America achieves both fame and fortune

Chapter 87 Men Must Protect Themselves (Alliance Leader +3)

On Saturday afternoon, the accent class was held at Paramount Cinema. Martin arrived early. In the room, which was less than 30 square meters, there were a dozen desks with headsets installed.

Martin casually found a table and sat down, glancing around briefly; most of the people there were young people in their twenties.

"Hey buddy, my name is Menez." Next to him was an older, almost bleached Black man with a very heavy accent: "You look familiar. What roles have you played?"

Martin shook his head: "They're all just background figures."

"Oh, cool." Mene lost interest in talking and turned her gaze to the doorway, where she was drawn to the two women who entered.

The blonde woman was not tall, but she had a great figure with a firm bust and a shapely bottom.

The woman with dark brown hair was tall with long legs and snow-white skin, like Snow White.

In the acting profession, the proportion of people who are outstanding in appearance or have a unique look is much higher.

Meneechong beckoned to the two women: "Beautiful ladies, sit here."

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

The blonde woman, Emily, noticed Martin and looked slightly surprised: "I didn't expect to run into you here."

Martin nodded to her: "Good afternoon."

The dark-haired woman asked, "Who is he?"

"Our new neighbors in the North Hollywood apartment building," Emily introduced. "This is Martin. Martin, and this is Jessica."

Jessica, sitting diagonally behind, saw that Martin was a handsome, sunny guy and said generously, "Handsome, can I have your phone number? I'm Jessica Stojatinovic, a model and actress."

Martin recognized her, but didn't refuse. He gave her his phone number and introduced himself: "Martin Davis, actor."

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

"Of course," Martin thought to himself. Antonio wasn't lying; there were indeed some actors living in the apartment.

Professor Griffin, the instructor, then entered, and the first class began.

Before the course began, he specifically asked, "Have you encountered any setbacks regarding your accents?"

Menez was very vocal: "I lost an important role because of my accent; I could have been the next Will Smith."

The crowd laughed.

Menez, adept at using his natural talent, half-jokingly remarked, "You guys are laughing at a black man who can't succeed?"

When the nuclear weapon was revealed, the entire place fell silent.

Griffin quickly got to the point: "First, let's talk about what the Hollywood accent is. It's a fictional accent that incorporates some of the intonation of a British accent, adding a touch of charm to the bland American accent. If you can master the Hollywood accent, it will enhance your core competitiveness."

He gave a brief explanation, saying, "Let's begin the lesson."

Everyone, including Martin, listened very attentively. This was not a joyful education; each class cost as much as $400.

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

Time flew by, and just an hour later, Professor Griffin didn't waste a single minute and immediately announced the end of get out of class.

Martin packed up his textbooks and tape recorder, slung his bag over his shoulder, and left.

As soon as they stepped out of the room, Jessica caught up from behind: "Why didn't you wait for us?"

Emily followed them out.

Martin said, "Sorry, I have other things to do, so I have to leave now."

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

Martin reminded her, "This is the third time you've said thank you."

Jessica realized: "This is the handsome guy you were talking about, the one who helped you scare Igor away?"

Emily said, "I was terrified, Jesse, did you handle it? I don't want to see that ugly man again."

Jessica, her bag slung over her shoulder, said, "I've paid back the money I owed him. He won't come back." She grabbed Emily's arm. "I'm broke now. Can I move back in with you?"

The two had been renting a place together before, and Emily couldn't do anything about it: "Whatever."

Upon arriving at the parking lot, Jessica turned to Martin: "Hey handsome, we're neighbors now, want to grab a drink?"

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

Before the other person could speak again, Martin opened the door, got into the car, waved through the window, and quickly drove away from the parking lot to Warner Bros. Studios to pick up the script for the new role.

The project has been finalized and officially titled "Entourage." It will air on HBO next summer, with the first season planned to have eight episodes, each no longer than 30 minutes.

As Martin predicted, the series will feature many explicit scenes.

Meanwhile, Jessica got into Emily's car to pick up her luggage from her temporary accommodation. As she carried the luggage out, she casually bought a copy of The Hollywood Reporter from a street vendor.

Once in the car, Emily asked, "Can you understand it?"

Jessica retorted dismissively, "You Australian country bumpkin, don't bully me just because I'm young. I dropped out of the Delaware College of Art and Design, while you went to a rural ballet school."

