Basquiat shouted at Naoki Nagayama, and even his current girlfriend Madonna also looked over.
"Nothing, the cocktail you made tastes great~"
In order to ease the psychological shock, Nagayama Naoki drank the cocktail in his hand, then his face changed and he breathed out gently, "Enough!"
"Good drinker!" Basquiat gave a thumbs up, and then said to his girlfriend, "Honey, when will you get off work? Let's go to mudd club to have fun?"
The young future diva had no future aura at this time, and said happily: "There is about an hour left, just wait for me~"
Then she gave Basquiat another passionate kiss and hurried to the stage. It was time for her performance again.
Nagayama Naoki used the free nuts to suppress the smell of alcohol in his mouth, and looked at Madonna who came back on stage: "She is a good singer."
"She will become the future pop queen!" Basquiat said seriously.
"Hahaha, for sure~"
Waiting for a woman, two grown men chatted in a bar,
"Are you really a writer?"
"Of course, you don't believe it?"
"You are too young, and you don't have the temperament of a writer at all. It is somewhat convincing to say that you are a model or an actor."
Basquiat looked at Naoki Nagayama and said, this guy's external conditions are very good even according to American Western aesthetics.
"Hahaha, you have a very good vision. I have indeed been a model and an actor~" Naoki Nagayama said with an expression that shows you have a good vision, "There is also a movie about to be released."
Basquiat was shocked: "Are you serious?"
"What's the point of lying? The film is called "Gas Station Robbery Incident". I wonder if the United States will introduce it~ There is also a film called "Ghost Story", which I also filmed~"
Xiaoxiao pretended to be a repayment for the dog food in the past. Naoki Nagayama stopped looking at the black boy's surprised eyes.
After Basquiat learned about it, he didn't take it too seriously. After all, he was now considered a celebrity in New York, so he jokingly said:
“I didn’t expect that guy William, you are actually a celebrity!”
What followed was definitely a sarcasm or a complaint. Naoki Nagayama did not answer his words, but changed the topic:
"mudd club , judging from Madonna's previous performance, it seems to be a very popular club?"
"Yeah, it's the coolest place in New York!" Basquiat's eyes lit up when he mentioned the club where he had been hanging out.
"The most anti-trend music, interesting people, and many celebrities will also come here, such as David Bowie, Debbie Harry... You have to line up at least 2 hours in advance to get in!"
It’s only 2 hours, isn’t that similar to the disco I had in Takadanobaba? Nagayama Naoki’s thoughts went astray,
“2 hours, that’s not a long wait~”
"Hey, have you forgotten who I am?" Basquiat patted Naoki Nagayama on the shoulder, "Follow me and go straight in!"
Hahaha, it’s just like going to a disco by yourself. I didn’t expect that I could enjoy such treatment in the United States.
Naoki Nagayama raised a new beer glass: "To the great Basquiat~"
And Basquiat laughed and performed funny aristocratic etiquette~
...
At this time, the staff of the American Motion Picture Association was reviewing a movie.
"Boss, what level should this Japanese horror movie be rated at?"
"Horror movie? Are there any bloody scenes?"
"Absolutely not."
"Oh?" Is this kind of horror movie just using the name of a horror film to attract people with adult scenes? Recently, there have been several movies made in the United States that are trying to sell people over others. "Are there any sexy scenes like that?"
The auditor thought about the previous scene of several beauties taking a hot spring bath, but most of them were covered up, "It should not be counted."
"Then what's there to be confused about? You're grade G." The team leader waved his hand nonchalantly.
"But..." The reviewer originally wanted to say that the movie looked very real and could easily scare children, but after seeing the impatient look on the team leader's face, he suddenly lost the idea of continuing the argument.
"It's just a mockumentary, what's the problem?" Then it was labeled G-rated.
As everyone knows, the people at the bottom of the United States, who have very confused beliefs, cannot tell the difference between this kind of pseudo-documentary and a real documentary.
For a period of time after this film was released in the United States, it shocked the American people who were less intelligent and underdeveloped, and many people believed in ghost legends.
...
The two finally waited for Madonna's shift change and left the bar a little drunk.
But the cold wind in the New York evening made me sober quickly,
The mudd club is about half an hour away from the bar. The three of them were walking on the road laughing and joking, like three idle young people pressing the road.
