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New York City, December 16th, 1985.
"I want to wake up, in a city that never sleeps..." Al whispering a piece of the lyrics from the song that accurately described the situation of this city.
The dusk was beautifully crafted the evening sky with cold fire and burning desire of New Yorker to fight God's fate with Edison's gift to humanity.
The darker it was, the brighter it is. The older the night, the more people didn't want to be caged.
Even the snow that descended unable to quell the thirst of these reporters who wanted to take part in the premiere of this film.
Although it was just a whispering wind, it reverberated enough to be heard to whoever was near his side inside the Film Society of Lincoln hall.
Everyone was amused after looking at overdressed Al, who wore a wool coat and armed himself to the teeth with winter garments like he was a Russian soldier in the middle of winter war.
Today is the premiere of his Godfather's new film. The eighth movie he directed exactly, titled
He blamed his Godfather who held the premiere in here, as he can't stand cold very well. He even underestimated the coldness of New York by only wearing a winter undershirt.
Luckily there's a reliable Jessica, his assistant who already knew that Al was underdressed since the day they landed here.
Oh how pissed he was after seeing her smug face, yup he can't really do anything right if she didn't arrange his schedule very well, time to get a raise, Jessie.
There was also a red-carpet walk on this premiere. The cast of this film, from Oprah Winfrey to Whoopi Goldberg, were bathing in the flashlight with their colorful and unique outfit.
As for the director, Steven Spielberg was more casual by being dressed in a black suit and bow tie, coming with his wife, Amy Irving.
When Al came with that winter clothing, he made every reporter stunned.
This was a rare case that someone has come wearing this kind of dress on a red carpet, and when they asked him about his choice of cloth, he just answered, "I friggin hate cold." He said while grinding his teeth.
Before he disappeared like a friend whose debt will be collected, Oprah and Whoopi asked him to get a photo together.
It's not every day to see someone broke the norm of the red carpet. For one, because they need to maintain their image.
As for Al's popularity had been soared since he played Marty McFly, as long as the news wasn't reported by big media such as NBC or Times, he worried a speck of dust.
Like a specter, he disappeared from reporters' vision and sighted inside the hall, still wearing that same thick coat. Even he was inside, he still felt the coldness crept into his feet
So far, the spotlight has been stolen again from the beautiful outfit of the cast to plain wearing Al.
Back inside the hall, after Al whispered those lyrics. Steven suddenly commented, "Looks like I'm not his favorite director anymore, right Martin?"
Martin Scorcese who was invited to this premiere laughed, the song that Al sang was a lyric from the film he directed called
Close to Al, it could be said that this was the army of elite soldiers. From 4 famed directors, executives of big seven, famous Hollywood celebrities, and socialites from California to New York were gathered around Steven, included Al.
"You were never, old man." Al teased.
Steven made a fake hurtful expression and made everyone got a little surprised, especially casts and actors.
Everyone who ever played in his film knew how strict Steven was, inside and outside the set. Now saw Steven was joking like this with his Godson gave out everyone another side of him.
"Not changing a little bit, right Frank?" Said a woman in her 30s.
"I told you so, Kathleen; although he has grown like a beanstalk, like Steven he is, he's still a kid inside." an old man said.
"Frank, Kathleen! God, I miss you both. It has been a while isn't it?" Al came over and hugged them both.
They were Frank Marshall and Kathleen Kennedy, the loyal producer of Steven Spielberg. The last time he met them was a few years ago, in Indiana Jones 2 premiere.
"Kathleen, Frank, are you having another film to shoot with Steven next year?" He whispered.
"Come on Al, let's go inside the theatre. And don't poach my producers please, they're the only one I have."
"Busted?" Frank laughed and patted his shoulder. Kathleen just smiled and stole a quick pinch to his cheek, she reminisced that he used to be so cute when he was 10 years old.
Although this Al is also cute, in other meaning of course. "We'll see to that Al, but of course ask Steven for permission first." She whispered.
"Aye-aye milady." He saluted her.
The premiere screening of
Not wanted to sound racist, but since
So, this time, most of the studios in Hollywood were racing to capture their market by shooting film with a black men themes or at least having one black man or woman in their film.
This film follows the life of Celie, a young black girl growing up in the early 1900s. At the age of 14, she was impregnated by her father, this movie follows her hardships in the next 30 years.
Starring Oprah Winfrey, Whoopi Goldberg, Danny Glover, and many more. This film was Steven Spielberg's transition film from summer blockbusters to a hard drama film, and it succeeds.
After the credit was rolling, a sound of applause was heard crowding the theatre.
Al also stood up to appreciate the beauty of his Godfather's film.
It was crafted beautifully until he almost didn't recognize that the one who made this was that Steven, the old man who can play Pokemon with him 'till midnight and even angry when he lost the battle.
Al saw Steven went up the stage with the rest of his crew and started to make a speech and answering all of the reporters' question.
This time, Steven seemed to be alert and careful when he was answering their question.
