Nico said, “I’m just trying to hang up on you and force you to present yourself to me. What do you want me to tell you as a reason to break up, that I’m crazy jealous Dario?”
Mica’s eyshes fluttered slightly as she slowly raised her eyes to look at him, and Nico’s gaze was serious as hell, not half joking.
His deep pupils were filled with an unconscious depth of emotion.
Mica tugged at the corners of her lips, “Just because Kemena runs off and cheats on you you believe it? Nico, has it ever urred to you that you don’t believe Kemena, simply put, you’ve never trusted me?”
“Yes, I don’t believe Kemena, and I don’t believe you. But Mica, have you ever thought why I don’t believe you, you can’t even tell me I love you, how do you expect me to believe you.”
He can’t trust a girlfriend who doesn’t have him in her heart.
Mica’s eyes blushed slightly, she swallowed saliva, took a deep breath and said, “If love requires words, how can the mute love each other?”
She looked at him, her eyes soft but firm and persistent, and Nico momentarily froze.
Does she mean she loves him?
Nico’s back stiffened for a moment.
But Mica had already turned around and entered the tent while he was lost in thought.
Nico walked in after him with a firm step.
Mica carefully selecting the instant food products on the shelves.
Nico followed her and asked, “What you just said, repeat it.”
Mica said, “I said, if you want to make amends, pick me a star.”
Nico contained his emotion, his gaze filled with light, but his tone was cynical and powerful, “You women are trying to burn me to death, what’s wrong with asking for stars?”
“Then The Holy City for the July snowfall.”
“So polluting the environment is something you want me to -do- too? It’s not impossible if you want to.” Nico looked at her mockingly.
Mica blurted out, “Then it’s never too much to ask for it to rain red from the sky.”
“…”
Nico was silent for a moment, reached out to take her hand and said, “Not too much.”
Nico made a mental note to himself that if she ever got angry, he would go up to the sky and pick a star, make it snow in The Holy City in July and rain red from the sky, and she woulde to her senses.
But then, where did he know that he had plucked the stars, that The Holy City snowed in July, that it rained red from the sky, but she was in his world and had disappeared.
…
Mica returned to La Ciudad Santa with Nico after the filming of “Journey of Wonder”.
Within days of returning to The Holy City, she was in the thick of it.
Mica did not forgive Nico and they tacitly never mentioned the feud between them again, let alone dwelt on the issue of not reconciling where they were.
In April, Mica returned to the cast.
Still a big screen actress this time, Mica’s momentum has be unstoppable after her big break in ‘ck and White’, and although Nico said he was going to keep it under wraps for a while, there are still requests from capital and celebrity directors to work with Mica.
If it wasn’t for Nico holding down the fort, Mica would have even had a full workload this year, sleeping out of town for New Year’s Eve.
In the end, Nico doesn’t give up.
It’s okay to be his wife and shine, but it doesn’t have to be so exhausting.
Mica goes back to being a Cerro girl after being an Almazan girl.
Arranged by Celesta, Mica went to the casting of director Cerro’s Sin guerra por medio and stunned the Inte once again, bing the youngest actress in the history of cinema.
Cerro and Nico are unforgettable friends.
Cerro is the youngest Hollywood A-list director in the Nordic scene and has twice won the Academy Award for Best Director, in addition to other major awards. Cerro is a major yer in both the Hollywood and Nordic film scenes.
This time, he returned to Spain to make “No War in the Middle” and fulfill an unfulfilled dream of his youth.
No War in the Middle was filmed in Kittsu for another eight months.
Mica and Nico had not seen Nico since he returned to The Holy City from southern Africa in March, until he joined the cast of No War in the Middle.
And the year passed as quickly as if it were the blink of an eye.
Mica’s career is in a hectic period, but also in a period of rapid ascent. Celesta says she just has to seize this opportunity, work hard and finish well, win the Cannes award for best actress and, from there, she can do whatever she wants in the national film industry.
After all, Mica has all the acting skills, her face is beautiful and suitable for the international stage, she can be an A-lister or a queen, and she has a lot of spirit and a strong sense of form, so she is a good choice to go to Hollywood.
Mica has always been dedicated to her work, and she never dared to be reckless during the eight months of shooting, and her whole being is even more restrained.
During the eight months of shooting, Mica hardly ever yed with her cell phone on the set, not even during the break, even if she didn’t have the script in hand, she would let herself go and sit in a corner and think about her role.
Cerro would nce at her from time to time, smiling without saying a word, with a meaningful smile.
Eight months of shooting Sin guerra por medio, a big night shoot on the penultimate night before closing.
It only closed in the early hours of the morning.
