I’m in Hollywood

Eric also quickly learned the identity of Becky Murphy. This woman, who is about the same age as Catherine, is now a lecturer at Columbia University. When two people were still students in the same dormitory, they would only have a big difference in personality. Become a good friend. ∑

Out of the auditorium, the auditorium was already at 6 pm. Eric and Catherine were going to leave, but they were taken to her house by Becky Murphy, and they couldn’t get rid of them. The two had to obey.

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

"Eric, I have been with Catherine for a long time. You should be careful. Don't look at her as a very gentle woman, but the bones are full of violent factors." At dinner, I drank a few glasses of red wine. Qi Murphy’s words began to increase.

"I haven't found out yet, how do you know?" Eric asked curiously.

Catherine made a look of helplessness.

Becky Murphy put down the goblet and looked at Catherine, as if she was consulting a woman, but soon said: "Don't tell her movie, when we are all students in Colombia, many people I found this. There was a painting class..." Becky Murphy said, stretching his arms and saying, in a slightly exaggerated tone, said: "With such a large piece of paper, she painted on it. It was such a **** thigh that scared people."

"Becky, that is obviously not a thigh, I remember I explained. It is an arm." Catherine retorted reluctantly.

"Ah. I always thought it was a thigh," Becky Murphy widened his eyes and immediately said: "But what is the difference? Anyway, it is bloody. I have been worried with Pat. You will not be split, suddenly become a female devil when we are not prepared, and take a knife to kill us."

"I want to sew your little mouth now." Catherine glanced at Becky.

The people on the table laughed.

Throughout dinner time, Becky Murphy has been telling Catherine's interesting things in Brabala, and Eric's perception of women has become more specific. It wasn't until 9 pm that Eric and Catherine came out of Becky Murphy's house, and Eric's car had stopped at the entrance to Becky.

After the two got into the car and bid farewell to the Betsy Murphy couple, the car quickly drove to Broadway.

After driving for more than ten minutes, Eric saw the woman sitting next to her hand licking her forehead and asked with concern: "Is it too much, some dizzy?"

Catherine nodded. "It doesn't matter. It's fine to go back to rest for a while."

Eric greeted the driver to stop and open the door. Although Catherine was a little curious, she followed and walked down the street in Manhattan night. The cold air quickly made Catherine feel a little more comfortable.

"When you walk for a while, it will be better," Eric said, taking the lead to the road.

The bodyguard drove in the car without hesitation, and 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, did not say too much.

When passing by a street, Eric saw a group of young people around the door of a ballroom, and his mind moved and pulled the woman next to him: "Let's go there and see?"

Catherine glanced at it and just wanted to shake her head and say it, but I saw that Eric had already turned into the alley, and hesitated, and the woman followed.

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

Eric and Catherine walked side by side through the crowd and came to the chain that intercepted the guests. Eric was about to communicate with the guards, let them in, and stood in the suit with the hands behind and took a look at the two men. The guards lifted the chin and the guard took off the chain and signaled the two to enter.

After storing the coat, the two walked deep into the long corridor. Eric looked at the woman beside him and curiously asked, "You are not going to be the first time?"

Catherine nodded: "I have never been to this place."

Eric smiled: "In fact, me too."

Still not in the hall, Eric and Catherine heard the sound of the music, came to the door of the hall, in the flashing lights, the two saw countless men and women danced with music on the dance floor, although outside The temperature is at zero, but most of the women in the hall are wearing exposed clothing, and many men are also naked, revealing large swaths of tattoos.

Catherine saw this scene, obviously not fit: "If we go back, it is already more than nine o'clock."

"Since it is here, sit for a while," Eric said, stretching his hand and walking towards the bar.

Catherine felt that her hand was suddenly caught by Eric Carat, and she quickly broke free of it. She slammed Eric and warned: "No."

"Well," Eric smiled. Although the woman said so, he didn't see too much disgust from her eyes.

With twice the whisky, Eric sat down with a woman in a corner of the sofa.

"I am crazy, I will come to this place with you," Catherine sat down beside Eric, habitually straightening her waist, her eyes curiously looking at the crazy dancing crowd on the dance floor.

"I haven't been here before. It's hard to imagine that you have never been to this place. Have you lived here for many years?"

"Some people won't do anything in their lives, even if they are close to them."

"Oh, I understand," Eric glanced at the woman's face, which looked less than thirty years old. If Catherine couldn't maintain a restrained attitude to life, it must be another look, and the dance hall. The place is undoubtedly the most erosive place.

Eric sipped his whiskey in his hand, and Eric suddenly asked: "I remember that there was a ‘disco is getting out’ campaign more than a decade ago, you know?”

Catherine nodded. "The Betsy, they just pulled me to see the game. I didn't expect the midfield. Someone lit a lot of disco records. Later, the young people on the street didn't know why, they changed their prints. In the 'disco-sucks' t-shirt, many discotheques were closed during that time." (To be continued, please search for astronomical literature, the novel is better updated faster!