Spielberg didn't know, but Lucas was a different kind of person from him. In some sense, Lucas and William White were the same type of people; they preferred to play life as a game.
Those so-called careers were just means and tools for these guys, definitely not their end goals.
The long award ceremony was over, and William White, empty-handed, was off to his next stop.
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You could say that the mayor was quite unlucky. He tried to avoid clashing, yet ended up in quite the fix.
For a Black man to reach this position wasn't easy at all. This so-called charity ball really had to be considerate to people.
William White had a lot of assets in Los Angeles, and he definitely needed various support. The troubles from regulatory bodies were driving him nuts.
"Welcome, Mr. White."
"My pleasure, Mr. Bradley."
William White was quite the charity guru, often interacting with this guy. After all, you have to make a living on their turf, so you couldn't appear too stingy.
If, previously, Tom Bradley was a bit considerate of this guy, now he needed significant attention. It wasn't just a rising newspaper tycoon but a potential media mogul.
Most importantly, this guy clearly had no stance, entirely playing it by ear.
The party had loads of guests, many directly from the awards, some even without time to change outfits.
Parties of this caliber were generally contentless, so you'd just discuss the weather. You could've talked about the Oscars, but unfortunately, it was a topic that might embarrass many, like William White.
Of course, self-deprecating was fine, but if others said it, it would be impolite.
"May I have this dance?" At this moment, someone spoke up suddenly. Well, it was quite untimely, but so what? That gal was always like that.
"Of course, Miss Kinski. It's my pleasure."
The girl next to him was a bit jealous. Thankfully, the occasion was special, so it wasn't suitable for petty squabbles. If it were in a bar or dance hall, there'd be drama.
William White put on a dignified appearance, very gentlemanly placing his hand on the girl's slender waist. Mind you, you shouldn't hold too tight; keep some distance, but not too far either, as that would be impolite.
William White played with these noble etiquettes from a young age. No difficulty there; when he acted foolish, it was intentional, not lacking education in this regard.
"Miss Kinski, is this to comfort a disappointed soul?"
"You don't count. I'm the real disappointed one, having to start over. It's truly tough."
Oh, planning to jump ship, huh? Battle-hardened William White knew exactly what she meant with such a clear hint.
"Is that so? I just happen to have a movie casting. If you're interested, come to my office tomorrow."
"You're such a good man."
Geez, what a seductress.
William White stiffened; the sensation from her touch was unique. If it weren't for the good meals lately, he might've just saluted.
Music began playing at that moment. Since they were the first onto the dance floor, other guests stayed put, curious to see how their dance skills were.
William White's tango was very good, good enough for international competitions, and today's scene was utterly insufficient.
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"Tsk, our junior has this skill too?"
"Yeah, lucky chap."
"Are you talking about Kinski? Couldn't be that fast?"
"Haha, Spielberg, you're already old. My word, that boy can dance well."
Nastassja's dancing skills were naturally excellent. She never expected the other party to be adept, utterly surpassing her level.
As the song ended, thunderous applause erupted on-site. It wasn't just polite clapping; their skills genuinely earned it.
Having achieved her goal, Nastassja didn't cling to this guy any longer. Her demeanor was completely different, now with a cold and haughty face.
As for what might happen in the future, many old folks were guessing nastily. As for the old scoundrel who fled to Europe, nobody cared about his thoughts.
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"Well, just as expected, the old guy's pistol's not working," William White thought to himself, holding a pretty girl in his arms.
Alright, it was the typical cat-and-mouse game. What happens next depends on how you handle it, as we're all adults here.
The girl wasn't naive either. Though the experience was nice, she's not easy to take advantage of. Now she's had it -- she can barely walk.
The lead actress for the new movie was chosen. When people saw the cast list, there were mixed reactions -- lecherous, disdainful, and dissatisfied -- but none of that mattered.
No one said anything obnoxious, not even the shameless tabloids. There's no need for it. A single guy and a single girl getting together isn't a big deal, is it?
As for Roman Polanski hiding in Europe, it's no wonder he feels cheated. Running away like that is really despicable.
With one escapee, anyone else trying to get bail will face much higher costs. If people keep ducking out, the judge can't handle it either.
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