The warm sunshine woke up Naoki Nagayama who was sleeping soundly in the room.
After more than half a month of cold mornings, it is a very strange experience to suddenly enjoy the warm sunshine.
The alcohol from last night had long been metabolized by my young body, and after washing up, I felt refreshed for another day.
At the restaurant of the Millennium Hotel, Naoki Nagayama ordered omelette, sausage, bacon, milk, croissants, a standard Western breakfast. While eating at the dining table, he remembered the agreement he made last night.
On the spur of the moment, he said that he would take Akina to Disneyland after she finished work... This meant that he had to stay in Los Angeles for more than 10 days!
How can I live like this? Is it possible to spend a week sunbathing on the beach in Los Angeles?
Huh? It seems like it’s not impossible~
...
In the restaurant of another hotel, Nobuo Tomioka was also having breakfast, while Yuzo Shimada on the other side was saying something with a pale face.
"Nobuo-san, it's not that I didn't stop him, but the three of us have never drank from him!"
"Is that guy a drunkard? Cocktails, brandy, red wine, and beer were all served. In the end, it was us who fell down first..."
The other two photographer guys, who also had very ugly faces, sat nearby and nodded in agreement with lingering fear. They were forced to knock on the door by Nobuo Tomioka early today. They had just woken up from a hangover and had no appetite at all. They only ordered a glass of milk and drank it slowly.
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Nobuo Tomioka took a bite of the omelette: "No matter what, it's Yusan-san's fault! In such a situation, we should take a more decisive approach and completely separate the two people."
Shimada Yusan nodded repeatedly, but he was cursing in his heart: "What is a more decisive way? Find a dump truck and kill that guy..."
At this time, Nobuo Tomioka was also mentally thinking about how to separate the two people, intimidation? kidnapping? accident?
I was so absorbed in thinking that I actually whispered: "Where are the dump trucks in the United States..."
When he came back to his senses, he found Shimada Yuzo looking at him in shock, as if he had discovered something terrible.
After a moment of silence, Nobuo Tomioka struggled to smile: "Yu San-kun, you didn't hear anything, did you?"
"Hi! The breakfast here is pretty good~"
Shimada Yuzo immediately answered, then buried his face in the breakfast that he couldn't eat, and looked like he was eating very sweetly. The other two were even more so, like ostriches.
This man is a bit dangerous!
"Private Marseille, I got up late...Mina-san, why didn't you call me in the morning?"
The energetic Akina Nakamori went downstairs. Today she changed into a burgundy shirt and jeans, which is eye-catching and adds a mature temperament.
After seeing a few people in the restaurant, I also took some breakfast on a plate.
Nobuo Tomioka wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin: "I wanted to communicate with Yusan-kun and the others about some shooting matters, so I called them down early."
Looking at Akina who had a good appetite, he changed the topic without leaving a trace: "Akina-chan, we are recording today, how are you doing? Are you nervous?"
"Silly tape!" Akina said vaguely with bread stuffed in her mouth, and then quickly took a sip of milk to drink it down. "No problem at all, I feel very good today!"
Yesterday, he looked a little timid, but today he feels very confident. When Nobuo Tomioka saw Akina's high-spirited look, he felt a little confused and felt that something was different!
But whoosh! Could it be because of that guy?
Nobuo Tomioka picked up the remaining omelette with a fork, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it hard.
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The release of domestic movies in Japan was on track. In its first week, the box office reached 150 million, which was only half of the first-week box office of "The Ghost Story".
However, that horror film relied on the Halloween theme and viral marketing to make a huge profit even though the quality of the film was not very good.
And this well-produced comedy, with its absurd plot and dense laughter, has already established a good reputation in the hearts of Japanese audiences. I believe that the box office will continue to rise in the future, and the final box office is likely to exceed that of the previous horror films.
piece.
Therefore, neither Itou Shuichi nor Kadokawa Films were too worried about the movie's box office. At this time, Itou Shuichi was worried about another thing.
"Naoki-san, didn't you say you would be back today? Why do you suddenly have to stay longer?"
"Because the weather in Los Angeles is so good, I want to enjoy the sun and beach in advance..."
Nagayama Naoki didn't care how perfunctory this reason sounded. It couldn't be said that it was just to go to Disneyland with some undebuted idol.
