America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 87 Men should protect themselves (Leader plus 3)

On Saturday afternoon, the accent class started at Paramount Studios, and Martin arrived early. In the room of less than 30 square meters, there were more than a dozen desks equipped with headsets neatly arranged.

Martin randomly found a table and sat down, taking a quick look around. Most of the people there were young people in their twenties.

"Hi, man, my name is Mene." Next to him was an old black man with a pale complexion and a heavy accent. "You look familiar. What roles have you played?"

Martin shook his head: "It's all background."

"Oh, cool." Mene lost interest in talking and turned his gaze to the door, attracted by the two women who came in.

The blonde woman was not tall, but had a well-proportioned body with firm breasts and a nice butt.

The brown-haired woman was tall, had long legs, and her skin was as white as Snow White.

In the acting field, the proportion of people with outstanding looks or unusual looks is much higher.

Mene waved at the two women, "Beautiful ladies, sit over here."

The two men walked around him and moved to the empty seat on the other side of Martin.

The blonde woman Emily was slightly surprised when she spotted Martin: "I didn't expect to meet you here."

Martin nodded at her: "Good afternoon."

The brunette asked, "Who is he?"

"New neighbors at the North Hollywood apartment." Emily introduced, "This is Martin. Martin, this is Jessica."

Jessica was sitting behind him. Seeing that Martin was a sunny and handsome guy, she said generously, "Handsome guy, can you give me your phone number? I'm Jessica Stojatinovic, a model and actress."

Martin saw that she looked familiar, so he didn't refuse. He gave her his cell phone number and introduced himself: "Martin Davis, actor."

Emily also wrote down Martin's cell phone number and called Martin: "Neighbor, do you still remember my name?"

"Of course." Martin thought to himself, Antonio was not lying, there were indeed some actors living in the apartment.

Professor Griffin, the teacher, came in at this time and the first class began.

Before the class started, he specifically asked: "Have you ever encountered setbacks with your accent?"

Mene was very active: "I lost a big role because of my accent. I could have been the next Will Smith."

Everyone laughed.

Mene was very good at using his natural weapons, and half-jokingly said, "Are you laughing at a black man who can't succeed?"

When the nuclear weapon was released, the whole place was silent.

Griffin quickly got to the point: "First, let's talk about the Hollywood accent. It's a made-up accent that incorporates some of the ups and downs of the British accent, adding some flavor to the bland American accent. If you can master the Hollywood accent, it will enhance your core competitiveness."

He briefly explained and said, "Let's start the class."

Everyone, including Martin, listened very carefully. This was not happy education. Each class cost as much as $400.

Professor Griffin has the real talent to be recommended by the agency.

Time passed quickly, and as soon as an hour was up, Professor Griffin announced the end of the get out of class without wasting even half a minute.

Martin packed up his teaching materials and tape recorder, put on his bag and left.

As soon as I left the room, Jessica caught up with me from behind: “Why didn’t you wait for us?”

Emily followed.

Martin said, "Sorry, I have something else to do, so I'm in a hurry to leave."

Emily caught up with him: "Thank you for what happened that morning."

Martin reminded her: "That's the third time you said thank you."

Jessica understood: "Is this the handsome guy you mentioned who helped you scare Igor away?"

Emily said, "I'm terrified, Jesse, have you solved it? I don't want to see that ugly guy again."

Jessica put her bag on her shoulder: "I have paid off the money I owe him, and he won't go there again." She took Emily's arm and said: "I have no money left, can I move back to live with you?"

The two had rented a house together before, and Emily couldn't do anything about it: "Whatever you want."

Arriving at the parking lot, Jessica turned to Martin and said, "Handsome, we'll be neighbors from now on. Let's go have a drink."

"I'm very sorry, I have something else to do." Martin stopped in front of the car and said, "I have to go to Burbank."

Without waiting for the other party to speak, Martin opened the door and got into the car, waved through the window, quickly drove out of the parking lot, and rushed to Warner Studios to get the new role script.

The project has been finalized and officially named "Entourage". It will be broadcast on HBO next summer. The first season is planned to produce 8 episodes, each episode will not exceed 30 minutes.

As Martin expected, the series will have many large-scale shots.

On the other side, Jessica got into Emily's car and went to her temporary residence to pick up her luggage. After carrying the luggage out, she bought a copy of "The Hollywood Reporter" on the street.

After getting in the car, Emily asked, "Can you understand?"

Jessica was quite disdainful: "Australian girl, don't bully me just because I'm younger. I dropped out of the Delaware College of Art and Design, and you studied at a country ballet school."

She picked up the newspaper and shook it. “It’s the favorite of people in the industry. I advise you to read more books and newspapers to keep up to date with industry trends.”

Emily shook her head. "It's useless to read these. I came to Los Angeles from Australia and there's not a single decent role. I can't even find a way to get laid."

