Tom Cruise was calm and composed. So what if Ryan Jenkins could write a script? He could say that this script was memorized by him before, and at best it could prove that he had a better memory.

Even though this reason was a bit reluctant, it was enough to get him out.

Originally, he just wanted to create some rumors. In this circle, as long as the rumors spread wide, it would be enough to cause fatal damage to a newcomer who had just started his career. The entertainment industry is just a breeding ground for rumors. If there are too many fakes, it will become true.

He is a superstar, he is just a child star. As long as there is a reason to hold on, it will inevitably bring a huge storm to this annoying little guy in the future. All he wants to destroy is his psychology~

The other party is less than twelve years old. If doubts come overwhelmingly, it is almost certain that he will collapse mentally, and then, like countless meteors passing by in Hollywood...

He remembers the sarcastic sarcasm on the phone.

Although he couldn't guess what the other party was thinking, Ryan understood that Tom Cruise was definitely not a fool, but did he really know who the opponent he was facing?

What he faces is not Ryan Jenkins and Lu Ming, but a collection of all Hollywood creativity in the next twenty years.

Ryan knew very well that as his fame continued to grow, sooner or later, there would be heavyweights who would come forward to question him. But he didn't expect that this day would come so quickly, and it was still on such an occasion, and the person on the other side would be him!

OK! Tom Tom, I just wanted to break up you and Nicole, so from today on we will meet!

"Ryan, don't force me, apologize to me, I just pretend that this hasn't happened."

Seeing Ryan bowing his head and silently, Tom Cruise thought he had completely taken the initiative and smiled brightly.

"Quiet!"

Ryan's voice was not loud, but it was extremely loud. The discussion in the lounge immediately disappeared without a trace, and everyone's eyes were focused on him. In this way, the sound of the TV was highlighted.

"Mr. Gerald, I need a few people with very strong shorthand skills!"

"no problem."

Everyone realized what was going to happen, and a look of excitement appeared on their faces. Before Gerald could call someone, several reporters jumped out on their own initiative. These guys were masters who played pens.

Ryan lowered his head and turned around during the break, looking for a suitable movie in his mind, but the chaotic sound of the TV set made his already excited emotions even more difficult to calm down.

Frowning, he took the remote control and wanted to turn off the TV, but was attracted by the pictures and broadcast on the TV.

He didn't know which weird TV station this was, and was counting the major events that occurred on March 30 in previous years. "On March 30, 1981, the newly appointed US President Ronald Reagan was assassinated outside the Hilton Hotel in the capital District of Columbia. The murderer was John Hinckley, a crazy fan of Judy Foster..."

At the same time, the chaotic scene appeared on the TV screen. Ryan happened to see the scene of two bodyguards rushing towards the murderer, and immediately remembered a classic movie.

He looked at the reporters who wrote the writing, "Fast speed, I don't promise to remember the plot and plot I mentioned later."

"Record!"

"Frank Farmer, he is an agent who serves Ronald Reagan, on this day!" Ryan pointed to the screen of the TV, and was analyzing the reason for Reagan's assassination. "I took a leave because my mother was buried. After the president was assassinated, I resigned with guilt. Later, he became a professional bodyguard. He has a strong sense of responsibility, has a clear distinction between public and private, and never had feelings for his employer."

Then, he saw Judy Foster in the crowd and smiled apologetically at her, "Rachel is a world-renowned singer. Fans are crazy about her. One of them is as crazy as John Hinckley who is crazy for Judy. He keeps mailing letters to her, saying that she wants to take her life."

Listening to Ryan's words, everyone gradually understood what was going on. It was obvious that he got inspiration from the TV show, which should be the basic setting for the male and female protagonists.

"The first scene, the exterior, the dark underground parking lot."

"Voice-over: continuous gunfire!"

"Frack Farmer leaned against the car and shot and killed an attacker..."

Ryan lowered his head and circled around the lounge, sometimes dancing and gestured inexplicable gestures, sometimes closing his eyes and meditating, as if conceiving the picture. Even if there are occasional pauses, it will not last long. Those amazing scenes and words are constantly spoken from him and become words recorded by the reporter.

"Water!" Ryan shouted. Nicole had prepared the juice and quickly stuffed it into his hand.

As Ryan's narration continued, the people present opened their mouths wider and wider, and some people who were not in dealing with Tom Cruise looked over with sarcastic and sarcastic eyes.

Tom Cruise's face was pale, his arms were hanging down weakly, and he sat blankly on the sofa. In his eyes, Ryan Jenkins had done nothing and left him a way out.

If the other party compiles another script, he can easily argue, but it is obvious that the story he is building is the inspiration from the TV show, whether it is a big star or an assassin, the shadows of Judy Foster and John Hinckley can be seen.