After Madonna saw the camera on Naoki Nagayama's neck, she felt like she had discovered some novel toy, and asked Naoki Nagayama to help take a lot of photos, some of them alone, some of them sweet interactions with Basquiat.
I really don’t need to eat at night, I’m too full from the dog food~
From the outside, mudd club is just an ordinary apartment building, with a bit of a shabby feel. It is simply surrounded by a chain fence, but a large group of young people have gathered outside. Even if they are shivering in the cold wind,
I want to join this club.
Basquiat and Madonna were indeed regular customers. They briefly greeted the security guard at the door and led Naoki Nagayama through the crowd.
The crowd waiting nearby didn't make any noise, but excitedly discussed: "That's Basquiat, the father of samo!"
After entering the door, the dim lights, swirling smoke, noisy dancers and exhausting decadent music made the club look confusing and wild.
Some people are dancing, some are talking, some are taking pictures, some are smoking... and some are hugging each other, which is simply offensive!
Nagayama Naoki silently criticized this behavior in his heart, but the people in the club were not surprised and were doing their own thing.
As soon as he entered the door, Basquiat took Madonna and ordered a glass of wine.
"Do you want to add some pistachios?" Basquiat asked kindly, gesturing to the small white pill in his hand.
Nagayama Naoki was shocked, New York was too wild: "No, no need to!"
"Ha, a child who hasn't grown up yet~" Madonna laughed at the side, and then drank the wine in one gulp, "Good boy, mommy and daddy are going to have some fun, let's play by ourselves~"
Then the two of them walked to the dance floor with devilish steps~
I silently gave him a middle finger, but Naoki Nagayama decided not to drink anything here tonight. Who knows if there are any strange things in it.
It doesn't matter if you take photos casually in this club. Most members don't care. There are even members who specially pose in various poses to facilitate taking photos.
So Nagayama Naoki took pictures of a lot of ghosts and monsters... I can only describe them this way. These people either dye their hair, have smoky makeup, or dress in strange clothes. In short, they are not normal people.
All kinds of avant-garde and niche people relax here. The no-wave music in the dance hall is indulging and dark, like a group of people who have abandoned the world and have fun here.
While Naoki Nagayama was taking pictures, he would occasionally scold New York politicians and the bullshit world with dancers he didn't know, and talk about what God said about loving others. In addition to not smoking grass or drinking alcohol, he just wanted to
It's like being truly integrated into it.
After walking around in circles for more than three hours, Nagayama Naoki felt a little tired. The smell of tobacco in the room actually made him feel dizzy and made him want to vomit.
The discomfort that became more and more prominent and accumulated in his mind made him want to hit someone.
I wanted to find Basquiat and Madonna to say goodbye, but I didn't expect to find them anywhere.
It’s not like he left, Nagayama Naoki muttered, and then tried to ask other people, but to his surprise, they pointed upstairs indifferently,
"Not downstairs, just upstairs!"
Have you gone upstairs? Is there room upstairs? Haven’t you been there yet? Nagayama Naoki went up the narrow stairs, but before he reached the end, he heard a lot of blushing sounds coming from upstairs...
.
Fuck (a kind of plant)! I didn’t expect that the future queen would actually do such a thing!
He went down the stairs angrily, causing some guys surrounding the stairs to laugh.
The embarrassed Nagayama Naoki originally planned to leave directly, but when he saw that there were graffiti on the corridor here, and there were spray paint cans scattered next to it, his brain was a little dizzy from the second-hand smoke,
He picked up the spray can and sprayed it on the wall opposite the stairs, causing those who were standing nearby puffing away the spray to move aside.
Using white paint as the base and black paint to draw the figure, a life-size stick figure with both hands holding the middle finger up was soon finished.
Then he used red paint to write the stickman's roar next to it: "suprise!!! mother fu*ker!!!"
Then I thought about it and painted my middle finger red again!
Haha! Now I can express my anger!
As if all the anger he had spent the night was released along this graffiti, Naoki Nagayama threw away the spray can and walked out of the mudd club with relaxed steps.
People waiting outside were a little surprised. Generally speaking, no one would come out until midnight. Today, someone actually left before 11 o'clock.
...
It is noon in Japan at this time,
Shuichi Itou of Shuyu Pictures was having dinner with Isao Morikawa, the planning director of Kadokawa Pictures.
