"It's a wonderful night, isn't it?" The guest presenter walked up from backstage. He was in his early forties and had a full beard. The famous screenwriter, William Nicholson, came up to the microphone and made his opening remarks with a smile. "Of course, every Oscar night is wonderful, especially when we win the Oscars. I bet that it's much more enjoyable than listening to some guy who can only touch the trophy when he's hosting. "
"Hahaha …" Laughter rang out. It was interesting to see Crystal being teased.
"This is discrimination, and I reserve the right to protest, William." Cristal, who was standing below the stage, immediately folded his arms and looked at Nicholson on the stage, pretending to be greatly hurt.
Unfortunately, Nicholson did not even look at him and continued to say to the guests, "As we all know, screenwriting is not an easy thing, whether it's adaptation or original. So even if you don't win or get nominated tonight, you don't need to belittle yourself. Believe that you are the best, and one day, you will become the best."
Warm applause rang out. Everyone was cheering for his words, including Adriaan. Although he disagreed with the words in his heart, he was not stingy with the applause.
"Now, let me see the nominees for the Best Adapted Screenplay Award." William Nicholson began to read the list of nominees. "'April Day', Peter Barnes; 'Love on the River', Richard French; 'The Tragic Comedy', Michael Goodman; 'Howard Manor', Adrian Kewell; 'How to Know a Woman', Adrian Kewell."
Every time a name was read, a small section of the screen was divided to show the name of the person being read. Because Adriaan had two nominations, the screen was evenly divided into four sections.
"It would be great if someone could get five nominations with five screenplays in the future. Then the screen would only need to show his scenes and not be divided," Crystal, who was just next to the screen, suddenly said in a sentimental tone.
If not for the fact that they were waiting for the list to be announced, the hall would have been filled with laughter from the guests. Even so, there were still quite a few low chuckles rising and falling.
"If that's the case, there's no need for an award. Wouldn't it be better to just send the trophy to your home?" Adriaan couldn't help but laugh and scold them. His nervousness from the upcoming announcement was suddenly relieved.
He quickly realized this and was surprised for a few seconds. Then, he felt relieved. It was definitely not normal to have no reaction. After all, this was the Academy Awards. Although he had planned for a long time, he still couldn't help but feel excited when he was actually facing it.
So, will my first Little Golden Man be born from here? Adrian glanced at himself on the screen. At least on the surface, he maintained his composure. But underneath, like many others, he was gently stirring his hands together.
"Let's hurry up and see who will get the trophy." Nicholson finally opened the envelope in his hand. He looked at the list of names and raised his eyebrows. Clearly, the names on it did not surprise him.
Nicholson finally opened the envelope in his hand. He looked at the list of names and raised his eyebrows. Obviously, the name on it did not surprise him.
The music started playing, followed by a round of applause. Although Adrian was in a trance for a moment, he quickly recovered. He stood up and nodded to the guests who applauded him with a smile. He shook hands with the crew members who stood up one by one before walking to the stage.
"Congratulations, Adrian," Nicholson said as he handed him the little golden man.
"Congratulations, Adriaan," Nicholson said as he handed the Oscar to him.
The applause gradually died down. Adrian took a deep breath and tilted his head to think for a while before saying, "Well, my first impression is that Mr. Oscar is heavier than I thought."
The applause gradually died down. Adriaan took a deep breath and tilted his head to think for a while before saying, "Alright, my first feeling is that Mr. Oscar is more important than I thought."
Another round of laughter rang out in the hall. "My second feeling is, thank you to the judges for giving me this award. Thank you very much. At least I won't be returning empty-handed this year." Adriaan purposely grinned.
There was another round of laughter.
"My third feeling is that Billy is becoming more and more like Mr. Oscar. Maybe the judges can consider replacing Mr. Oscar with his image in the future. Anyway, it will be almost the same soon, and they can also commend Billy for his contribution to the award ceremony." Adriaan grinned and looked at Billy Crystal, who was standing next to the screen.
This time, it turned into a roar of laughter. Not far away, Billy rolled his eyes and the corners of his mouth twitched.