"...Hey...Naoki-san, the promotion of the movie is basically over, and the first week's box office has been released."
The implication of Itou Shuichi is that Nagayama Naoki no longer has to worry about participating in offline promotion activities after returning.
"Aha? Is it over? That's such a pity, I didn't do any good..." Naoki Nagayama said with a guilty conscience.
On the other side, Itou Shuichi couldn't help but twitch his eyes as he listened to the insincere words on the phone: "Naoki-san, please don't say any more..."
"Hahaha, okay then, Shuichi-san did a great job anyway~ Otomo-san worked hard too~" Nagayama Naoki said haha.
"Speaking of which, Otomo-san was saying two days ago that when Naoki-san comes back, he should consider the issue of Ito Junko's second song..."
"Please forgive me~ There are really no new songs, people's inspiration is limited!"
Thanks to the episode in the movie, Ito Junko's debut song broke through the top ten of the Oricon charts. Although it only lasted a week, it was already a very good result among newcomers. Yoshimura Otomo was anxious to give it a try, and it would be best if Ito could do it.
Junko became a popular idol.
Nagayama Naoki leaned against the phone in the hotel lobby, looking helpless. If you want to support a top idol, you can't provide songs by yourself. Yoshimura Otomo is getting impatient.
"Shuichi-san, let Otomo-san ask more composers for songs. If possible, it would be best to reach a cooperation with a record company. After all, our office does not have better song resources."
"Okay, I will tell Otomo-san, but Naoki-san should come back early. You still need to decide some things here, the choice of the next movie, the future development direction of the company...
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"Okay, okay, Xiu Yisang, let me talk about this when I get back. International long distance is still very expensive, so let's not talk about it for now~" Just as he was about to start a long speech, Naoki Nagayama ended the call.
Itou Shuichi listened to the beeping sound of the microphone and sighed.
The presidents of other companies are running around non-stop, talking about business all over the world, hoping that the company's movies will become popular one after another, and the records of the office idols will be sold one after another.
And their president is so Buddhist that he entrusts everything to himself and Yoshimura Otomo.
Although it feels good to be trusted in this way, and it feels even better not to have a superior to point fingers, but Naoki Nagayama is not behind me, so I always feel that I have no confidence.
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In fact, Naoki Nagayama is not lying. The sunshine in Los Angeles is indeed very good.
Especially at Santa Monica Beach in the early morning, the warm sun is not dazzling, it feels warm and comfortable on the face, and the slightly cool sea breeze blows on the body, making it very clear and refreshing.
There were not many people in the morning, which allowed Nagayama Naoki to enjoy the blue sea view alone. Waves of waves came in, washing away the footprints just left and adding new ones on the beach.
Occasionally, you can see seabirds foraging on the beach, flying on their hind legs when the waves surge, and quickly looking for small fish and shrimps brought up on the beach when the waves recede.
When you are tired from walking, just rent a beach chair in the store by the beach, buy some fruit drinks magazines, find a warm and sheltered corner, lie down and enjoy your leisure time.
I covered my cheeks with magazines on the recliner. I seemed to be just a little confused, but half a day had passed.
"It's so decadent (comfortable) and depressing (convincing)..."
Nagayama Naoki condemned himself in his heart, then found a nearby seafood restaurant and had a delicious lobster dinner.
The afternoon sun was a bit strong, and it would be easy to get sunburned if you didn't bring sunscreen, so he didn't stay on the beach anymore.
We still have to stay for half a month, so we can’t be idle all day long. Nagayama Naoki wandered on the beach for a long time and saw a shop that specialized in providing diving services.
Eh? Diving seems to be quite interesting. It seems that the training time for diving is also very short. Why not get your diving certificate?
Other actors seem to be able to get a diver's certificate just by acting in a play. It shouldn't be difficult for me to learn specifically~
Nagayama Naoki tried out the diving service of this store and tried it out in shallow waters first. After getting dressed, the instructor accompanied him and dived together.
The first thing the first person to dive feels is silence.
Unlike swimming, people who dive cannot even hear the sound of splashing water. They seem to be isolated from the whole world by the thick water. They cannot speak and can only hear the grunt of the respirator;
Under the buoyancy of the water, the body is freed from the gravity on the shore, but the whole body is surrounded by water pressure. The further you go down, you can feel the power slowly surrounding you. However, due to the resistance of the water, you can only move slowly.