Isao Morikawa raised his glass and asked for a glass of wine: "Shuichi-san, the movie is about to be released. Is it true that your company's Naoki-san won't come back?"
"Our willful general, he is probably enjoying the exotic customs of New York right now!" Yi Tangxiu took a sip, as if the bitterness of the wine was gone in his words, "Obviously it is a very important premiere and movie promotion.
Don’t want to participate.”
"Hahaha, doesn't this just show that Naoki-san trusts Shuichi-san?" Isao Morikawa said with a smile, "If the headmaster can treat me like this, then I will be extremely happy~"
"It's different, Minister Morikawa!" Itou Shuichi shook his head, "Naoki-san here is just trying to avoid promotional activities! It's just a private institutional exchange event, where movies are important...
.”
Isao Morikawa was confused: "Naoki-san isn't worried about the box office?"
"The box office must be very good." Itou Shuichi seemed to be saying an established fact, and his confidence in Nagayama Naoki had already been established.
"Then he doesn't want the box office to be better? He can make more money by participating in more promotional activities..." Isao Morikawa continued, "This kind of more exposure will have a great impact on Naoki Nagayama's personal life."
Fame is also a benefit, right?”
"That's the problem! Naoki-san..." Itou Shuichi's face was already a little red after drinking several glasses of wine. "Naoki-san is considered a rich man now and is not interested in money...
...and not interested in fame..."
Is there such a person? Morikawa Isao asked curiously: "Then what is he interested in?"
Itou Shuichi thought about it for a moment: "Perhaps it's just a desire to live a plain, happy life..."
Isao Morikawa was surprised. This man was only in his 20s, but he looked like an old man.
"Stop talking about it, Gongsang, let's have another drink! Please take care of us during the filming schedule!" Yi Tangxiu kept asking for drinks, and said complimentary words.
And Isao Morikawa did not refuse: "Haha, definitely, after all, the box office is a quarter of ours!"
...
Naoki Nagayama took a taxi directly and returned to the Central Park Hotel in New York.
Although he smelled of alcohol, he didn't drink much.
It's just that the smoke from countless hands has made my brain dizzy and a bit nauseating.
I took a hot bath in the room and finally woke up.
After not eating all night, Nagayama Naoki called and asked for a simple pasta.
While eating a late-night snack, I turned on the TV in the guest room, skipping the pay channels and not watching TV series, when I suddenly turned on a music program.
A female singer with smoky makeup in a leather jacket sang traditional hard rock while playing guitar on TV:
"i love rock 'n' roll" i love rock 'n' roll
"so put another dime in the jukebox, baby" put another dime in the jukebox, baby
"i love rock 'n' roll" i love rock 'n' roll
"so come and take the time and dance with me" so come and dance with me
...
It is a generation rock song "i love rock'n'roll", and its singer Joan Jett. This magnetic and penetrating sound catches people's ears at once. Sure enough,
She is a generational rock queen!
Haha, speaking of it, I visited the park in the morning and defeated the gangsters, visited the art district in the afternoon and met the future queen, and went to the famous mudd club in the evening.
My first day in New York was rocking too!
...
midnight, mudd club,
Basquiat and Madonna went down the stairs after they were happy.
I saw the ironic stick figure graffiti at a glance.
After seeing it, Madonna looked at it carefully, turned around and asked the black guy: "Honey, whose work is this?"
After Basquiat saw the classic phrase "Fuck", he couldn't help but smile: "William did it!"
"William? Isn't he a writer? Can he also doodle?"
After Madonna asked, she looked around, trying to find Naoki Nagayama.
"Be good at it, don't you just need hands to do graffiti?" Basquiat couldn't help but laugh, and then stopped Madonna's search.
"Stop looking for him, he's gone!"
"Gone? How did you know?"
"His scribblings told me that."
???
Do you have telepathy?
"Haha, this is the intuition among men."
You have only known each other for half a day, where did you get your intuition?
Although she was thinking this way, maybe it was the emotions after passion that caused Madonna to suddenly become a little sentimental.
"My dear, will we never see William again?"
Although it was just a one-time encounter, we got along well with each other and even let others take a lot of photos~
Basquiat was startled. It seemed like yes, but he just left a name, not even a contact number or address.
"See you soon."
The black boy hugged Madonna and said silently in his heart: "I hope we can see you again."
