Bab 151: Chapter 151: Drunk
After a day of filming, Link trained for over two hours in the boxing ring rented by the crew and didn't return to the hotel until 7:30 pm.
After showering, Link chatted with Taylor on the phone for a while and then lay on the sofa, reading "Billboard" magazine.
His debut album "The Fighter," after being released for over two months, had all seven charting songs gradually pushed off the charts.
Among these seven songs, there was one championship single, and three songs made it into the top ten. However, the longest-lasting song on the chart was "Never Say Never." This lively and cheerful song stayed on the Billboard Hot 100 for eight weeks.
Currently, the album's total sales in the United States were 195.7 million copies, just a little short of double platinum.
Overseas sales were 2.74 million copies.
His debut album had global sales of over 4.7 million copies. "Billboard" magazine called him the best new artist of 2009 and expected him to secure the Grammy Award for Best New Artist in advance.
His single "Give Me Everything," released half a month ago, officially surpassed 2 million downloads on Amazon Digital Music Store and iTunes Music Store, with over 1.3 billion plays on American radio stations, becoming one of the hottest songs in the United States in March.
This song was also chosen as the theme song for "Transformers 2," with a copyright fee of $1.5 million.
Knock, knock, knock!
There was a knock on the door.
Link got up and opened the door. Amy Adams was standing outside, wearing a white tank top and striped shorts, revealing her fair thighs. Her freshly washed long curly hair was draped over her shoulders, emitting the scent of shower gel. She was holding a bottle of Scotch whisky.
"Link, want a drink?"
Amy Adams smiled, shaking the bottle in her hand.
"Sounds good."
Link smiled slightly and invited her in.
Before filming started, he and Amy Adams had chatted a few times. As they were both descendants of Italian immigrants, they had a lot of common topics to talk about. They were relatively familiar friends, and Link had even invited her to his parties.
"Are you reading magazines?"
Amy asked, looking at several magazines on the sofa.
"Yes, I have a lot of side jobs: boxing, music, movies. I usually need to know more about the industry trends, and reading magazines saves time."
Link took two glasses from the counter.
Amy sat cross-legged on the sofa, took the glasses, and said while pouring the wine, "You really do have a lot of different careers. It's rare that you do so well in every field. You're a world champion in boxing, and your album sold millions of copies as a singer. That's amazing."
Link smiled and thanked her, taking a glass of golden whiskey. Smelling the rich aroma, he said, "Amy, I have a low tolerance for alcohol. I usually only drink light beer. I can only have this one glass of whiskey with you."
"Really? You, a world boxing champion, can't drink?"
Amy Adams blinked in surprise.
"Yes, at most one glass of this kind of liquor."
"It's okay, cheers!"
Amy raised her glass, clinked it with his, and drank it all in one gulp. After finishing, she stuck her tongue out at him.
Link hesitated for a moment and drank a little less than half a glass, about 100g. It had a strong burnt aroma and a mellow taste.
He wasn't good at drinking before, and after practicing boxing, he rarely drank. He usually only had a little light beer and wine, and wasn't very interested in alcohol.
"How does it feel?"
Amy Adams laughed.
"Not bad, but I'm feeling a bit tipsy."
Amy Adams watched his face turn red and couldn't help but laugh. "Link, you're so strong, but you can't drink. No one would believe it."
"Everyone has weaknesses, and alcohol is one of mine."
Link shrugged.
Amy Adams smiled slightly and poured another glass. "How about another toast?"
Link reluctantly took another sip and felt a bit dizzy.
Amy Adams, on the other hand, drank it all in one go. The liquor flowed from her chin to her chest, outlining the shape of her bralessness. She looked slender and youthful, but there was a fleshy, mature womanly feel to her.
"Want to go over the script with me?"
Link said, holding the script on the table.
"This is our time to relax, okay?"
Amy Adams rolled her eyes at him and took the script from his hand. "Link, last time you said on the show that you could make women faint. Is that true?"
This topic was a bit suggestive, especially when it was just the two of them.
Link laughed. "Amy, is it appropriate for us to talk about this in private?"
"We're all friends, just chatting casually. Come on, tell me, is it true?"
