Chapter 175

"William? Are you okay?"

Basquiat shouted at Naoki Nagayama, and even his current girlfriend Madonna looked over.

"Nothing, the cocktail you mixed tastes very good~"

To relieve the psychological shock, Naoki Nagayama downed the cocktail in his hand, then his expression changed, and he exhaled gently, "Strong enough!"

"Good drinking capacity!" Basquiat gave a thumbs up, then said to his girlfriend, "Honey, when do you get off work? Shall we go to Mudd Club to have some fun?"

The young future diva had no future aura at all at this time and said happily: "About another hour, wait for me a moment~"

Then she gave Basquiat a hot kiss and ran hurriedly toward the stage. It was her performance time again.

Naoki Nagayama used the complimentary small nuts to suppress the alcohol in his mouth and looked at Madonna who was back on stage: "She is a good singer."

"She will be a future pop diva!" Basquiat said seriously.

"Hahaha, for sure~"

To wait for a woman, two grown men chatted in the bar,

"Are you really an author?"

"Of course, you don't believe me?"

"Too young, not at all like an author's temperament. Saying you're a model or an actor would be more convincing."

Basquiat looked at Naoki Nagayama and said. This guy's external conditions were very good even in the Western aesthetics of Americans.

"Hahaha, you have a good eye. I have indeed been a model and an actor~" Naoki Nagayama had an expression of "you have a good eye," "And a movie is about to be released."

Basquiat was shocked: "Are you serious?"

"Why would I lie about this? The movie is called 'The Gas Station Robbery Incident'. I don't know if America will import it~ There's also one called 'Paranormal Activity', which I also filmed~"

Showing off a little to repay the dog food from before, Naoki Nagayama didn't look at the black young man's surprised eyes anymore.

After Basquiat understood, he didn't take it too much to heart. After all, he could now be considered a celebrity in New York, so he said jokingly:

"I didn't expect, William, you guy, to be a celebrity!"

The rest must be sarcasm or complaints. Naoki Nagayama didn't take his words and instead changed the subject:

"Mudd Club, looking at Madonna's performance before, it seems to be a very popular club?"

"Yeah, the coolest place in all of New York!" Speaking of the club he always hung out in, Basquiat's eyes lit up,

"The most anti-trend music, interesting people, and many celebrities also come over, like David Bowie, Debbie Harry... It's a place where you have to queue for at least 2 hours to get in!"

Only 2 hours? Isn't that about the same as the disco I go to in Takadanobaba? Naoki Nagayama's thoughts went astray for a moment,

"2 hours, doesn't that mean waiting for a long time~"

"Hey, have you forgotten who I am?" Basquiat patted Naoki Nagayama on the shoulder, "Follow me, go straight in!"

Hahaha, just like going to a disco myself, I didn't expect to be able to enjoy such treatment in America.

Naoki Nagayama raised a new beer glass: "To the great Basquiat~"

And Basquiat laughed out loud and performed a funny aristocratic etiquette~

At this time, the staff of the American Film Association was reviewing a movie,

A "Boss, what rating should this Japanese horror movie be given?"

"Horror movie? Are there bloody scenes?"

"None at all."

"Oh?" Such a horror movie, could it be that it's hanging the name of a horror movie to attract people with adult scenes? Recently, several movies that were "selling dog meat under a sheep's head" had come out of America, "Then are there any sexy scenes?"

The reviewer thought of the scenes where several beauties were soaking in hot springs before, but most of them were covered, "Shouldn't count as having any."

"Then what's there to doubt? G-rated." The team leader waved his hand indifferently.

"But..." The reviewer originally wanted to say that this movie looked very real and could easily scare children, but seeing the team leader's impatient expression, he suddenly had no intention of continuing to argue.

"It's just a mockumentary, what could be the problem." Then he put on the G-rated label.

Little did they know, the American grassroots people with very chaotic beliefs were completely unable to distinguish the difference between this kind of mockumentary and a real documentary.

After this film was released in the US for a period of time, it brought a very big shock to the American people whose wisdom was not developed, and many people believed in ghost legends because of this.

The two finally waited for Madonna's shift change and left the bar a bit drunk,

but the cold wind in the evening in New York quickly sobered up the little alcohol.

Mudd Club was about half an hour away from the bar. The three walked on the road laughing and joking, like three young people with nothing to do walking on the street.

