American fame and fortune

After breakfast, Martin went out alone. After one night, the leg pain improved further, and the memory of his predecessor became clearer in his head.

To improve your physical condition, of course you can't waste time, there are still many things to do.

Martin saved the recorded disc, took the JVC camera, and went to the grocery store in the north of the community.

Early in the morning, Scott Carter was already drinking, the sun was shining on his face, and his nose was brighter than the red light at the intersection.

Martin put the camera on the counter: "Give it back to you, and by the way, Harris was healed."

Scott actually put down the wine bottle, stood up and checked the camera carefully, and suddenly his nose became redder: "Boy, where is my cassette? You stole my cassette!"

"Don't frame people." Martin said nonsense casually: "The tape inside the cassette is for splinting your son. You can ask Elena for it."

Hearing the eldest daughter's name, Scott sat back and never mentioned Elena: "Tell that bastard Harris that the cassette is worth $20, and you must send the money over tomorrow."

Martin bypassed this and asked, "Any cheap phones?"

The mobile phone he took yesterday was borrowed by Lily from Mrs. Wood.

"Poor man, do you have money to buy a mobile phone?" Scott thought of a possibility: "Did the bastard Jack come back? Tell me, where is he!"

When a normal wife is abducted by someone, it must be a life-and-death feud. Scott's brain circuit is unusual: "Let me do the math, how many days has this bastard abducted Emma? Damn, the ghost knows how many times they have slapped her, I'm going to get paid by the day, at least $100...no, $200 a day!"

It was too difficult to communicate with people who were not on the same channel, Martin didn't bother to say anything, and was about to get out of the way.

But Scott took out a mobile phone from under the counter: "It's made in Europe, it's extra strong, it can be used even after you die."

Martin took it over, a gray candy bar phone, a Nokia 3210 used in a previous life.

Feeling that something was wrong, Martin turned it over and found that the back shell was split and glued together, and there was a hole in the center of the crack.

Scott took a sip of his drink: "This is a lucky phone. I don't show it to ordinary people. The Eagles fought with each other. A delivery boy got hit by a ricochet, and the phone blocked it for him, but the battery is dead, yes I'm the next one."

Martin turned it on, and after confirming that it was working normally, he asked, "How much?"

Scott waved his hand, seemingly generous: "Take it."

If it had belonged to Harris or Elena, Martin would have taken it straight away, but it was Scott, a rotten alcoholic and druggie, who had been unwilling to spend money on children since Elena was sixteen.

Free is the most expensive. Martin took out 20 dollars from his pocket and put it on the counter, and left with his mobile phone.

Scott was surprised: "When did this idiot become smart?"

Martin found a place to go through the Internet registration procedures, bought a lot of newspapers, especially about social economy and film and entertainment, and went back to the rented house to read them carefully.

Always be aware of the social situation.

Since the 1996 Olympic Games, the development of Atlanta has further accelerated. Blacks, who account for 40% of the total population, have improved significantly in terms of economic, political and social status.

Correspondingly, the black gangs that originally mainly operated in the southern part of the metropolitan area began to enter the prosperous areas of the urban area, and there were constant frictions with the original white forces, and robberies and shootings occurred frequently.

Martin also saw a job posting in a tabloid for House of the Beast, a club that had just opened and was looking for gigolos.

Do you want to go and see?

A chill ran down his back, and the rear window rattled.

got windy.

Martin went to close the window, and the backyard was full of weeds. He suddenly remembered that there was a dead person buried in the yard, and it was the pit he and Elena dug.

The warm spring breeze suddenly turned into a gloomy wind.

Want to jump out and scare people? Martin decided to throw a party in the backyard in a few days, get more people over, arrange hard rock and disco.

After working too hard last night, Martin took a nap at noon, and Martin walked around the Clayton community in the afternoon, looking for business opportunities with quick money.

Not to mention, there are quite a few, weeds and rice cents are everywhere.

Many of those who don't touch these things are hourly workers like Elena, and those with stable jobs are a minority.

The predecessor, Martin Davis, has never had a stable job. He has been eating soft food from Elena for a long time. He most often goes to the Marietta Community Theater Troupe, dreaming of becoming a star.

Martin decided to go and have a look.

After another day of rest, Martin's body basically recovered. It happened to be the regular activity time of the troupe on weekends, so he simply took an old minibus to Margaret Square.

The memorial of Margaret Mitchell, author of "Gone With the Wind" is located here.

Martin walked towards the memorial hall, glanced at the words "When Hollywood Met Marietta" on the wall at the entrance, walked around the memorial hall, and went to a small theater behind.

There was a van parked at the entrance of the theater, and Jerome Mitchell, who was wearing a formal suit, was instructing people to unload the cargo. When he saw Martin, he gave orders: "Hurry up, come and help!"

This is the head of the Marietta Community Theater Troupe, who is said to have ties to Margaret Mitchell's family.

Martin purposely turned his legs and moved a small box into the theater.

Jerome asked: "You disappeared for a week, delaying a lot of work for the troupe."

Martin limped past him: "I broke my leg, and I just got out of bed, so I rushed here as soon as possible."

Jerome's sharp eyes kept staring at Martin, like a boss spotting a lazy employee.

After the goods were delivered to the warehouse, more than a dozen people moved into the small theater and sat in twos and threes on the seats under the stage.

There are more than 7,000 community theater groups in the United States, and Marietta is just one of them.

The only thing worthy of praise is that Mr. T1000 Robert Patrick joined the troupe when he was young.

Martin took a closer look and found that the ten people were new faces that he didn't remember.

Fatty Robert came to the side and asked concerned: "I heard that you broke your leg?"

Martin nodded: "It's been a week of recuperation." He gestured with his eyes: "A lot of newcomers?"

Robert said helplessly: "There are many things in the theater, and we have to come to work at every turn. We extras have no income, and the payment period for theater members is about to come. Some people have quit. Only by filling their stomachs can they continue their star dreams."

The choice between reality and dreams.

Jerome walked to the middle of the stage at this time, clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention, and said, "I have some good news for you."

He didn't make a joke, and said directly: "The second channel cooperates with Gray Film and Television Production Company to plan to shoot a plantation-themed play. Next week, we will recruit actors at the Midtown Art Theater. I will get in touch with the casting director. By then everyone There will be opportunities to be featured.”

Newcomers are exhilarating.

Robert was very calm, recruiting only extras.

Jerome's tone was showing off a bit: "You all know that I have some connections in Hollywood, and I just got a piece of heavyweight news, a film starring Jim Carrey and Kate Winslet with an investment of tens of millions A big-budget film will be filmed in Atlanta in the near future. In order to reduce costs, they will recruit actors in Atlanta. I believe the Marietta Theater can produce another Robert Patrick."

Martin recalled carefully, what movies did Fatty Wen and Kim Carrey have collaborated on?

The fragrant bait was thrown, and Jerome began to pull the fishing line: "The troupe belongs to all of us. We use the public facilities together. Rehearsals require expenses, and the daily maintenance costs of the theater are borne by us, so the troupe will charge you every month. The $300 membership fee, I think everyone can understand that."

Not performing for free, but performing for a fee.

It was not surprising that Martin had seen a lot.

When he was drifting, one of his fellow starlets reportedly had his family sell several houses for the supporting actress in the last drama.

This kind of paying for acting is not an exception. Many people want to pay but have no way.

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