American fame and fortune

Early Thursday morning, Martin drove the old Ford to the Midtown Arts Theater.

On the theater square next to Peachtree Street, hundreds of people gathered.

This is where Atlanta's extras meet.

To put it bluntly, it is a temporary labor market.

Martin came yesterday morning, and met the TBS TV program to cast the audience, but was not selected.

Regardless of Los Angeles or Atlanta, the supply of low-level actors far exceeds demand.

Lacking personal connections and no organization, even finding a job with a purely background artist requires luck.

Martin looked for a place to park the car, and when he entered the square, he saw Robert's big head.

Robert combed his hair neatly, wore an old-fashioned formal suit, and said, "Wait, the leader hasn't come yet."

Martin looked at it slightly: "Specially made?"

Robert said: "It is more likely to be selected this way. In fact, I have no other ideas. Just have a line."

It's a matter of luck, Martin said, "Good luck to you, man."

People from the Marietta Theater Troupe arrived one after another, including Martin, they were all temporary workers and paupers.

The head of the troupe, Jerome, drove over in a Lexus, asked everyone in the troupe to wait at the edge of the square, and made a phone call. When a bus stopped on Peachtree Street, he shook hands with the fat man who got off the bus, and said a few words, He waved to the square: "Get in the car."

The fat man saw that there was no one with a particularly strange appearance, so he said something to Jerome before he went to choose a temporary worker.

Martin walked quickly, rushed to get on the bus at the front, and scanned the first row of doors in front of him. There were folders on the inner seat.

He took the seat on the other side of the same row, and Robert got in.

Martin sat on the outside, watching the square through the window.

Fatty is selecting candidates, the selection method is very simple, it depends on who is pleasing to the eye.

Based on the recent news collected by Martin, it is not difficult to judge that Atlanta is far away from film and television production centers such as New York and Los Angeles. The preferential policies have just been released, and there is no mature extra performance market and supporting agent system for the time being.

Jerome is something of a broker.

The laws and regulations of California and New York do not govern here.

The bus was filled with people quickly, and there was only a narrow aisle between Fatty and Martin.

Martin didn't strike up a conversation.

The bus did not go far along Peachtree Street, and suddenly slowed down.

In front of the lot near the State Capitol, there is a parade.

There are also TV stations and newspaper reporters following up.

The fat man stretched his neck and focused on the front. Instead of cursing, he said, "Give way to those people. When they pass the next intersection, we will turn around."

The name of "ATL Freedom Association" was printed on the vest of the marchers. Martin judged the attitude of the fat man, as if he was talking to himself: "Are you fighting for legal rights?"

The voice is not loud, but it can fall into the fat man's ears. The fat man said casually, "This is a famous free and progressive group in Atlanta. It has done a lot of amazing things."

Martin determined that Fatty's stance was in favor of the marchers, and immediately adjusted the position of his buttocks: "Are you doing something amazing this time?"

The fat man obviously knew: "Several conservative leaders of the Zuozhou Methodist Association declared that women are only family servants and must follow the family's will, which triggered this protest."

"Societally meaningful action," Martin said.

Fatty and proud: "One of the organizers of this event is Ms. Kelly Gray, the boss of our Gray Company."

Unexpectedly, this fat man is still a good employee who is anxious for the boss. Martin quickly found a topic to get closer, and said: "My friend, and many of her friends, have always wanted to join the Freedom Association and do something for the rights and interests of freedom. They can participate in socially meaningful activities like this at any time, but it is a pity that they cannot find a suitable introducer."

As long as she is in charge of food, let alone dozens of people, Elena can pull hundreds of people from the Clayton community.

As for Elena volunteering at the conservative Methodist Society.

This is not the point, Elena said, as long as the reward is right, it is the same to trust anyone.

"I know many outstanding people in the association." Fatty definitely has a future in Gray's Company, and he took the initiative to win supporters for the boss. He took out his business card and handed it to Martin: "I'm Andrew, if you want to join, please call me anytime."

Martin then solemnly put it away, took out the prepared business card and handed it over: "Martin Davis."

Just before the bus turned off Peachtree Street, another marching group entered Peachtree Street, carrying the Methodist flag.

The two sides scolded each other across the air, and the city was boiled.

The happiest is the media reporter.

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The bus traveled for more than half an hour and arrived at a farm north of Atlanta.

The crew rented a farm and temporarily built some plantation-style sets in the 19th century. Beside the wooden houses used as temporary dressing rooms, the actors dressed in old times had already finished their makeup.

Martin got off the bus and found that the head of the team, Jerome, was waiting at the entrance of the farm.

Andrew approached Jerome and said directly: "There are two special roles, the daily salary is calculated at 100 US dollars, the working hours are until 4:30 pm, and the overtime is calculated at 10 US dollars per hour. Call your best actors more come over."

The hourly salary calculated purely for performances is only $5.15.

Jerome immediately thought that the idiot Martin still owed him the dues, and he was the first to call Martin's name: "Martin, come here!" Then he shouted: "Kohler, Robert, Jones."

No one can owe me money! Jerome said to fat Andrew again: "Martin is good, you can give him priority."

Andrew remembered the name, and as soon as he arrived, he ordered Martin: "Martin Davis, and... you, come with me."

Robert, who followed Martin, became another lucky man.

Jerome led the two towards the wooden house, and the rest could only follow the stage manager to the outdoor make-up area.

Robert poked Martin, and Martin gave him a look to shut up.

The two followed Jerome to the wooden house, waited for a while, and were informed to go in for makeup.

While doing makeup and changing clothes, an assistant came over to play.

A character without lines, but moves a lot.

The two acted as the killers who assassinated the heroine, rushed to the garden where the heroine was with guns, and were killed by the hero with two shots, and then the hero and heroine fell in love after the hero saved the beauty.

In other words, to shoot this scene, Martin and Robert need to lie dead for the whole time.

A background artist with a dead body lying on the ground will of course be paid more than a standing background artist.

Robert has a senior background, not to mention Martin.

There is no difficulty in the front, strictly follow the positioning requirements, and pass it after two shots. When the director called the card once, the male lead lost his hand and snatched it.

Then the highlight came, and the two lay motionless on the ground.

The hero and heroine embrace each other affectionately...