Chapter 95: Golden Globes
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January 16, 2011 - the night Hollywood gathered once again at the iconic Beverly Hilton Hotel for the 68th Golden Globe Awards.
Paparazzi, and security were full of energy as the crowd and fans began to amass near the entrance of the Hotel, glowing under the California night sky.
The red carpet was already laid out, while the flashing cameras as celebrities arrived in dazzling gowns and sharp tuxedos.
The air buzzed with anticipation, and curiosity as the biggest names in film and television stepped onto the red carpet, knowing that in just a few hours, their names could be etched into Hollywood history.
And for the first time in history, the youngest debut director - with no known lineage, no formal schooling nor a traceable origin was walking the red carpet - Regal Seraphsail.
His film [Following], a haunting, intimate psychological thriller about a man who becomes obsessed with the life of a stranger he secretly follows, had taken the indie circuit by storm.
Quiet, slow-burning, and intricately crafted, the film had earned him a nomination for Best Direction, placing him in the same category as titans who had been sculpting cinema for decades.
And yet...
Regal wasn't holding his breath.
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The black car glided to a stop beneath the velvet canopy, its glossy exterior catching every flash of the paparazzi's assault.