I’m in Hollywood - Chapter 404

[Chapter 401 Disco Get Out]

Eric also quickly learned the identity of Betsy Murphy, a woman about the same age as Katherine who is now a lecturer at Columbia University. The two were classmates in the same dormitory back then, so only when there was a big difference in personality would they be good friends.

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it was already six o’clock in the afternoon when they walked out of the auditorium where the lecture was held. Eric and Catherine planned to leave, but they were dragged by Becky Murphy to visit her house.

Betsy Murphy’s home is in a small apartment on the Upper West Side. Her husband, Charlton Hawkins, is also a teacher at Columbia University. The two have been married for six years, but have no children.

“Eric, you have been with Katherine for a long time, you have to be careful, don’t look at her as a very gentle woman, but she is full of violence in her bones.” During dinner, after drinking a few glasses of red wine, Bei Qi. Murphy’s words began to increase.

“I haven’t discovered this yet, how did you know?” Eric asked curiously.

Catherine made a helpless look.

Betsy Murphy put down the goblet and glanced at Katherine, as if asking for a woman’s opinion, but quickly said, “Don’t talk about her movies, when we were both students at Columbia, many people I found this out. There was a painting class…” Betsy Murphy said, stretched out her arms, and said in a slightly exaggerated tone: “She drew on such a large piece of paper. It’s scary to have such a bloody thigh.”

“Betsy, it’s not a thigh, I remember explaining it. It was an arm.” Catherine retorted helplessly.

“Ah. I always thought it was a thigh,” Betsy Murphy’s eyes widened, and then she said again: “But what’s the difference, anyway, it’s all bloody things, me and Pat and the others have always been worried , will you have a split personality, suddenly become a female devil when we are not prepared, and pull out a knife to kill us all.”

“I want to take your word now.

Everyone at the table laughed.

During the whole dinner time, Betsy Murphy kept telling the interesting stories of Catherine in Brabladi, and Eric’s cognition of women became more specific.

It was not until nine o’clock in the evening that Eric and Catherine came out of Betsy Murphy’s house, and Eric’s car had been parked at the gate of Betsy unknowingly.

The two got into the car, and after saying goodbye to Betsy Murphy and his wife, the car quickly drove to Broadway.

After the car drove for more than ten minutes,

Eric saw the woman sitting next to him stretched out his hand and rubbed his forehead lightly, and asked with concern: “Did you drink too much and feel dizzy?”

Catherine nodded: “It’s okay. Go back and rest. It

‘ll be fine in a while.”

Eric beckoned the driver to stop and opened the door.

Although Catherine was a little curious, she walked down and stepped on the streets of Manhattan at night. The cold air quickly made Catherine feel a little more comfortable.

“Walking for a while will make you feel better,” Eric said, walking to the curb first.

The bodyguard drove the car and followed the two of them in a hurry. Eric and Catherine walked side by side on the street, watching the shops on both sides of the street and the traffic on the road, and didn’t say much.

When passing an alley, Eric saw a group of young people gathered around the door of a dance hall. His thoughts moved, and he pulled the woman next to him: “Let’s go there and see?”

Catherine glanced at it, just now He wanted to shake his head and say forget it, but saw that Eric had turned into the alley, hesitated, and the woman followed.

This is a disco, perhaps because the ballroom was too full, the guards at the door did not put all the young people outside.

Eric and Catherine walked through the crowd side by side and came to the chain that intercepted the guests. Eric was about to communicate with the guards and let them in. The man in a suit who was standing with his hands behind his back looked at the two of them. Lifting his chin towards the guard, the guard took off the chain and motioned for the two to enter.

After depositing their coats, the two walked deep into the long corridor. Eric glanced at the woman beside him and asked curiously, “Isn’t this your first time here?”

Catherine nodded: “I I’ve never been to such a place before.”

Eric smiled: “Actually, so am I.”

Before entering the hall, Eric and Catherine heard the loud music and came to the door of the hall, where the lights were flickering. In the middle, the two saw countless men and women dancing happily to the music on the dance floor. Although the temperature outside was below zero, most of the women in the hall were wearing revealing clothes, and many men were also topless, revealing large areas. tattoo.

Catherine was obviously a little uncomfortable seeing this scene: “Why don’t we go back, it’s past nine o’clock.”

“Since you’re here, let’s sit for a while,” Eric said, stretched out his hand to hold the woman, and walked towards the bar go.

Catherine felt that her hand was suddenly caught by Eric, and quickly broke free, glared at Eric and warned: “Don’t do this.”

“Okay,” Eric smiled, although the woman said so, he But she didn’t see much disgust in her eyes.

Asking for twice the whisky, Eric led the woman to an vacant sofa in the corner and sat there.

“I’m really crazy, UU reading www.sonicmtl.com would come to a place like this with you,” Catherine sat down beside Eric, straightening her waist habitually, but looked curiously at the frantic dancing on the dance floor crowd.

“I’ve never been here before. It’s hard to imagine that you haven’t been to a place like this. Haven’t you lived here for many years?”

“Some people never do certain things in their lives, even if they’re close to them. ”

“Oh, I see,” Eric glanced at the woman’s face that looked less than 30 years old. If Catherine couldn’t maintain a restrained attitude towards life, it would definitely be a different look now. The place is undoubtedly the most abrasive place for the body and mind.

Taking a sip of the whisky in his hand, Eric suddenly asked: “I remember more than ten years ago, there seemed to be a ‘disco get out’ movement, you know?”

Catherine nodded: “That time Becky and the others

I happened to be dragging me to watch the game, and I didn’t expect that someone would set a lot of disco records in the middle of the game. Later, for some unknown reason, all the young people on the street changed into t-shirts with ‘-‘ printed on them. During that time, a lot of The discos are closed.” (To be continued..)u

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