America: Child stars start with The Shining

Charles saw a middle-aged woman standing with her arms crossed in a very assertive manner in front of a girl wearing sunglasses. The two women looked about 70-80% alike.

It is Jodie Foster, and her mother, Evelyn, who is also her agent.

Evelyn sighed, placed her hand on Judy's shoulder, and softened her tone slightly as she said:

"Listen, baby, you're a child star now, it's perfectly normal to encounter fan harassment. Just ignore it, and it will be fine."

Judy abruptly slapped the other person's hand away, her voice trembling uncontrollably as she said:

"WTF!? How can you say that so easily?"

"He knows where I work! He knows where I'll be every day! Do you know what that means?"

Evelyn's expression stiffened slightly, but she quickly recovered and calmly said:

"Those kinds of people aren't that bold. They only write letters; they don't dare to actually do anything."

"How do you know you won't!"

Judy yelled, losing control of her emotions, and in a fit of anger turned and left.

boom!

Before Ciel could react, the two collided.

He subconsciously touched his head and looked up at the girl who was much taller than him.

Judy is currently going through puberty, and just now, Ciel felt like he had bumped into a ball of cotton candy, soft and sweet.

He took a few steps back, creating a safe distance between himself and the other person, and whispered:

"I'm sorry... Are you alright?"

It's a bit embarrassing to eavesdrop on someone's conversation and then get caught.

Judy was also knocked off balance and staggered slightly. After regaining her footing, she adjusted her brown sunglasses, her expression turning somewhat cold.

She had lost the previous pair somewhere and couldn't find it after searching for a long time. Fortunately, the brand she endorses sent her many new styles.

She had just finished arguing with her mother and was already in a bad mood. Just as she was about to speak, she looked down and realized that the person in front of her was just a little kid.

She's quite...cute. Since she's on a Hollywood film set, she's probably a child star, but she doesn't remember her.

She had no recollection of ever seeing Charles once before at the coffee shop, and that pair of black sunglasses was still on him.

Judy stared at him for a few seconds, her gaze hidden behind her sunglasses, so Charles couldn't see clearly, but he felt a chill run down his spine.

In his past life, he remembered that the other person was always gentle. Although he was somewhat rebellious, he shouldn't be the kind of person with a bad temper.

"Judy! Come back here!"

Evelyn's voice came from behind.

Upon hearing this, Judy immediately turned her head away and quickly left without saying a word.

Her dissatisfaction was directed only at her mother and the fan who was harassing her; she wouldn't take it out on a stranger, especially a child—that's not her style.

Charles breathed a sigh of relief, then suddenly froze on the spot, not even noticing Evelyn hurrying past him.

A notification sounded in his mind.

[Special mission triggered: The Troubles of a Child Star.]

Jodie Foster is being harassed by a crazed fan and is worried about her safety. Perhaps you could try to help her resolve this issue.

[Mission Objective: Gather information about the fan and get Judy to accept your help.]

[Reward: Ray-Ban Sunglasses Lost by Child Star (Upgrades the item's grade, attributes, and affix effects)]

Charles remained silent for a moment.

This matter is not simple. He originally did not want to get involved because he was likely to encounter life-threatening danger.

That fanatical fan was most likely the ruthless person who later dared to assassinate Reagan.

This guy's harassment of Judy lasted for many years. In later generations, there is a word that can accurately describe this kind of person: a perverted stalker.

Charles sighed softly; he had no desire to be targeted by the other party.

However, the reward for this task is indeed too tempting; perhaps we should try to test it out first.

Thinking about this, he suddenly realized a problem.

Wait, why would a six-year-old do such a dangerous job?

System, how can you be so heartless!

......

the next day.

A group of actors crammed into Kubrick's makeshift office, each holding a newly printed copy of the script.

The group exchanged glances, looking at each other with expressions of helplessness.

This was the first time they had ever seen a director revise the script immediately after the first day of filming. Wasn't that just torture?

"Stop making those gloomy faces. Script revisions happen all the time. You don't want to find out you made a terrible movie only after filming is finished, right?"

Kubrick sat at a typewriter, his tone as forceful as ever. He reached out and grabbed some scattered manuscript papers from the table, waving them in front of everyone.

After filming ended yesterday, he suddenly had a burst of inspiration and worked through the night to overturn many of the original plot structures and reorganize this new version of the script.

To this end, he even called the original author, Stephen King, at 3 a.m. to ask for his opinion, and as a result... the two had a huge argument.

Kubrick still doesn't understand why the other party is angry, but that doesn't matter, since the adaptation rights are in his hands and everything is based on his ideas.

Charles was also in the office, sitting between Jack and Sherry, silently flipping through the script.

After filming that scene yesterday, he clearly felt that the two people seemed to like him a lot.

She clearly wants to be a talented child star with great acting skills, so why is it that her cute face is more popular?

At that moment, Jack suddenly leaned close to his ear and whispered teasingly:

"Hey little guy, there are a lot more scenes between us in the new script, tsk tsk, I won't have the heart to be harsh on your cute face."

Charles couldn't help but sigh. "Stop spouting this useless nonsense. You'll be crazier than anyone else once you get the axe."

He has a deep impression of that famous scene that has been adapted and parodied countless times.

After hearing Kubrick's instructions, everyone left the room one after another. It was estimated that today's filming could not proceed as scheduled, and everyone would have to spend time familiarizing themselves with the new script.

Before leaving, Charles couldn't help but glance back at the typewriter.

Ding!

[Equipable items have been found.]

[Title: The Typewriter Favored by the God of Cinema (Epic)]

[Original owner: Stanley Kubrick]

[Attributes: Focus +40%, Script Structure Control +50%, Creativity +80%]

[Entry: Global Perspective (Passive)]

[Effect Description: Each script revision yields more inspiration; after accumulating 5 revisions, the script content is elevated, significantly enhancing the depth and completeness of the plot.]

[Requirement: Gain Kubrick's genuine approval.]

This was the first time Sharl had witnessed the effects of epic-level equipment, but unfortunately, he was far from meeting the requirements to acquire it with his current abilities.

He could only watch helplessly as the typewriter gradually disappeared from his sight.

"Ciel! I've finally found you!"

He had only taken a few steps out the door when he saw a figure rushing towards him.

Charles raised an eyebrow.

The person who arrived was Ovitz, and his expression clearly looked a little off.

"This is a very bad situation."

"I've been trying to get you some gigs for the past few days, but WMA snatched them all up."