Obviously, because most of their question involved racially sensitive things.
Fortunately, he was able to answer all of their questions, and of course with help from everyone else in the cast who was more comfortable answering a racial question by using black related humor.
Al was the first one who left the theatre after Steven finished the speech.
Outside of the theatre, everyone especially women grabbed him to be taken their picture together with him by reporters.
After the banquet was over, he didn't forget to give the invitation to Steven, Amy, and his acquaintance for a Christmas celebration in Valhalla.
Before finishing his business in New York, he got another thing to check out.
The next day, on Tuesday at lunchtime precisely. He observed the place that was crowded with sharks, vipers, and vultures.
The Wall Street, rich overnight or poor in a second. For a hundred years, this place has been a center of the financial district.
Quick trivia, this place used to be a slave trade market by Dutch, before it was taken over by the British.
He found his way to the 50th floor of One New York Plaza, the southernmost skyscrapers in Lower Manhattan.
Nancy rented one whole floor and the most top of all of that. If he turned his head to the north, he could see the view of Manhattan who covered in snow from this height.
And if he turned his sight to the south, he could see Brooklyn in the southeast and Liberty Statues in the southwest.
"You like it? With your current net worth, we can purchase this building." Came Nancy's voice from behind.
He looked behind and saw Nancy in her work outfit, standing with her arms crossed to her bosom.
Like Mary, Nancy was in her early 30s, the golden age for a woman's beauty to shine. With her brunette hair tied to a ponytail, her skin was as white as a marble and glasses that almost hid her freckles.
"Your majesty, hereby I present you as the major shareholder of Nidavellir Investment." He bowed to her.
She rolled her eyes and scoffed, "Cut it out, not you too." She paused and sighed, "Forget it, I should've expected that you'll be the one who called me that first."
"Queen of Wall Street, I never expected it."
"Thanks to you jerk." She grabbed a paper from the table nearby, "Also, short selling Apple made us one of the major shareholders, holding 10% of them. Thanks to that terminator of course." She evilly smiled.
Terminator she mentioned was Steve Jobs. After Steve Jobs left Apple and create Xerox, many people who didn't like him released again a Times article that appeared in 1982, 'The Machine of the Year: The Computer Moves In' and in some articles started to badmouth him.
The first one about how badly he treated his friend and colleagues, the second was how he denied himself having a daughter, although the DNA-test quipped a 72% match he said, '28% of the male population of the United States could be the father.'
"Yeah, when Jobs out of Apple, the stock suddenly dropped to $15 per share. From now on, you can forget Apple, just make sure you maintain our shares at 10%, no more trading nor short selling from Apple. It would need 10 years for significant changes in Apple, maybe in the new millennium, we'll start again our operation."
Nancy nodded at his command, his prediction always accurate, she believed 100% in his judgment since then.
"Okay, for Japanese Yen, we were able to get at least ¥30 billion, the curve of Japanese Yen appreciation moved from $1=¥250 to ¥200, we could at least get $30 million in profit if we're able to exchange now. Our guys became crazy after he heard me said not to sell them." She smiled.
"Keep it that way, the true delight will happen in 1 or 2 years. I want to meet your guy, can I?"
"Follow me," She gestured to Al, and he followed her to the one of the section where he met with 2 people inside, one in his 30s neat suit, his brown hair combed to the back, a bit fat, and wore a glasses.
The other one still young, in his early 20s maybe, also wearing a suit, tanned, and unkempt hair but he can see the intelligence emanated from his eyes.
"Gentlemen, I introduce you, your secret boss, Alphonse Brandt, or you can say the Alien Boy."
"Nancy..." He groaned, "That was 4 years ago." He smiled to both of them, "Nice to meet you, gentlemen, as you heard before, just call me Al when we are alone, I don't really like formalities."
Both of them were flabbergasted, they didn't know that their boss was a celebrity, a kid especially.
All this time, Nancy always said to trust her boss in this thing, and follow his advice. They always wonder when they'll meet the genius minded boss of theirs.
The older one came to him first and shook his hand in excitement, "Morning Mr. Al, I like your movies very much, especially
He smiled at this man's enthusiasm, while the younger ones greeted him more calmly, but he could see the excitement in his eyes.
"Nice to meet you too Al, the name is Jordan Belfort, at your service."
His eyes went wide after hearing his name. Seeing his stunned face, Jordan Belfort became worried if his boss knew him from somewhere or maybe a bad encounter with him, but he didn't remember if he had met Al.
So he asked with a worried face, "Uhm, Mr. Brandt, do you know me from somewhere?"
"Ah, no forgive me, I think I ever heard your surname in one of the films but I didn't remember which ones." Nice save to him.
Jordan Belfort released his breath, "Fuh, I'm glad then, I thought we've met before and left you a bad impression."
"I hope it won't Mr. Belfort."
"Just call me Jordan, Sir, uh, Al."
Al just smiled but inside his heart, he wondered if there will be a film called
To Be Continued...
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