"The troupe will no longer be rehearsing new plays for the time being. For the sake of your future, the focus will be on securing roles in film and television projects." Jerome's face was impassioned, but he had other plans in his heart.
Once rehearsals start, spending money is like running water.
The Marietta Community Theater is a non-profit organization and its income mainly comes from donations from public welfare organizations and cultural funding from local governments.
For example, theaters are owned by the city hall.
Play rehearsals are the same as movie shootings. It is easier to keep accounts, and the money saved will naturally flow into the pockets of several people in charge headed by him.
Jerome looked like he was doing it for you and emphasized his tone: "In the future, I will personally guide your performances. Believe me, there will be no one more professional than me in Marietta City!"
Martin was thinking while listening. When it comes to film and television crews, troupes have an advantage over individuals, but for $300 a month...
The money in his hand was obtained in exchange for the pain of a broken arm.
Is it Harris who lost his arm? He respects Harris' efforts.
Martin didn't see the benefit and wouldn't throw it out easily.
The newcomers are not idiots. Someone asked: "Captain, why did you come to Atlanta to shoot the movie you mentioned?"
At present, Atlanta is inconspicuous in the Hollywood film and television industry chain.
Jerome smiled confidently: "The state government just passed a bill before the New Year. All film and television productions shot in Atlanta, as long as the investment exceeds 500,000 US dollars, will receive a 20% tax discount. If the film is marked with the Georgia state logo, an additional 100% discount will be given." Ten out of ten.”
He saw clearly: "Hollywood film and television production companies will never miss the opportunity to make more profits. More crews will come to Atlanta to shoot in the future. Now the opportunity has come, are you ready?"
Another asked: "I read on the forum that actors have to go through an agent to find work. I don't have an agent."
"Don't worry about the damn agents, don't worry about the damn rules of the Screen Actors Guild, the California talent bill can't control Atlanta!" Jerome asked the man: "Do you want the agent to take 10%, or do you want to pay 3,000 Join the Screen Actors Guild with US dollars and pay a large amount of dues every year?”
The man's emotions were aroused by Jerome, and he shook his head repeatedly: "For $3,000, I would rather buy a car."
Martin has always been quiet and would not speak rashly even if he had different opinions.
At the end of the Chicken Soup Conference, the troupe's accountant put the table on the table to collect money. Only one of the ten newly recruited people left, and the remaining nine all paid their dues.
Even if an old man like Robert still chooses to stay in the troupe, Martin has experienced this stage and understands that their psychology is no different from countless drifters.
After Martin heard about the two crews, he had been thinking about how to make Jerome think of him first.
After waiting for everyone to leave, Martin crooked his legs and came to the accountant's desk, with shame on his face: "Mr. Mitchell, I... I have no money, and I can't pay my dues."
Jerome Mitchell frowned: "Martin, don't make things difficult for me."
Martin got excited and took out the pockets of his pants and jacket. He only had 7 US dollars: "I'm very sorry. I fell off and broke my leg when I was working on a roof repair job. I spent all my salary on the treatment. My boss refused to compensate me and even fired me. If you ask me, can the dues be postponed for a while?"
He was very comfortable performing simple plays that he had personal experience with: "I'm looking for a new job, and I will make up for it when I have money. Yes, isn't there a play next week? As soon as I get the salary for the role, I will immediately give it to the troupe."
The consistent good performance of his predecessor Martin Davis in the troupe is the basis for what he said.
Jerome looked at Martin's shame and helplessness, and remembered the most difficult time in his youth, and he actually felt a little soft-hearted: "Don't let me down."
"Thank you!" Martin thanked him hurriedly and glanced at a book under the accounting form, the latest issue of "Entertainment Weekly". He pointed at the magazine: "Mr. Mitchell, you know I like Hollywood news the most, but I don't have the money to buy it. Can you..."
Jerome waved his hand: "Take it away."
Martin took the book and limped out of the theater.
Jerome was soft-hearted and would not make a loss-making deal, so he recorded Martin's debt.
