The music is pumping on the golden beach, laser lights are jumping and reversing, men and women in cool clothes are colorful, and dozens of young and beautiful bodies are twisting wildly, like snake monsters dancing.
Director Julian shouted to stop at this time, the last scene of the day was finished. Martin glanced quickly and spotted the short blond woman. He first asked someone he knew from the film crew to borrow a Polaroid, and then went over to her.
Scarlett Johansson, wearing tight hot pants and a short T-shirt, was talking to someone. Martin waited for a while, saw someone leaving, and went over to say hello: "Hi, Scarlett."
"Hi." Scarlett had an impression of Martin, a supporting actor in the crew. Martin smiled and said: "I have a friend who became a crazy fan of yours after watching "Lost in Translation"." Scarlett was curious: "How crazy is it?" How dare Martin tell the truth and said nonsense: "He In order to get a signed photo of you, you called me and threatened to tear off my head." He raised the camera in his hand: "Scarlett, can you do me a favor for my head?" Scarlett Taking two steps back, her professionalism allowed her to quickly find a suitable background. She faced Martin with her chest raised and her belly drawn in: "You can take the picture now." Martin said in his heart that he couldn't take a picture of his butt like this, so he didn't want it if he gave it to Lao Bu, but he asked for a picture. The back was unreasonable, so he asked tentatively: "Can you take a side photo? My friend said you are most beautiful from the side, and Monroe is inferior to you." Scarlett helplessly spread her hands, half-turned her body, and used to pose to highlight Shape of body curves.
Martin quickly took the photo and waited for it to dry. He took out the prepared signature pen from his pocket and handed it over.
Scarlett signed the photo. Martin said thank you and showed up with the photo. When he went to the film crew to return some Polaroids, director Julian happened to be there, so Martin took the opportunity to chat with him for a few words.
The crew of "Entourage" hired four directors, but Martin's scenes did not overlap with those of the other directors, and only Julian was seen.
When I came out, I met the male protagonist Adrian. Adrian took the initiative to say hello: "Hey, Martin, don't you want to go to the beach for a while?" Martin responded with a smile: "You are about to go over and have a drink together?" Adrian nodded: "Wait until I finish my work."
"Okay." Martin continued walking forward. The two of them passed each other, and the smiles on their faces almost disappeared at the same time. Martin returned to the beach and was about to join the dancing crowd, but Daisy came over.
"Are you leaving the set tomorrow?" she asked. Martin said: "I don't have many scenes, and I finished shooting the last one today." Daisy pointedly said: "I have worked with many actors, and you impressed me the most."
"Oh?" Martin asked: "Really?" Daisy said: "You look wild, but at heart you are a real gentleman." Gentleman, isn't it synonymous with gangsters, etc. Martin admitted frankly: "So That's right." Daisy was very direct: "Gentlemen, would you like to watch the stars together tonight?" Martin suddenly thought of the Astronomical Association: "Stars? A big business worth hundreds of millions..." Unexpectedly, Daisy answered automatically: " Almost." Her voice suddenly changed: "It's hard to be a young actor, and the pay is pitifully low. I have to rely on part-time jobs to survive. I already owe the landlord two months' rent." Martin declined politely: "I really want to go with him. People talk business about the stars.”
"What a pity." Daisy stretched out her hand: "I hope we can work together again in the future." Martin shook his hand gently: "I hope so." Daisy left without looking back and found another male supporting actor on the crew, enthusiastically Chatted.
Martin looked at the time and decided to go home. For 18th-tier young actors, there shouldn’t be too many similar situations. Martin got in the car and took out his cell phone to call Thomas.
As soon as the phone was connected, a suppressed and angry voice sounded: "Asshole, it's night now, not working hours, I'm on a date with my girlfriend!"
"Just one sentence." Martin said quickly: "It's over here, new job?" In the hotel room, Thomas's female companion stared at him, and the sharp arrows in her eyes shot Thomas full of holes.
What came out of the mailroom of the entertainment agency were all masterpieces of deep pua. Thomas knew it was time to put down his cell phone and go to appease his girlfriend and complete a big business worth hundreds of millions.
But the responsibility of an agent made him continue: "How can there be so many suitable job opportunities in Hollywood? I'm helping you find them, but you have to find a way yourself. Go to the Directors Guild tomorrow to see if there are any crews recruiting people." The female companion jumped down, put on her slippers, and went to get dressed.
Thomas quickly said: "That's it, don't call me during non-working hours, remember!" By the time he put down the phone, his girlfriend had already dressed.
Thomas was dumbfounded: "Dear, you want to leave?"
"Go sleep with your job!" The female companion walked out. Thomas spread his legs and pointed to the middle: "What should I do with it?" The female companion snorted coldly: "You can do the rest of the sewing work yourself." The door opened and closed with a bang.