Very clumsy.
As your body gradually adapts to the water, your eyes can slowly see the wonderful underwater scenery.
The sunlight passing through the sea water appears blue in the eyes of others, but it is still transparent and colorless in the eyes of divers.
Under the sunlight, the fine sand on the seabed shows a light yellow color, and off-white or red corals and dark green algae are distributed on the reefs on the seafloor, forming "cities" of the underwater kingdom.
The white sea anemone stretched out its transparent tentacles and swayed with the fluctuation of the sea water, waiting for the colorful fish or jellyfish in the city to arrive.
Occasionally, a group of fish will swim over your head. They seem to be swimming slowly, but in fact, if you reach out and touch them, they will run away like lightning.
70% of the earth is ocean. The sport of diving allows people to get a glimpse of the beauty of this uninhabited area.
Nagayama Naoki's first dive was only about 10 meters deep, but he already felt the charm of diving.
After landing, the instructor Robert who had just taken him into the water asked,
"William, how do you feel about diving?"
"Robert, it feels great!" Naoki Nagayama continued, "I decided to take part in training. I want to learn this skill and appreciate the scenery under the sea!"
"Hahaha, that's right. The vast sea hides countless beautiful scenery. Only a few people are so lucky to encounter them."
Robert was very happy. He had found another person who had the same idea. Of course, making money was also one of the reasons for happiness.
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At the Warner Recording Company at 111 North Hollywood Boulevard, Akina Nakamori is recording the first song "スローモーション" (slow motion).
Today's recording work went very smoothly. Akina, who was full of energy, was very motivated. Following Nobuo Fukuoka's request, she made adjustments over and over again.
In the recording studio, Nobuo Fukuoka is a very authoritative producer, but he unexpectedly got along well with Akina-san. During the recording process, he listened carefully to some of Akina-san's opinions, and the two worked hard together.
We need to finish recording this album.
"Mingcai-chan, the recording is almost done."
After listening to it again, Nobuo Fukuoka felt that the recording effect was pretty good.
But Akina Nakamori came out and listened again: "Nobuo-san, I always feel that something is missing."
After hearing this, Nobuo Fukuoka listened to it a few more times, and gradually realized that although the singing skills were perfect, the impact of love at first sight seemed to be a little lacking.
"Akina-chan, it seems that she is a little emotionally weak. Is there anyone you like in school, Akina-chan, your first love? Try to think back to the time you met your first love, and try singing again with that feeling?"
"In school, it seems that when I was in the third grade of elementary school..." Akina was shy when talking about her first love.
"Eh? Third grade?" Nobuo Fukuoka was a little surprised, "I thought he would be in junior high school~"
"Hahaha, when I was in junior high school, I was regarded as the eldest sister." Xiao Mingcai laughed when talking about the embarrassing things when she came to junior high school~
Nobuo Fukuoka also laughed out loud: "Is this actually the case? Haha, that would be difficult~ Has Akina-chan ever met someone who has a crush on her or has a strong impact upon meeting her?"
Akina Nakamori thought for a while, then suddenly thought of something, and ran into the recording studio with a blushing face, "Nobuo-san, you can try again."
Didn’t you just experience that kind of impact last night?
"When the Demei Hiroshima meets each other, it's like it's in slow motion."
"軽いめまい热うほどに I can't help but feel a little dizzy and my cheeks are slightly warm."
"When we meet each other, it's like slow motion."
"You are the one who catches your eye with the reflection in your eyes."
.......
Listening to Nobuo Fukuoka's singing this time, he really felt the feeling of first love in the singing.
“Mingcai sauce! Perfect!”
"Arigado~" After Akina came out of the recording studio, she slapped her face with her hand and thanked Nobuo Fukuoka for the compliment.
"Haha, who is Akina-chan thinking of?" Nobuo Fukuoka asked smoothly while smiling,
"Arnold, you can't tell Nobuo-san about this~ Haha, I'm going to the bathroom~" Akina refused with a smile, and then ran away.
Nobuo Fukuoka shook his head and focused on adjusting the audio track.
"Wait!" He suddenly remembered something, "It can't be that guy!"