In particular, this is the love script he questioned the most.

Of course, he can still argue, but who are the people present? Hollywood celebrities! Media reporters! Film company executives! Really think they are all fools? Even if he is Tom Cruise, he still doesn't watch enough in front of them.

Before he knew it, nearly three hours passed. Ryan drank the third glass of juice, gave Nicole a reassuring look, and continued.

"Scene 47, Act 5. Exterior, private airport."

"Rachel said goodbye to Frank and walked onto the plane. Frank made a gesture to protect her with her new bodyguard. Rachel looked at Frank reluctantly through the window."

"Lens conversion: The plane started and slowly drove onto the runway. Rachel looked at Frank again and shouted to the pilot, 'Stop!'"

"Rachel got off the plane and rushed towards Frank."

"Voice-over, voice-over... I need a song that is affectionate and explosive, to release all the depressed feelings of the whole drama here!"

Ryan seemed a little anxious, slapped his forehead hard and shouted softly, "Hell!"

"Continue to record!"

"Rachel rushed to Frank, and the two hugged each other tightly and kissed affectionately!"

"Lens transformation, 720 degrees of rotation!"

"Song, I need a love song!" In the eyes of others, Ryan seemed to start to be crazy. He patted his palm hard and shouted, "Piano! I need a piano! Nicole, give me paper and pen!"

"There is a piano on the stage!" someone reminded.

Ryan separated the crowd and strode to the stage of the banquet hall, where there was a grand piano on it. Everyone followed him, and no one looked at Tom Cruise again.

Sitting in front of the piano, Ryan squinted his eyes and was completely immersed in his own world. It was not until a long time later that his slender fingers fell on the black and white keys.

At the beginning, the piano had no rhythm or tune at all, as if someone who didn't understand music was playing randomly, but Nicole knew Ryan very well and placed paper and pen in front of him.

Next, Ryan's performance became even more strange. Every time he played for a while, he would take paper and pen to write and draw. People with sharp eyes could see that the paper was quickly covered with musical notes, and some things like lyrics. As time went by, the originally messy piano sound gradually turned into beautiful tunes.

"Dong!"

Ryan pressed his hands heavily on the keys, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was saying to the people around him, "Time! I need time! I want to arrange the song again!"

After saying that, he ignored the people around him and repeated the previous actions.

Half an hour passed by silently, and everyone in the field kept their breath tightly, looking at the boy who was a little crazy, obsessed, and seemed to be completely immersed in his own world.

Now, although I don’t know what Ryan will do next, they all believe that Ryan Jenkins is definitely his super genius with the script just now!

"If I stay, I will become your bond, but I know that every step I take will think of you, so I will love you forever, and I will love you forever!"

Ryan's voice suddenly rang, which was a cappella without any accompaniment, gentle and magnetic, completely unlike a song that a child could sing.

After an alto, the sound of the piano accompaniment sounded. Although there was only one instrument accompaniment, which was a little monotonous, it seemed so perfect with Ryan's singing. At this moment, the whole world was as quiet as if only he and the piano were left.

“And…”

Ryan's tone was constantly rising, as if he wanted to use his high-pitched singing to highlight the bodyguards and their passionate feelings with big stars in the script.

"Nicole, stop him quickly." Whitney Houston reminded Nicole Kidman, "this will hurt the vocal cords..."

Fortunately, Ryan was a little self-aware. After coughing low, he stopped quickly and pinched the part of his throat with a blushing face. "Damn it! This kind of singing style that requires explosive power is indeed not something that my age can bear!"

"Ba!Ba!"

I don't know who clapped his palms first, and then everyone clapped. The warm voice seemed to lift the roof. They were excited to witness the birth of a miracle with their own eyes, and no one would doubt the boy anymore.

At this time, if anyone dares to say that kind of suspicion, or even just need to show a gaze of doubt, they can drown him with applause and spitting stars.

"Sign him! Sign him! Be sure to let the company sign him at all costs!" Warner's director Gerald repeated excitedly. If it weren't for Nicole Kidman, who was here, he might have snatched the person and ran away.

"Stirring again!" Nicole walked over with a cup of water, "Is it okay?"

"Cough~" Ryan drank the water and squeezed Nicole's eyes, "Don't worry."

Then he looked at Whitney Houston, "Miss Houston, can you come here?"

Whitney Houston was a little puzzled, but he still walked onto the stage and the first thing he saw was the chaotic music score.

Ryan explained, "In my imagination, this song requires a very wide range and is more suitable for female singers to sing. This is also written for the heroine! At my current age, I can't sing that feeling at all."

Note: In reality, "I.Will.Always.Love.You" is an old song from 1973. Whitney Houston reorganized it. Because the plot needs to be changed, don't investigate it!
Chapter completed!