Thomas punched the sheets hard, took his cell phone and dialed Martin's number. When the other party picked up, he yelled: "Martin Davis, I wish you will be a damn gay for the rest of your life, and you will still be the one who was exposed!" Martin couldn't figure out why Thomas was hysterical, but it didn't stop him from fighting back: "I'm used to recording phone calls. There's one thing I forgot to note on my information. I'm a famous equal rights fighter in Atlanta. If you don't believe me, you can check it out. I pretended I didn't hear Duan's alleged discriminatory remarks..." Thomas was tired and upset, what kind of shit customer is this!
He took a deep breath and decided not to be acquainted with each other for the sake of Louise Meyer, and said: "As for work, we both have to look for opportunities." Martin said: "I'm waiting for your good news. "Thomas didn't want to do needlework by himself, so he took a cold shower, sat in front of the hotel computer and surfed the Internet, specifically checking keywords such as Martin Davis, Atlanta, and equal rights.
A pink thing called an equal rights kettle popped out. It felt like it was poking Thomas in the face across the screen.
According to the Internet, this thing was jointly developed by Martin Davis and a woman named Kelly Gray.
Thomas judged that such a cheap thing must have been made by that ***. After the impulse subsided, Thomas' mind gradually cleared up and his thoughts changed again.
Equal rights? Can this guy see that far? .........The next morning, Martin slept in, and when he went out to have breakfast, he bought a bunch of newspapers to read actor recruitment information.
Most of them recruit extras. Martin could no longer work as an extra. The newspaper advertisement was of no use. Instead, an advertisement for a nearby fitness center attracted him. Martin went to find out more about it. The other party was one of the largest chain fitness institutions in Los Angeles.
In addition to normal fitness, there are also practice areas for swimming, archery and fighting. There were many posters of macho men and beautiful women on the walls of the fitness center. Martin remembered his promise to Bruce and got a membership card. He drove to the newsstand and bought a lot of Jennifer Lopez, Scarlett Johansson and Madonna. big ass poster.
Too bad I can't find a Kardashian. Martin searched online and in video stores. Paris Hilton's was sold secretly, but Kardashian's was not.
He remembered someone saying that the latter deliberately learned from the former, and then evolved from the former's bag-carrying girl into a black rb.
No, she evolved into a socialite, and the whole family's fame spread all over the world. Back at the apartment, Martin packed up the package along with the signed photos from last night, sent Bruce an air courier, and drove to the Directors Guild to check job information.
There are no open casting calls for important roles here, much like in the newspapers. Martin received the recruitment information form, found a quiet place to read it carefully, and searched for any impressive film lists.
I really saw a familiar film. The crew of "National Treasure" has been recruiting extras for the past few months.
The crew of "Dawn of the Dead" is reshooting and recruiting zombie actors. Martin flipped through it and found nothing. It was difficult for high-end resources to be transferred to this level.
It’s also difficult to pick up leaks. Martin had never heard of most of the movies on the recruitment catalog. After thinking about it for a while, he understood what was going on.
Just like Late Night at Gray Company, only a small part of the film and television works shot here can enter the big platform, and only a small part of the small part can be famous across the Pacific.
On the way back, Martin received a call from Louise from Morocco.
"Macho man, did you miss me?" She was still so flirtatious: "I'm going back to Los Angeles for vacation. Are your penicillin and expansion screws ready?" Martin replied: "My Italian cannon can be pulled out at any time." He Knows how to seduce Louise: "I tried to make a new cocktail called Italian Cannon." Louise raised her voice: "You are in Los Angeles, don't go anywhere, wait for me to come back! I will be there five days before Christmas Come back tomorrow and come back to Morocco after the New Year." Martin asked: "Do you need me to pick you up at the airport?"
"No need." Louise stabilized her mood and raised her tone: "An international master like me must remain mysterious." She also had to work over there: "Wait for my call, I have a surprise for you." It's another weekend. , Martin went to take accent lessons.
Just after he entered the classroom and sat down, Mene, a black actor whose skin was about to be whitened, came over and asked: "Is your work going well recently?" Martin said vaguely: "They are all young actors. You understand the situation." Mene stretched out his hand in front of Martin's eyes: "It is too difficult for young actors to make money, and living expenses are a problem." Under the light, the gold Rolex watch on his wrist dazzled, and Martin narrowed his eyes slightly: "You have been doing well recently." Mene took back his hand: "I have never considered doing a job. Part-time job? Your appearance is slightly worse than mine, but if you do it, you will earn a lot of money." He took out a card and handed it to Martin: "Brother, don't say that Boss Mene doesn't take care of you!" Martin glanced at it and saw what was written on the card. The name of the exclusive club.
"Women can use their bodies to make money, and so can we." Mene lowered his voice: "Let me tell you, many of the clients in this club are female stars, screenwriters, directors and producers in the industry. They are a little older. , does age matter?" Another big deal worth hundreds of millions, Martin returned it to Mene: "Thanks, I don't need it." Mene frowned, then took it back: "So you have a way."
