"Yes, Dad, I understand. Jessica and I are diligently attending Mrs. Brown's lectures every day. We haven't fallen behind on any assignments, I promise."
"Very good, that's really good. The only thing that's not good is that I always seem to be falling behind."
"Oh no! Don't even think about it! You promised me!"
"Okay, Dad, we're about to start filming. I believe Uncle Sparrow must be updating you daily about what I've been up to!"
"Alright, I love you, Dad. Say hello to Mom and Jennifer for me, and Mr. Alba too. Let him know that Jessica is doing well too. The scenery at the Napa vineyard is just as beautiful as Forest Park. Okay, goodbye."
Angela pressed the end call button on the bulky phone and handed it back to Mr. Sparrow.
"This is how a child's life goes. I still have at least 5 to 7 years before I can be independent. I don't know if I'm lucky or unlucky," the little girl sighed, spreading her hands in an old-fashioned manner.
"Do you always think about these things?" Mr. Sparrow asked as he put away the phone.
"About this? Of course not. The thing I think about the most is how to laze around in bed all day. You know, Mom always places a row of alarm clocks just out of my reach on the bedside table." The little girl giggled and ran towards the prepared set.
At that moment, Director Charles had just finished explaining the scene to Dennis and Mrs. Brent, who played Chessy. Seeing Angela return, he waved to her. "Angela, come over here."
Immediately, she crossed her arms and cupped her chin, lost in thought. Occasionally, she mumbled something quietly, like "New York" "Empire State Building" "The Legend of Gold and Jade Alliance" and even at one point, Meg seemed to hear the name Tom Hanks.
This surprised Sweetheart Sister even more. She had initially found it intriguing and casually mentioned it to cover up her own embarrassment. She hadn't expected the little girl to genuinely start brainstorming.
Could it be possible for her to come up with a rough script in such a short time?
At that moment, as the filming on the other side concluded, Nancy approached. She saw the solemn expression on the little girl's face and was about to ask, but Jessica, standing beside her, gestured for her to be quiet. Meg handed the few pages of paper she had to Nancy.
Nancy looked at the scripts in her hand with a perplexed expression. She couldn't discern much from the dialogue, but the continuous flow of ideas from the little girl made her give up on interrupting her. Even her intention to call for Angela for the next shot was overridden by this unexpected turn of events.
Could this be yet another delightful surprise?