She picked up the newspaper and waved it around: "Industry insiders love this. I advise you to read more books and newspapers to stay informed about industry developments."

Emily shook her head: "Looking at these things is useless. I came to Los Angeles from Australia and I don't have a single decent role. I can't even find a way to sleep with someone."

Jessica said, "If sleeping around could solve everything, I'd be an Oscar winner this year. Hepburn, Taylor, Marilyn Monroe, Kelly, Leigh Burke, Paltrow—they've slept their way through Hollywood, who can't!"

Emily sighed, "There are just too many actors and models at the bottom of society. In Los Angeles, who isn't an actor?"

Jessica flipped through the newspaper, glanced at just a few pages, and then shoved it in front of Emily: "Look! Look at this guy, isn't that Martin Davis?"

"Bitch, do you want to die?" Emily quickly pushed her away: "If you want to die, take off your pants and jump off the train yourself, don't drag me down with you."

Jessica pointed to a picture in the newspaper and said, "Martin Davis, he starred in a movie called 'Zombie Dancer,' which just finished its run in North America, grossing $674 million there!"

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

Emily remarked, "It's not uncommon for Hollywood actors to star for $1 million."

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

Emily suddenly swerved to the side of the road, slammed on the brakes, snatched the newspaper from Jessica's hand, and began to read it intently.

A picture the size of a palm, a description as small as a palm—Lionsgate must have spent money to get this kind of film featured in The Hollywood Reporter.

Jessica asked, "What are your thoughts?"

Emily closed the newspaper: "What could I possibly think?"

Jessica was blunt: "Didn't you complain about not having a way to get your pants off? Now you do."

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

Jessica pointed at her chest: "You're a few years older than me, and all the nutrients meant for your brain have gone here! The residences of those directors and producers are no secret. Go and take off your clothes in front of their doors and try it; the police will come and arrest you in minutes."

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

Jessica neither confirmed nor denied it, simply stating, "The first step to success is the hardest. He succeeded in one, and soon he'll have a second important role. Then, with a little help, we'll have taken our first step. Do you think we can find a better opportunity in the short term?"

Emily thought for a moment and said, "I can't just go to their door and take my pants off. Those who offer themselves up are worthless."

"We need to come up with a plan." Jessica pulled out a pen and started writing on a sticky notepad as she spoke: "What should the plan be called? Seducing the male neighbor? Making the male neighbor fall in love with me? How to make the male neighbor strong with me?"

Emily thought for a moment: "We must let him take the initiative. Only when he takes the initiative can we gain the upper hand."

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

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

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At Warner Bros. Studios, Martin received a new script for his role from the production team. The independent director setting remained unchanged, and the plot was not significantly different from before.

It's all explicit content.

His biggest concern was that the male lead didn't mess things up for the director.

The two characters only engaged in empty talk.

Filming for the series will begin soon, and Martin will join the crew next week.

Playing a crazy, silly director is quite a challenge.

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

Although he has dealt with many directors, there is a huge difference in thinking between American and Chinese directors, and Martin often uses Benjamin as a blueprint.

Then add the script settings.

The character gradually becomes clear: an unconventional, young, cynical, and artistically inclined up-and-coming director.

After dinner, Martin drove back to his apartment.

As I climbed the stairs to the second floor and turned into the hallway, the apartment door on the left creaked open, and Emily, wearing low-rise jeans, came out carrying a bag in one hand and car keys in the other.

When she saw Martin, she smiled broadly: "Martin, you just got back?"

Martin nodded and casually asked, "Going out?"

"Going out to buy something." Emily and Martin passed each other, and Emily's fingers loosened, causing the car keys to fall to the ground.

She deliberately exclaimed in surprise, and when she caught Martin turning around, 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 the black high-slit T-back.

It was deeply embedded in the great rift valley.

Then, Martin turned around, walked to the door as if nothing had happened, took out his key to open the door, and went inside as if he hadn't seen anything. He then locked the door behind him.

Then he brought out a baseball bat and placed it within reach.

Men must protect themselves when they are away from home!

This is a profound saying summarized from countless bloody lessons learned.

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

"What do you want to do?" He was indeed handsome, but not so handsome as to make a woman act like this.

Martin thought about how much effort it took to actually build relationships with those two sluts, Kelly and Louise.

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 cast of "Entourage," and Louise completely agreed with Thomas's point of view that joining the Screen Actors Guild was the foundation for getting important roles.

(End of this chapter)