Jessica said: "If sleeping alone can solve the problem, I will win the Oscar this year. Hepburn, Taylor, Monroe, Kelly, Big Mouth, Paltrow, who wouldn't sleep all over Hollywood!"

Emily was quite helpless: "There are too many low-level actors and models. In Los Angeles, who isn't an actor?" Jessica opened the newspaper and just read a few pages before pushing the newspaper in front of Emily: "Look! Look at this person, isn't this Martin Davis?"

"Bitch, do you want to die?" Emily quickly pushed her away: "If you want to die, take off your pants and jump out of the car, don't hold me back."

Jessica pointed to a picture in the newspaper and said, "Martin Davis, he starred in a theater movie called Zombie Gigolo, which has just been taken off the shelves in North America. The cumulative North American box office is 674 million US dollars!"

She looked carefully: "Martin Davis is the male lead!"

Emily said, "It's not uncommon for leading men to earn $1 million in Hollywood."

Jessica is young, but she has a lot of ideas: "We know those male protagonists, but they don't know us. Martin Davis is our neighbor."

Emily suddenly pulled over to the side of the road, stepped on the brakes, snatched the newspaper from Jessica's hand, and began to read it carefully.

Palm-sized pictures and slap-sized text descriptions. Lionsgate must have spent a lot of money to get this kind of film published in The Hollywood Reporter.

"What do you think?" Jessica asked.

Emily closed the newspaper: "What can I think."

Jessica was very direct: "Didn't you complain that there was no way to take off your pants? Now there is."

"He's just an actor," Emily said.

Jessica tapped her chest and said, "You are a few years older than me, but all the nutrients you need to grow your brain have come here! The residences of those directors and producers are no secret. Try to take off your clothes in front of their doors, and the police will come to arrest you in a few minutes."

Emily asked, "Have you tried it, bitch?"

Jessica neither admitted nor denied it, but just said: "The first step to success is the hardest. If he succeeds in one movie, he will soon have a second important role. If he gives us a little help, we will have the first step. Do you think we can find a better opportunity in the short term?"

Emily thought about it and said, "You can't just go to someone's house and ask them to take off their pants. People who come to you voluntarily are not worth much."

"We need to make a plan." Jessica took out a pen and wrote on the notepad: "What's the plan? Seduce the male neighbor? The male neighbor falls in love with me? How to make the male neighbor strong?"

Emily thought about it: "We must let him take the initiative. Only when he takes the initiative can we gain the advantage."

Jessica tore off a piece of paper from the notepad and threw it at her feet: "Think about it quickly, is there any particularly good way?"

Emily said, "Let's go to the supermarket first."

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At Warner Studios, Martin got a new character script from the crew. The independent director setting remained unchanged, and the plot did not change much from before.

It's all large-scale drama.

What he cared about most was that the leading actor did not mess around for the director.

The two characters just stayed at the stage of talking nonsense.

The series will start filming soon and Martin will join the crew next week.

It is somewhat difficult to play the role of a crazy and stupid director.

Martin went to the library again, took out his notebook, looked through the relevant notes, and made supplements again.

Although he has dealt with many directors, the thinking of American and Chinese directors is very different. Martin regards Benjamin more as a blueprint.

Then add the script settings.

This character gradually becomes clear: a non-mainstream, young and famous, cynical, and a young handsome director whose works are full of artistic style.

After dinner, Martin drove back to the apartment.

I went up the stairs to the second floor and just turned into the corridor, the door of the apartment on the left creaked open and Emily, wearing low-waist jeans, came out with a bag in one hand and car keys in the other.

When she saw Martin, she smiled brightly: "Martin, just came back?"

Martin nodded and asked casually, "Going out?"

"Go out and buy something." Emily passed Martin and her fingers loosened, and the car keys fell to the ground.

She exclaimed deliberately, and when she saw Martin turning back, she quickly bent down to pick up the car keys.

Low-rise jeans fall even lower, covering only half of the body.

The moment Martin turned around, he saw a black high-slit T-back.

Deep in the Great Rift Valley.

Then, Martin turned around, walked to the door as if nothing had happened, took out the key to open the door, as if he had not seen anything, entered the house, and locked the door.

Then he took the bat and placed it within arm's reach.

Men must protect themselves when they are outside!
This is a wise saying summarized from countless bloody experiences and lessons.

Martin opened the refrigerator, took out a glass of ice water and drank it.

"What do you want to do?" His appearance was indeed outstanding, but not enough to make a woman like that.

Martin thought about those two sluts, Kelly and Louise, and how much effort he had put in to establish a real relationship with them.

After calming down for a moment, Martin called Kelly and Louise separately, then opened his laptop and connected with Kelly and Louise for a video chat.

Nothing special. Martin talked about the crew of "Entourage". Louise completely agreed with Thomas's opinion that joining the Screen Actors Guild is the basis for obtaining important roles.

(End of this chapter)