No one can owe him a debt for a long time. If the poor guy can't pay it back, he just needs to find an opportunity to push the poor guy out to work and pay it back.
In Jerome's subconscious mind, those who have paid their dues can move to the back of the queue, after all, no more oil can be extracted this month.
Martin waited for a long time before he arrived in the dilapidated minibus, found a seat at the back, and read a magazine.
The close-up of the opening shot of "Lost in Translation", which shows 18-year-old Scarlett Johansson wearing only underwear, is printed on the cover.
Martin Magazine back volume, look at the center of the cover again.
Wow, shocking!
After reading the magazine for a while, the minibus suddenly shook, and the female driver shouted loudly: "The car is broken down!"
Including Martin, there was a lot of curses with a high level of F.
"This is damn public transportation!" Martin could only get off the bus with the others.
Halfway through the journey, the next minibus may take a long time to arrive. There are no taxis running around the city in Atlanta. If you want to take a taxi, you have to call for one. Martin simply walks.
A Dodge pickup truck came from behind and parked next to the sidewalk, with an image of a gigolo spray-painted on the car.
The right window was lowered, and Bruce, wearing a jacket, waved: "Martin Davis, do you want a lift?"
Martin looked at him: "Okay?"
Bruce pointed forward: "I live in the Baka community south of Clayton, just by the way."
Martin pulled away the co-pilot and got into the car: "What a coincidence?"
Bruce pumped the gas: "I just collected a bill for the boss." After driving a few hundred meters, he suddenly said: "I almost forgot, you have to pay me 5 US dollars for the fare."
Martin slapped the car door: "Hey, man, can you be a human!"
Bruce held the steering wheel with one hand and lifted his jacket with the other hand: "The boss said that employees of the Beast House must be civilized people who abide by the law."
Martin saw the pistol under his arm and recognized Bruce as a civilized man: "We'll pay in Clayton."
"Deal!" Bruce smiled honestly.
Martin didn't want to talk to him, so he picked up the magazine and flipped through it.
Bruce turned his head quickly, just in time to see the cover, and his honest smile turned into a lewd smile: "I love this ass so much!"
Martin's thoughts turned quickly: "A fan of Scarlett Johansson?"
Bruce looked back reluctantly: "I collected a poster of this lens, but unfortunately it was ruined."
Putting the magazine on his lap with the cover facing down, Martin straightened his back and said, "Is this so?"
"Man, I'm not as nasty as you, I'm a civilized person!" Bruce pursed his dry lips: "I accidentally licked a hole in the most eye-catching part of the poster."
Martin raised his thumb and imitated Harris' tone: "I am now 100% sure that you are a civilized person." He picked up the magazine and shook it: "Man, the latest "Entertainment Weekly" is difficult to buy in Atlanta. Not only the cover, but also a complete set of photos of Scarlett Johansson."
Bruce reached out to take it, but Martin took it back: "The fare is waived, $10."
"You are a profiteer!" After saying this, Bruce frequently looked at the cover.
Martin rolled up the magazine again, making the most prominent part more prominent: "My neighbor Carter's bastards are crazy about Scarlett and are clamoring to drink Scarlett's bath water. I will take this magazine back and soak it." A basin of water can be sold for at least $20.”
Bruce took out two 5-dollar bills and threw them to Martin: "You win."
Martin put away the money, handed the free magazine to Bruce, and said casually: "Man, I am an actor. When I become famous in the future, I will pull Scarlett in front of you and let you lick it. Then you have to pray for God's blessing." , she won’t..."
Bruce didn't want to talk to this person anymore. He was no longer a human being, so he simply used his killer move: "Think about how to pay back the money."
"I remember." Martin plans to stay in Atlanta temporarily, and this account must be dealt with in a way. He said, "I want to see your boss."
"Tomorrow night, the boss will be at the Beast House." Bruce shook the magazine in his hand: "For its sake, let me tell you something. If you can prove your worth to the boss, you will get preferential treatment."
Martin asked, "Being a gigolo?"
Bruce's old refrain: "You're in good hands."
