Capítulo 3: In trouble
Hugo was sure that he must have been overwhelmed by the confusion just now, and as a result, he ran into the ladies' restroom. But was there someone in the restroom before? Hugo found himself not paying attention at all, if anything ...
First, he became the first actor in the history of Golden Raspberry Awards to personally attend the award, and then cried bitterly and with gratitude to receive the most humiliating trophy of his career as an actor, and then hid in the ladies' bathroom for nearly half an hour ... Hugo felt deeply sad, no matter what the situation was before he crossed over, but now it was clear, these conditions had to be borne by him.
With a deep breath, Hugo quickly opened the restroom cubicle door and then immediately saw the sturdy man standing next to it. Six feet two inches or so, with at least two hundred pounds, a kind of titanic aura on the face. The pair of ice blue eyes was still the most vivid impression left in Hugo's mind. This was Joseph Gibbs, the nominal manager of the previous Hugo.
Hugo found that his line of sight was basically parallel to Joseph, but a little lower, then that meant he was at least six feet tall. With his sight turning slightly upward, Hugo saw Joseph cast a probing look. He couldn't help but become somewhat embarrassed, so he turned his eyes to the right where makeup mirror was. Although he knew that he crossed over, and the man called Joseph in front of him was the first person he met after crossing, but strictly speaking, he and Joseph were still strangers, so he simply didn't know what to say. What's more, if he said some nonsense and Joseph identified something wrong with his character, it would definitely not play out well.
Hugo's eyes shifted to the makeup mirror, and he saw his current appearance, not the one he remembered, nor any of the famous actors he remembered, but a really unfamiliar face.
The well-defined facial lines were full of the characteristic ruggedness of Westerners, but not the chiseled Greek god-like harshness, as there was a bit of Oriental softness to it. The shallow brown eyes could easily draw attention, the haziness and mystery in them were all hidden in a pool of amber, and they seemed to be intoxicated by not really, as if it were blue lake and green hills caught in the spring drizzle. Under the creamy yellow light of the bathroom, there was a faint halo reflected in his pupils that could make anyone's heart beat faster. The thick and jet-black eyebrows that were slick submerged quietly into the temples while long and prominent eyelashes and the tall bridge of the nose together outlined a clear three-dimensional profile, setting off Hugo's pair of peach blossom eyes making them them even more profound and captivating.
Hugo froze. This was really a very handsome face, although it is said that there are countless handsome men and beautiful women in this world, relying on beauty to make oneself a name in Hollywood isn't really surprising. Hugo just received the worst actor award on the stage of Golden Raspberry Awards, and although not glamorous, but he definitely wouldn't ignore the "lead actor" part, which meant that the original owner of this body at least mixed in Hollywood enough to land that role. He can be sure that the face should have a lot of credit in that, but Hugo tried searching in his own memory and he didn't really find the actor's figure, it seemed that he was only a vase type of actor.
Hugo upon this face reveal immediately showed a surprised expression and by intentionally moving his eyebrows slightly to the middle, he realized that the owner of this face was now himself. Being shocked by his own handsomeness, this idea was really too crazy. Hugo couldn't help but pat his cheeks. A slight tingling came over and with it the sense of reality.
In fact, on the face alone, everyone's aesthetic point of view was different, thus everyone's definition of handsome and beautiful was also going to vary. The beautiful face here won't make it beautiful there. But the point was, this new face of his had a natural presence, as if a magnet attracting people's attention - including Hugo's own.
The smooth-lined chin ended with a scruff, which made the thin lips that were slightly pressed look very soft. The so-called "five o'clock shadow" interestingly combined with dark blonde hair which was shorter than the full length of the eyebrows, and because of Hugo's running back and forth, it lost its original shape, and now was casually and lazily drooping over. Everyone could see that those were naturally curly hair, but not the extremes one, only slightly curved with an arc. It all added some level of spontaneity, and coupled with a retro temperament, this face had something indescribably mesmerizing. Every pull of the muscle on this face could tug on one's heartstring, people simply couldn't look away.
This was himself? Hugo let out a long sigh. How come he still felt that it was unreal, even if the sting on the cheek still remained.
"What are you doing? Are you going to wait for the reporters to swarm over and guard you at the door of the ladies' restroom, and then add another bit of anecdote to tomorrow's headlines?" Joseph looked at the frothing Hugo, obviously unable to understand, and then he looked helplessly at the bathroom door; things had gone off track this evening, and they had to go back first. He just hoped that people would focus their attention on the 49th Golden Globe Awards, which would kick off tomorrow.
