Chapitre 138: **Chapter 138: Jessica's Invitation**
In the evening, the wooden cabin bar was loud with singing, and many people were dancing together. The "Honey" crew was hosting a wrap-up party there.
In a quiet corner booth, Luca held a drink, legs crossed, watching the distant dance floor filled with many hot girls.
Across from him, Billy was seriously reading a script. The more he read, the more his brow furrowed, and his face darkened.
"Billy, is there a problem with the script?" Luca asked, putting down his glass.
"Do you know what it tastes like to eat an apple after a melon?" Billy looked up, clearly annoyed.
Luca shook his head. "What does it taste like?"
"Tasteless!" Billy downed a glass of whiskey in one go.
Luca frowned, "Billy, what do you mean? Is the script good or not?"
"It's good, very good!" Billy gritted his teeth. "I originally thought 'Honey' was decent, at least a B-level musical film. But after reading your script, I suddenly realized how lacking 'Honey' is. My film, aside from street dancing, has thin main and subplots.
But your script? It's got the dreams of young people, the harsh realities of life, friendship, love, family, and career. It combines high-class ballet with cool street dancing. Every subplot is so rich and full.
Just based on the script alone, your story is way better than mine."
"Haha, thanks for the compliment!" Luca clinked glasses with him.
Billy snorted, "I was excited about wrapping up the movie today, but your script is like a bucket of cold water. I've lost all enthusiasm. You're such a jerk!"
Luca smirked, "Billy, you're overreacting. You can't really compare a script to a movie."
"I'm not overreacting!" Billy sighed softly, "When the media found out I was directing this movie, they questioned my ability, wondering if I'd turn it into an extended music video. I was so mad that I vowed to make a classic dance film to prove them wrong.
But as we finished filming, I realized I still relied on the safest, most familiar way to shoot. In many places, I couldn't break free from the music video style. Reflecting on it, I realized it's not just my lack of expertise; a lot of it also comes down to the script."
Luca nodded. The "Honey" script was honestly pretty average. If it weren't for Jessica's hotness and Billy's decent directing skills, the movie would've been a disaster.
"Billy, this is your first movie. You've done well enough. No need to be so hard on yourself."
Billy shook his head and picked up the script again, reading with a sigh.
"Billy, if you like it, you can take charge of this script," Luca offered.
Billy thought for a moment, "Let's wait. If 'Honey' does well at the box office, it'll be easier to get funding for a new project. But if it flops, do you think anyone would still want me as a director?"
"It'll be successful."
Billy was one of the most famous MTV directors in the U.S. music industry, having won several music video awards. He had a great talent for directing music and dance scenes.
Though the box office for "Honey" was mediocre, the VHS and DVD sales did very well, and the production company made a fortune, which is why Billy was brought back to direct the next two sequels.
But Billy had a point. It's easier to secure funding for a new project after making a successful film.
"Hey, Billy, Luca! There you are."
Jessica Alba walked over with a drink in hand.
After finishing her scenes earlier, she had gone back to change. Her long hair flowed down, and her blue short dress contrasted beautifully with her tanned skin, highlighting her sexy collarbone and slim waist. Under the lights, she looked stunning.
"Jessica, you look gorgeous tonight!" Luca said with a slight smile.
"Thanks!" Jessica smiled back, "Billy, why aren't you dancing? I remember you said you'd go crazy on the dance floor tonight. Everyone's waiting to see your moves."
"Not in the mood!" Billy shook his head, looking glum.
"Oh, what happened?" Jessica looked at Billy, then at Luca. Earlier, Billy had been in a great mood, almost like he was on something. Now, he seemed deflated.
Luca smiled, "Jessica, you know how men have a couple of bad days every month? Today's just one of Billy's."
"Haha~" Jessica laughed softly, covering her mouth with her glass.
"Damn it, Luca, this is all your fault! Why did you have to bring the script today of all days? We have plenty of time in the future. Why today?"
Billy grumbled angrily.
"No, no, Billy, your bad mood has nothing to do with the script. It's all the pressure you're under," Luca said, pointing toward the lively dance floor. "I think you should be out there dancing, letting loose, instead of sitting here drinking alone. It'll only make you more depressed."
"I don't belong here?" Billy snorted mischievously. "I get it. You saw Jessica come over and now think I'm in the way. Fine, fine, I'll go dance and leave you to flirt."
"Billy, I didn't mean that!" Luca said, embarrassed.
Billy waved him off and walked away, throwing a playful punch as he left.
Luca shrugged helplessly. That guy was impossible.
"Luca, were you discussing a script?" Jessica asked, looking at the script on the table.
"Yeah."
"Mind if I take a look?"
"Go ahead."
Jessica thanked him and started reading the script intently.
Luca leaned back in the booth, listening to the increasing noise from the dance floor.
Under the flashing lights, Billy was now in the center of the crowd, dancing wildly. The guy was a bit on the heavier side, and his moves weren't exactly graceful, but seeing the director join in got everyone excited.
Over a hundred people followed the beat, dancing HIP-HOP, Breaking, and Popping, turning the place into a dance explosion.
Even Luca couldn't help but move his shoulders to the rhythm.
"Luca, do you like dancing?" Jessica asked, still holding the script.
"It's alright. Street dancing is pretty cool," Luca replied, raising an eyebrow.
Jessica smiled, "Wanna dance with me?"
"I don't know how to street dance."
"It's easy. I'll teach you," Jessica said, standing up and moving her waist a little, ready to show off her moves.
"Sure, thanks!" Luca smiled as he stepped out of the booth.
**Shake it like a pom-pom, like a pom-pom
Shake it like a pom-pom, like a pom-pom**
The music blared, and everyone was dancing. Under the dazzling lights, the night deepened.
**End of Chapter**
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