When it was quieter, Adriaan took a deep breath and said, "Well, first of all, I would like to thank King's College of Cambridge for selling me the rights to adapt and produce the novel. Secondly, I would like to thank those who doubted my adaptation. It was their opinions that made me write the script more carefully, not daring to make a single mistake. Then, I would like to thank those who supported me. Without their support, I would not have been able to adapt the novel into a perfect script. "
At this point, Adriaan paused, and his expression became solemn. "Next … I would like to thank my godfather and my friend Claude. They were always by my side when I was at my most chaotic and frivolous. They always helped me, encouraged me, and cheered me up. Without them, I would not be who I am today. Finally … I would like to thank my parents, my parents in heaven. I hope … I hope they can see me now, and they can be proud of me! I really want to tell them, I love you! This is my first Oscar trophy, and it will be the most valuable and memorable one in my life! Thank you, thank you everyone! "
He opened his arms and raised them high. There was a choking sound in his voice, and his eyes were shining. A few seconds later, the hall was filled with thunderous applause. Everyone raised their hands and cheered for him. Even William Nicholson, who was next to him, and Billy Crystal, who was near the big screen, were no exception.
On the stage, Adriaan bowed and walked down the stage amidst the warm applause. When he returned to his seat, he was once again warmly embraced by everyone, and several ladies specially kissed his cheek.
"Congratulations, Eide. I think your parents will be proud of you." After sitting down, Monica held his hand and said. This time, there was nothing but sincerity in her eyes.
Adriaan forced a smile, patted the back of her hand, and nodded to express his gratitude. Then, he muttered in his heart, Maybe the Best Actor Award can be given to me.
The expression that he showed at the end of his speech was completely on the spot. Image, or the external image, was very important. Even if the people around you knew what kind of person you were, you had to do a good job on the surface.
It was not a big deal to have scandals and scandals. Scandals and scandals would only bring more attention to the stars. Psychologists had done tests. If a group of ordinary people's photos were told which people had scandals or scandals, the test-takers would remember them relatively better.
However, scandals and scandals must not be the main means. They were like desserts after a meal. They could be had or not, but they could never be the main meal. Although the atmosphere of Hollywood was open, it did not mean that mainstream values could be ignored. Therefore, those unscrupulous actors and singers would always be marginalized.
Therefore, it was very important to maintain a positive image. Smart people who wanted to enter the mainstream society would not show their true appearance without reservation. Just as Adriaan had said to Claude, celebrities would only let the public see the side they wanted them to see.
Since some of his image would be known sooner or later as time passed, he had to supplement it from other aspects. Rich emotions became the best annotation. However, Adriaan was not completely acting. After all, this soul had been fused, so the emotional impulse could be considered a real reflection. Otherwise, he would not have spoken so eloquently.
Alright, let's turn our attention to the award ceremony stage. Because Adriaan's words were a little heavy, Crystal did not want to tease him too much. After a few witty words, he invited the next guest to present the award. Since the previous award was Best Adapted Screenplay, the next award was Best Original Screenplay. These two awards were always presented together.
"'Man of Lust', John Swiller; 'The Crying Game', Neil Jordan; 'Pulp Fiction', Adrian Kewell; 'Couples', Woody Allen; 'Unforgiven', David Webb." Deborah Cox, the guest presenter, read the list of nominees. She was a middle-aged woman in her late 50s and one of the best screenwriters in Hollywood.
Adriaan took a deep breath and held Monica's hand tighter. When she looked at him, he gave her a worried smile. Could he break the record? Could he win Best Adapted Screenplay and Best Original Screenplay at the same time? He pursed his lips and stared at the stage without blinking. It seemed that all his attention was attracted by the envelope in Deborah's hand.
"The winner of Best Original Screenplay is' The Crying Game ', Neil Jordan!" Deborah was stunned for a moment, then announced loudly.
The music began to play, and the crew of "The Crying Game" burst into applause. Neil Jordan hugged his colleagues excitedly. However, compared to the previous Best Adapted Screenplay awards, there was a lot of noise in the applause, especially from the crew of "Scenting Women", "Howard Manor", and "Pulp Fiction". Obviously, many people thought that this award was unfair.
"Alright, everyone, it's nothing." Adrian stopped everyone's chatter. It would be a lie to say that he wasn't disappointed. This was a good opportunity for him to gain some glory. However, since the judges had already decided to award the Best Original Screenplay to someone else, he did not expect them to think that he was wrong. Therefore, instead of making noise, it was better to be generous and welcome. As long as the other more important awards did not go wrong, it would be fine.
