vision of embarking on the peak of life, Eric drove to the house in a hurry. He knows that if he has such a huge resource in his mind, if he fails like the previous life, then it would be better to take a bucket of tap water and kill himself.