After Madonna saw the camera on Naoki Nagayama's neck, it was as if she had discovered some novel toy. She asked Naoki Nagayama to help take many photos, some alone, some sweet interactions with Basquiat.

I really don't need to eat dinner tonight; I'm too full of dog food~

From the outside, Mudd Club was just an ordinary apartment building, and it felt a bit dilapidated. A fence was simply circled with chains, but a large wave of young people had already gathered outside. Even shivering in the cold wind, they wanted to enter this club.

Basquiat and Madonna were indeed regular customers. After simply greeting the security guard at the door, they took Naoki Nagayama through the crowd and went in.

And the crowd waiting on the side didn't make a fuss, but instead discussed excitedly: "That's Basquiat, the father of SAMO!"

After entering the door, the dim lights, lingering smoke, noisy dancers, and decadent music that sounded like it was screaming made the club look blurry and wild.

Some people were dancing, some were talking, some were taking pictures, some were smoking... and some were hugging and kissing, which was simply indecent!

Naoki Nagayama criticized this behavior silently in his heart, but the people in the club were not surprised, each doing their own thing.

As soon as they entered the door, Basquiat took Madonna to order a drink,

"Do you want to add some pistachios?" Basquiat asked kindly, signaling the small white pill in his hand,

Naoki Nagayama was shocked. New York was really too wild: "No, absolutely not!"

"Ha, a child who hasn't grown up yet~" Madonna laughed from the side, then downed the drink in her cup, "Good boy, then Daddy and Mommy are going to have fun, play by yourself~"

Then the two of them walked toward the dance floor with devilish steps~

He raised a middle finger silently in his heart, but Naoki Nagayama decided not to drink anything here tonight. Who knew if there was anything strange added to it.

It didn't matter if you took pictures casually in this club. Most members didn't care, and some members even posed in various postures to facilitate taking pictures.

So Naoki Nagayama took a lot of photos of monsters and ghosts... that's the only way to describe it. These people either dyed their hair, wore smoky makeup, or wore strange clothes. In short, there were no normal people.

Ranwen

All kinds of avant-garde and niche people were relaxing themselves here. The no-wave music in the dance hall was indulgent and gray, like a group of people who had abandoned the world having fun here.

Naoki Nagayama took pictures while occasionally cursing New York politicians and the damn world with dancers he didn't know, talking about God saying to love others, etc. Except for not smoking grass or drinking, it was as if he was truly integrated into it.

After wandering around for more than 3 hours, Naoki Nagayama felt a bit tired. He didn't know if it was the smell of tobacco in the room, but it actually made his head dizzy and want to vomit.

The increasingly prominent discomfort accumulated in his brain, making him want to hit someone.

He wanted to find Basquiat and Madonna to say goodbye, but he didn't expect that he couldn't find them no matter what.

They couldn't have left, could they? Naoki Nagayama muttered, then tried to ask others. Unexpectedly, they pointed upstairs indifferently,

"Not downstairs, they're upstairs!"

Went upstairs? Is there still space upstairs? Haven't been there yet? Naoki Nagayama went up the narrow stairs, but before he reached the end, he heard many blushing and heartbeat-accelerating sounds coming from upstairs...

F*ck (a plant)! Didn't expect the future diva to be doing this kind of thing!

He went down the stairs in a rage, causing some guys gathered around the stairs to laugh out loud.

The embarrassed Naoki Nagayama originally intended to leave directly like this, but seeing that there was graffiti on the corridor here, and there were scattered spray paint cans on the side, his brain, which was a bit dizzy from secondhand smoke, got hot.

He picked up the spray can and started spraying on the wall opposite the stairs, causing the people who were originally standing nearby smoking to dodge to the side.

With white paint as the base and black paint to draw the person, a life-sized stick figure with both hands giving the middle finger was soon drawn.

Afterward, he used red paint to write the stick figure's roar on the side: "Surprise!!! Motherfu*ker!!!"

Then he thought about it and painted the middle finger red too!

Haha! Now I can express my anger!

It seemed that the anger of the whole night was released through this graffiti. Naoki Nagayama threw away the spray can and walked out of Mudd Club with light steps.

The people waiting outside were a bit surprised. Generally speaking, no one would come out until the second half of the night. Today, someone actually left before 11 o'clock.

At this time, it was noon in Japan.

Shuichi Yin Tang of Tree Friend Film was eating with Isao Morikawa, the planning director of Kadokawa Film.