Mica was in no hurry to call it a day and get ready to head back to the hotel.
I ran into Cerro on the way.
Cerro smiled and asked her, “Eight months of shooting and you haven’t contacted the prince? Are you really not afraid that another girl will steal him away from you?”N?velDrama.Org content.
Mica was stunned, she didn’t know that Cerro knew Nico, and she didn’t realize that Cerro referred to Nico as the prince.
Seeing her dumbfounded and frozen, Cerro smiled again and said, “While it is true that you are right for my leadingdy, and that you have not disappointed me in the eight months of shooting, and even surprised me by finding the right one, I found you thanks to the rmendation of that prince. That prince told me that I would regret not having used you.”
By now, Mica had already guessed who the prince Cerro was talking about was.
She hadn’t expected Nico to introduce her to Cerro.
In other words, Cerro had her in mind at the audition.
Cerro added, “But let’s not get overwhelmed, even though that prince introduced her to me and I wouldn’t have used her if she wasn’t really good, but I’m not going to deny that I used her partly because I trusted that friend’s vision. He’s a man who has never introduced me to an actress with such conviction, and you’re the first. You are the first. Anyone I can rmend with that much certainty can’t be that bad. ”
Mica asks, “Director Cerro and Mr. Nico, are they close friends?”
Cerro raised an eyebrow and wryly told her, “A long time friend. He was the only one who appreciated my first virgin film when it was in the doldrums and no one was buying it, but of course, maybe that friend didn’t appreciate it, he just thought he was going to make money and invested the full amount. Money made us good friends. Ate director like me, who spent the first half of his life being a wannabe, met him and thanked me for it.”
After saying that, and chuckling to himself, he followed with a flirtatious, “Of course, someone like you, who became famous before it was toote, wouldn’t understand the kind of mentality I have when I’m lucky enough to meet a borther in my middle age. It’s almost like kneeling before him.”
Mica couldn’t help butugh at Cerro’s style of cool humor, dark sarcasm and lyrical discontent and opinions about the times, both in his speech and in the film; the film is interesting and Cerro the man has a touch.
Mica had known Cerro for some time. Cerro had never made a virgin film until he was in his forties, when he suddenly came to the fore, but capital wasn’t buying the work of the new, older director, and Cerro’s work was notoriously grotesque, a genre that the bigwigs of the capitalist world didn’t eat up. Perhaps that’s when Nico became his mentor, and the two became friends.
But there are many directors who are not as good as Cerro, and many more who arete bloomers, where, as he self-deprecatingly puts it, you reach middle age without talent.
He is one of the few Nordic directors on Hollywood’s A-list.
After Cerro became the most prolific director in history with zero critical and box office failures, his life after forty was instantly like a hangover.
Mica has nothing but admiration for Cerro.
Mica looked up at the bright, round moon this evening and said with a faint smile, “Coincidentally, that friend of yours, he’s also my bourgeois.”
“Did he hunt you down for the movie industry?”
Instead of denying it, Mica took it back and admitted, “Although I still don’t know why he was so sure I could do well in this career, saying it was because he saw that I was pretty, but go figure why.”
Cerro gave a long “oh” and said, “He said I was quite ugly, and directors who are that ugly are usually talented.”
Micaughs, which is a very Nico reason.
“I’ve been watching you for eight months, and I thought you’d be on the phone with your friend every now and then when you came on set, but I didn’t catch you once. I thought that if I caught you, I would gloat and tell the prince that you had chosen a very unprofessional person to ckmail and ckmail him. But you were so industrious that I had nothing to say.”
Mica calmly replied, “It’s my fault for making you look the other way.”
Cerro finally nodded and muttered to himself, “I have to admit that friend has a good eye for picking people, like me, so do you.
I don’t know whether to congratte myself more, or Mica, or Nico.
When we got back to the hotel, Cerro called Mica and said, “If ‘Sin guerra de por medio’ breaks a billion dors at the box office and you win the Cannes award for best actress, you cane to Hollywood with me, I’ll be there and you’ll be in the movie.”
Cerro’s tone is calm, as if to say, “Look, it is a beautiful day for a day off and a rxing outing.
Mica’s eyshes fluttered.
She made her way to her room andy on her bed, her insides tossing and turning for a good while.
Dreams, surprisingly, cane true someday.
Hollywood.
That’s every big screen actor’s dream, isn’t it?
It was already within her grasp.
How could Mica refuse? She wasn’t the heroine of a Mary Sue novel, she was always a mere mortal.
The temptation before her was so great that it was worth putting everything aside for a while to pursue her dream.
It was a sleepless night.