Amy kicked him with her calf.
"Alright! It's true."
Link shrugged.
Amy stared at him for a moment, then bit her lower lip and asked, "I'm curious, can you let me experience it?"
"What?"
Link was a little surprised by her directness.
"Do you dare to try it with me?"
Amy blushed and sat on his lap, hugging his neck.
Suddenly, there was a warm, soft feeling in his arms, and his nose was filled with the scent of shower gel and a woman's body.
After drinking, his head was already a bit dizzy, and now it was even more chaotic. Reason and impulse were battling in his brain.
When Amy kissed him, the faint scent of alcohol and the wet touch made the desire and animal instinct suppressed deep inside him explode with a bang.
What happened next was like a very tiring dream.
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West Mountain Iron Mine, the very mine where he once worked.
In the West Mountain mining area, there was a 300-meter-high hill, completely gray and barren, with no vegetation.
Below the hill was the mine where Link had worked for three years.
In the dream, he returned to that mine, still the same little miner.
Every day, he pushed the dump cart, constantly transporting ore out.
One cart after another.
The cart full of ore was heavy, weighing four to five hundred pounds, and even heavier when going uphill to the entrance of the cave. Each time, he had to grit his teeth, muster all his muscles, and push forward with all his might to get the cart out of the cave's slope.
He pushed one cart after another, sweating profusely each time.
But he still persevered, gritting his teeth. To earn more money, he was always the most diligent miner in the mine.
Once, twice, a hundred times, two hundred times, a thousand times, two thousand times.
His arm and leg muscles began to tremble, and the dump cart in his hand creaked as if it was about to fall apart.
He could only hold onto the cart and continue running forward.
This was a private mine, and every extra trip meant the mining team could earn more money each day, and he could also get a bigger share. This was why he chose to persevere.
Three thousand, four thousand, five thousand times.
He didn't know how many trips he had made. His muscles were trembling, and he was exhausted. Finally, he collapsed in the mine.
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The next day, he woke up and opened his eyes. It was already 7:30 am, not the usual 6 am he woke up at every day.
He rubbed his forehead and smelled the fragrance on his hand, recalling some of last night's events. He called out Amy's name, but there was no response, and no one was in the quilt.
If it weren't for a few strands of golden hair on the quilt and some wrinkles and unknown liquid on the bedsheet, he would have thought last night was just a ridiculous dream.
"How are you?"
He sent a message, but got no response.
He got up for his morning run. Last night, he had been busy all night in his dream, but because of his special body, after a night's sleep, all his functions returned to normal. He felt refreshed, and his physical strength seemed to be a bit stronger than yesterday.
He ran 20 kilometers as usual and did ten sets of push-ups, ten sets of jumping rope, and ten sets of pull-ups in the gym.
At ten o'clock, he arrived at the set and was surprised to hear that Amy Adams had asked for leave. She had accidentally slipped in the bathroom last night and injured her hip and knee, needing three days of rest.
He sent another message, asking how she was doing and which hospital she was in.
Amy Adams still didn't reply.
Without the leading actress, the crew made temporary adjustments and filmed his scenes with Christian Bale first.
He and Bale were the male leads, with the most scenes in the crew.
Amy Adams, who was originally supposed to take three days off, didn't show up until the seventh day.
Perhaps she was scared. When she saw him, Amy was visibly panicked and didn't dare to look him in the eye.
When they filmed their scenes together, Director Russell called NG more than ten times before Amy gradually recovered and used her professional acting skills to overcome her distractions.
However, during their time on set, Amy avoided being alone with him unless necessary, and her eyes still held shyness and fear when she looked at him.
Link tried to find opportunities to apologize to her many times, but there were no chances.
He heard that she had a boyfriend, and he also had a girlfriend. To avoid misunderstandings, he didn't pursue the matter further.
It wasn't until he finished filming and was about to leave the set that Amy came to see him off, and he finally had the chance to apologize.
"You shouldn't drink anymore."
Amy Adams looked at him and said softly, hugging his waist.
"I know."
Link smiled slightly and waved goodbye to everyone in the crew.
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