American fame and fortune

With his head shaking, Robert turned into the hall on the first floor. Martin saw him, waved his hand, and asked, "How is it?"

Robert looked depressed: "Can't they see that I have the same star head as Stallone, Willis, and Schwarzenegger?"

Martin took a step back and nodded while looking at him: "As far as appearance is concerned, you are very distinctive and can easily impress the audience. Have you watched the trailer of Pirates of the Caribbean? Those pirates are more visible."

Robert really saw it, and put his hands in his trouser pockets: "Dude, I have a good mental quality. I don't mind if you just say that I am ugly."

He suddenly remembered what Martin often said, and decided to scare him: "However, when you drink Coke in the future..."

Martin was clever: "I swear, I will never drink a glass bottle of Coke again."

Robert's depression dissipated a lot, and said: "Thank you, man, I feel much better."

Martin said, "You're welcome, after all, you've helped me."

Robert was depressed again: What the hell are you talking about?

"I'd rather be a background artist." He asked, "Did your audition come out?"

Martin nodded: "I received the notice."

Robert said: "Congratulations." He sighed: "Just one line, it's too difficult."

Martin patted his arm: "I can't help you with this crew, but after the filming is over, we can stay on the crew to do odd jobs."

Staying on the crew means having access to the main cast members of the crew.

In fact, the script of his role seems to be quite a lot, but in the end it was edited into a movie, who knows how much will be left.

It is not surprising that there is a flashing shot left.

"Thank you." Robert said, "It's also a rare experience."

Jerome hurried over from the other side of the hall, saw the two actors of the troupe, and quickened his pace: "Good news."

Robert didn't pass the audition, and he still had to count on the theater troupe. He asked, "Director, are you ready to cooperate?"

"The talk is over." Jerome said emphatically: "Deputy head Martin, you have made outstanding contributions to the development of the troupe."

The excitement in his heart was about to explode. On the surface, he was still calm and downplayed: "The crew needs a small number of extras. After my efforts, the crew decided that the Marietta Theater Company will be responsible for all the extras."

Martin understood that Andrew had a hand in it.

Jerome intends to use this opportunity to recruit new people when he returns.

Robert looked at Martin in surprise: "Are you the deputy captain?"

Jerome patted Robert on the shoulder: "You work hard, turn around..."

Excited, he almost said that I could buy a new car later.

Martin turned the topic to himself: "Captain, my role has been finalized, and the crew asked me to find someone to discuss my salary. I have no experience in this field, and the one I trust the most is you, the chief."

"It's been finalized so soon?" Jerome was still a little surprised, but remembering that Martin never forgot about the troupe, he took care of everything: "Don't worry, leave it to me, I'll help you talk, but you have to be mentally prepared, the treatment Not high."

The crew came to Atlanta to shoot, originally to save money, Martin said: "The role is more important than the salary."

Jerome nodded approvingly. The more he looked at Martin, the more pleasing he was. This idiot might leave Atlanta one day. If he goes to Los Angeles, he can say hello to Robert Patrick. The idiot will also be considered a contact by then.

The three left Gray's company together, and Jerome paid for the generous treat at noon. After dinner, they went to Gray's company again to discuss Martin's salary with the crew.

Although not a professional agent, Jerome has run a theater company for many years and is familiar with many things in Hollywood.

A small role, a small actor, and a non-union member, Martin's daily salary is only 600 US dollars.

In terms of other benefits, there are uniform standards for catering and accommodation, transportation subsidies, and set insurance for the crew.

The next day, Martin signed a formal contract with the crew.

As the evening approached, he received a call from Louise: "Man, come out for a drink."

Martin asked directly, "Where are you going?"

Louise obsesses over new cocktails: "Come to my hotel suite and have all the bartending tools."

Martin understood what she meant, and went to the liquor store to buy some base wine.

When I came to the hotel suite, Louise was the only one. She was sitting in front of the bar, with a tequila in front of her, and she was already drinking.

Martin turned into the bar with the wine box in his arms, took Louise's tequila and the cup aside, and reminded: "You can't make drinks if you drink too much."