Isao Morikawa raised his glass and invited him to a drink: "Shuichi-san, it's about to be released. Is your company's Naoki-san really not coming back?"

"Our willful general, he's probably enjoying the exotic customs of New York right now!" Shuichi Yin Tang drank a big gulp, as if the bitterness of the wine was in his words, "Clearly it's a very important premiere and movie promotion, but he doesn't want to participate."

"Hahaha, doesn't this just show that Naoki-san trusts Shuichi-san?" Isao Morikawa said with a smile, "If the headquarters director could treat me like this, I would be overjoyed~"

"It's different, Director Morikawa!" Shuichi Yin Tang shook his head, "Our Naoki-san here is completely trying to avoid promotional activities! But it's just a private institutional exchange activity; how can it be more important than a movie..."

Isao Morikawa was confused: "Doesn't Naoki-san worry about the box office?"

"The box office will definitely be very good." Shuichi Yin Tang spoke as if he were stating an established fact. His confidence in Naoki Nagayama had long been established.

"Then doesn't he want the box office to be even better? Participate in more promotional activities, so he can earn more..." Isao Morikawa continued, "Such more exposure is also a benefit to Naoki Nagayama's personal fame, right?"

"That's the problem! Gong-san..." Shuichi Yin Tang, who had drunk several glasses of wine, was already a bit red on his face, "Naoki-san is already considered a rich man now, he's not interested in money... and he's not interested in fame either..."

Are there such people? Isao Morikawa asked curiously: "Then what is he interested in?"

Shuichi Yin Tang recalled: "Perhaps it's just a kind of desire to live a plain and happy life..."

Isao Morikawa was surprised. This person is only in his 20s, right? Is he actually like an old man?

"Don't talk about it, don't talk about it, Gong-san, another glass! Please take care of the subsequent screenings!" Shuichi Yin Tang kept inviting him to drink, while saying flattering words.

And Isao Morikawa didn't refuse: "Haha, definitely, definitely, after all, we also have a quarter of the box office!"

Naoki Nagayama hailed a taxi directly and returned to the New York Central Park Hotel.

Although he smelled of alcohol, he hadn't drunk much alcohol himself.

It was just that he was dizzy and a bit nauseous from being smoked by who knows how many hands of secondhand smoke.

After taking a hot shower in the room, he finally sobered up.

He hadn't eaten anything all night. Naoki Nagayama called and ordered a simple pasta.

While eating his midnight snack, he turned on the hotel room TV, skipped the paid channels, and didn't watch TV dramas or anything, suddenly flipping to a music program.

A female singer in a leather jacket and smoky makeup was playing the guitar on TV while singing traditional hard rock:

"I love rock 'n' roll"

"So put another dime in the jukebox, baby"

"I love rock 'n' roll"

"So come and take your time and dance with me"

It was the generation's rock classic "I Love Rock 'n' Roll" and its singer Joan Jett. This magnetic and penetrating voice grabbed people's ears immediately. She was indeed a generation's rock queen!

Haha, come to think of it, touring the park in the morning, defeating thugs, visiting the art district in the afternoon, meeting the future diva, and going to the famous Mudd Club at night.

My first day in New York was also very rock 'n' roll!

Midnight, Mudd Club,

Basquiat and Madonna went down the stairs after having fun,

and saw the stick figure graffiti with extreme irony at a glance.

After Madonna saw it, she looked at it carefully and turned to ask the black young man: "Honey, whose work is this?"

And after Basquiat saw that classic Motherf*cker, he couldn't help but smile: "This was done by William!"

"William? Isn't he an author? Can he also do graffiti?"

After Madonna finished asking, she looked around, wanting to find Naoki Nagayama.

"He can do a little, right? Graffiti, isn't it something you can do as long as you have hands?" Basquiat couldn't help but laugh, then stopped Madonna from looking,

"Don't look, he's already gone!"

"Gone? How do you know?"

"His graffiti told me."

???

Do you guys have telepathy?

"Haha, this is a man's intuition."

You guys have only known each other for half a day, where did the intuition come from?

Although she thought so, but perhaps it was the emotion after the passion, Madonna suddenly became a bit sentimental,

"Honey, will we never see William again?"

Although it was only a one-time encounter, they chatted quite well, and he even let others take many photos~

Basquiat was stunned. It seems so. He only left a name, and didn't even leave a contact phone number or address.

"We will meet again."

The black young man hugged Madonna and said silently in his heart: "I hope we can meet again."