Hugo brought his eyes back to Joseph and paused for a moment, "Oh, I'm just feeling a little dizzy, and, well, I'm really sleepy." This was not an excuse as Hugo immediately let out a big yawn. Since the time he came to his senses, he had felt tired, and his head was so heavy that he had no ability to process information. Just now, he was so overcome with joy from "getting on stage at the Midi Rock Awards ceremony" that he didn't realize it, but now that he became aware of the fact that he had crossed over, the exhaustion all over his body started to set in. "What happened to me earlier? Why did I pass out in the... restroom?"
Hugo's words seemed to have offended Joseph, his face immediately sank and said grumpily, "You should be glad that you just came to your senses and were not taken directly by Harry to heaven to meet Jesus."
Seeing Joseph's terrible expression, Hugo finally understood, "I, you mean ... drugs?" Hugo was so shocked that he could barely use the first person pronoun. The previous owner's life was so thrilling, with everyone avoiding the notorious Golden Raspberry Award, yet he even took drugs at the backstage of the award ceremony. Overdosing and passing out was a clear signal to all the reporters: "Hey, I've got plenty of scoop here, come quickly!"
No wonder Joseph kept asking if he was still high earlier. Big Harry was a slang for heroin. No wonder everything appeared hazy when he became sober and his emotions were so intense. This reminded Hugo of the young and famous Lindsay Lohan and Macaulay Culkin, who lost themselves in Hollywood's glamorous lifestyle and eventually faded into obscurity. This body probably also succumbed to the same fate and ended up giving this flesh shell to him from different time and space. It was not surprising that this actor who had such a great potential, failed to achieve success later. He destroyed his own future.
Drugs, during the ten years of rolling in the underground rock music scene, Hugo had seen many people rise to fame while immersed in the world of drugs, only to fall and be lost forever in the black sea of poppies. Even talented geniuses coulnd't escape the clutches of drugs. The first guitarist of the band, Zhang Xiaoye, who was proud to his death, lost his life to drugs. Hugo was with Zhang Xiaoye when he entered the world of ecstasy and endured endless pain before finally falling asleep and never waking up again. The vitality of life bloomed like fireworks before disappearing forever.
Thinking of this, Hugo shuddered involuntarily. After crossing over, this was the first time he felt so real that he was still alive. Although he still hadn't fully adapted to the strange environment and unfamiliar flesh after crossing over, he was still alive, which was something to be grateful for.
"Yes, I should be grateful." Hugo took a deep breath and said, "I must quit this damn thing." Hugo murmured some and although he was whispering, but only English came out of the mouth. Hugo could feel that he was integrating into the world bit by bit.
Joseph heard Hugo's muttering, but sneered and laughed, clearly not believing in Hugo's determination. "Let's go. If you don't want to deal with those pesky tails, you must be quick."
Hugo was stunned. It took several seconds to reflect that Joseph was talking about the paparazzi. Although he still felt sore all over his body, it was only a physical feeling. His mental health was completely fine, so he soon followed Joseph's footsteps after he got up.
After leaving the restroom, Hugo only had time to take a look at the hotel's corridor and did not have more time to visit the first Oscars venue. This made Hugo a little reluctant. He had not traveled abroad in his 25 years of life, and the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel was in Los Angeles. Hugo was willing to stay and visit it like a tourist, but Joseph's urging gaze made him quicken his pace and enter the elevator, closing the retro atmosphere of the corridor outside the iron door.
Hugo and Joseph stood silently in the elevator, with no one speaking. Joseph thought that Hugo had not yet fully recovered from his excitement, so he was behaving abnormally; Hugo did not know what to say, for fear of saying something abnormal, so he could only obediently keep his mouth shut.
However, the silence lasted for less than a minute. When the elevator stopped on the first floor of the basement, a dazzling flash came in as soon as the elevator door was opened. Hugo closed his eyes subconsciously. The light made induced a headache, and he knew it must be a product of that damned drug, but he was helpless.
Peeking through hands that obscured his vision, Hugo saw that people were crowding forward and he was forced to take a step back from the elevator. He loudly asked, "Mr. Lancaster, not only have you been nominated for the Golden Raspberry Award three times in two years, but you also became the first actor to receive the award at the ceremony. Is there a special reason for this? Were you crying on stage just now for some hidden reason? Your acceptance speech shows that you have a special affection for this award, is this true?"
The trouble was not over yet, damn reporters ...
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