Louise was surprised: "You really didn't get the new wine ready?"

Martin wants to give this female alcoholic a sense of participation. A new type of cocktail is born from the hands of the two, and the impression is more profound than the kettle.

He said: "There is a prototype, but the specific formula needs to be adjusted."

Louise also turned behind the bar, took out the alcohol wipes to clean her hands, took out the shaker and measuring device, and said, "Then what are you waiting for, let's start!"

Martin opened the wine case, took out the wine and put them away one by one: "Are you more interested in wine than movies?"

"Movies are work, and wine is a hobby. They are different." Louise's eyes drifted down again: "Wine is like spiritual food for me, and I feel refreshed after drinking it."

Martin put on a serious face of a bartender: "It's bartending, be more serious."

Louise took out black-rimmed eyes and put them on: "Let's get started."

"My idea for the new wine is to have both the flavor of whiskey. It has a strong taste and a strong stimulus to the taste buds." Martin stretched out a finger and tapped Louise's high nose: "It can heal the soul of an alcoholic like you."

He wants to mobilize Louise's sense of participation: "Which whiskey do you think is suitable?"

Louise is a standard alcoholic, and after thinking for a while, she said: "Islay Peat Whiskey." She considered a lot: "Cocktails can be widely circulated, and the price is also the key. Lagavulin is too expensive and not suitable; only Choose between Carlila and Adeberg, and I recommend Adeberg."

Martin fetched a bottle of Ardbeg and asked, "Why?"

"Are you testing me?" Louise showed off, "Among all the whiskeys produced in Islay, Ardbeg not only has a strong smoky flavor, but also has a light malt sweetness, which balances the taste very well. "

Martin poured half a glass of Ardberg and put in some lemon juice: "The taste is not rich enough."

Louise brought it over and drank a little: "It's too sour."

Martin said, "Add a little ginger syrup."

This is a common ingredient in cocktails. Louise took a small amount and added it to stir: "The flavor of the whiskey is weak."

Martin snapped his fingers: "Blended whiskey."

The two tried common brands next to each other, and changed the amount they added. After nearly two hours of tossing, they finally found the right formula.

When Martin made the wine, Louise was very serious, and went to the bathroom to rinse her mouth to get rid of the excess alcohol smell in her mouth.

When she returned to the bar, the pale golden liquor was filled in the classic glass wine glass, and it was decorated with lemon and ginger slices.

"This is our wine?" Louise picked it up full of expectations, and took a sip slowly. The smoke, swelling and spicyness filled her mouth instantly, like a cannonball exploding.

What follows is full-bodied, round, tart and sweet.

The taste is rich and distinct, and all the ups and downs of life seem to be integrated into it.

Louise took another sip and offered the rest to Martin.

Martin drank it down and savored it carefully: "How does it feel?"

Louise took off her black-rimmed eyes, as if she had eaten nectar, with a satisfied expression on her face: "Bitter first, then sweet, the more vigorous you get to the back, and gradually adapt to the sense of expansion and impact it brings, the back is rich and beautiful taste."

Martin gave in. "Drunk girl, are you talking about alcohol?"

"What can it be if it's not wine?" Louise raised her eyebrows: "Don't use your dirty thoughts to pollute the good wine we just invented."

Martin didn't bother to argue: "Give you a chance, name it."

Louise walked around the bar, returned to the front, and said with a smile, "I know you're playing tricks on people's hearts, but I can't resist the temptation to leave a name in the history of cocktails."

Martin shrugged. "It just healed a drunkard's soul."

Louise thought for a moment: "Penicillin, it's called Penicillin." She took a pen and paper and wrote down the formula: "Penicillin in the medical world has saved countless lives, and it can heal the souls of countless alcoholics. Bring it back to L.A. and let it really go viral."

"You're one of the creators, you have that power," Martin said.

"I'm not a careless person like Harvey Weinstein." Louise suddenly changed the subject: "After your work in the crew is over, I will give you a comprehensive evaluation and suggestion, which will make you less Take a lot of detours.”