BIG NIGHT
Starring: Susan Sarandon
had stopped to enjoy the embrace of the public for years. For this, arriving at the awards ceremony, she walked the red carpet holding the center, avoiding contact, protected by security.
The young fellow behind him was instead given to the fans, throwing in the walls of the hands, face, lips stretched " is fantastic," laughed at, "I'm very hot, it seems that you want to eat! "" Actually, maybe someone has tried, "he winked his companion," I swear I heard a bite. "
The casino was started later. "And the best actor is ... George Clooney, for Walking with Africa. "
the usual, the jury can not resist the wrenching stories to humanitarian background. Susan, tense, had wondered if you had some hope with a goddamn romantic comedy, and if he had better choose a role to Dr. Haute heroic post-earthquake or some shit like that.
George stood up, beaming, and he had kissed his wife passionately. Maybe even too much. After half a minute Susan, from the seat side, he murmured, half-heartedly: "Shit, George, detached, it is becoming embarrassing," had been hit by a red spray. George broke away, and had brought along his lower lip of the girl. All buildings were left, while Oscar winner tore shreds from the neck of his girlfriend. Then people had moved all together, and Susan had run away, walking on those who fell. Came at the fifth had climbed the ladder of technical highlights.
From what was on the scaffold? About ten hours, maybe. Now the mass is moving slowly. He recognized Sandra Bullock - half of his face had remained intact - and the Indian in the running for the foreign film, rummaging in the belly of what looked like Michael Moore.
His muscles were about to give way. Susan looked at her arms stretched out beneath her and inhaled. Then he jumped into the crowd meal, like old times.
