American fame and fortune

"The troupe will not be rehearsing new plays for the time being. For your future considerations, the focus of work will be on winning roles in film and television projects." Jerome's face was impassioned, but he had another plan in his heart.

Once the rehearsal is in motion, spending money is like flowing water.

The Marietta Community Theater is non-profit, and its income mainly comes from donations from non-profit organizations and cultural funding from the local government.

For example, theaters are owned by the city hall.

Rehearsals are the same as filming, it is easier to make accounts, and the saved money will naturally flow into the pockets of several responsible persons headed by him.

Jerome looked for you, and emphasized his tone: "In the future, I will personally guide you to perform. Believe me, no one in Marietta is more professional than me!"

Martin was thinking while listening. Facing film and television crews, the troupe has an advantage over individuals, but $300 a month...

The money in his hand was exchanged for the pain of a broken arm.

Is Harris the one with the broken arm? He respects what Harris has done.

Martin didn't see the benefits, so he wouldn't throw it out easily.

The newcomer was not an idiot either. Someone asked, "Head, why did you come to Atlanta to shoot the movie you mentioned?"

At present, Atlanta is unremarkable in the Hollywood film and television industry chain.

Jerome smiled confidently: "The state government just passed a bill before the New Year. As long as the investment of film and television works in Atlanta exceeds 500,000 US dollars, there will be a 20% tax discount. If the film is marked with the Georgia state logo, there will be another 100% discount. out of ten."

He sees it clearly: "Hollywood film and television production companies will never miss the opportunity to earn more profits, and more crews will come to Atlanta to shoot in the future. Now that the opportunity comes, are you ready?"

Another person asked: "I read in the forum that actors have to go through an agent to find a job. I don't have an agent."

"Don't worry about the damn agent, don't bother about the damn rules of the Screen Actors Union, the California guy's talent bill can't control Atlanta!" Jerome asked the man back, "Do you want the agent to take 10%, or do you want to pay 3,000? Dollars to join the Screen Actors Guild, and pay a large annual dues?"

The man was emotionally mobilized by Jerome, and he shook his head again and again: "For $3,000, I would rather change the car."

Martin has been very quiet, even if he has a different opinion, he will not speak rashly.

The Chicken Soup Conference was over, and the accountant of the troupe set up the table to collect money. Only one of the ten newly recruited people left, and the remaining nine all paid their membership dues.

Even an old man like Robert still chooses to stay in the troupe. Martin has gone through this stage and understands their psychology, which is no different from countless wanderers.

After Martin heard about the two crews, he kept thinking about how to make Jerome think of him first.

After waiting for everyone to leave, Martin turned his legs and came to the accountant's desk with shame on his face: "Mr. Mitchell, I... I have no money, and I can't pay the dues."

Jerome Mitchell frowned: "Martin, don't embarrass me."

Martin became emotional, took out his trousers and jacket pockets, and only had $7: "I'm very sorry, I fell down and broke my leg at a roof maintenance job, and the treatment cost all my salary. The boss refused to compensate and fired me. For me, can the dues be postponed for a while."

He is very good at performing simple plays that he has personally experienced: "I am looking for a new job, and I will make up for it when I have money. Yes, isn't there a play next week? As long as I get the salary of the role, I will immediately pay it to the troupe."

The predecessor, Martin Davis, has always performed well in the troupe, which is the basis for him to say these things.

Jerome looked at Martin's shame and helplessness, and remembered the most difficult time when he was young. He actually softened his heart: "Don't let me down."

"Thank you!" Martin thanked in a hurry, and glanced at a book under the accounting form, the latest issue of "Entertainment Weekly". He pointed to the magazine: "Mr. Mitchell, you know I like Hollywood News the most, but I don't have money to buy it, can you..."

Jerome waved his hand: "Take it."

Martin took the book and limped out of the theater.

Jerome was soft-hearted and would not trade at a loss, so he wrote down Martin's debts.

No one can owe him a debt for a long time. This poor ghost can't pay it off. Just find an opportunity to push the poor ghost to work and pay it off.

In Jerome's subconscious mind, those who paid the dues could sit in the back row. After all, they couldn't squeeze oil this month.

After waiting for a long time, Martin waited for the dilapidated minibus, found a back seat, and read a magazine.

After reading the magazine for a while, the minibus suddenly shook, and the driver yelled: "The bus is broken!"

Including Martin, there was a lot of scolding.

"This damn public transportation!" Martin could only get off with the others.

Halfway down the road, there might be a long wait for the next minibus. There are no taxis running around in Atlanta. If you want to take a taxi, you have to call a taxi. Martin simply walks.

A Dodge pickup, spray-painted with The House of the Beast, pulls up next to the sidewalk.

The window on the right was lowered, and Bruce, who was wearing a jacket, beckoned: "Martin Davis, do you want a ride?"

Martin looked at him: "Yes?"

Bruce pointed forward: "I live in the Baca community south of Clayton, drop by."

Martin pulled the co-pilot away and got into the car: "What a coincidence?"

Bruce gasped: "I just collected the bill for the boss." After driving a few hundred meters, he suddenly said, "I almost forgot, you have to pay me $5 for the fare."

Martin slapped the car door: "Hey, man, can you be a human being!"

Bruce held the steering wheel with one hand, and lifted his jacket with the other: "The boss said that the employees of Beast House should be civilized people who abide by the law."

Martin saw the pistol under his arm, and recognized Bruce as a civilized man: "Pay at Clayton."

"Deal!" Bruce smiled honestly.

Martin didn't want to talk to him, picked up the magazine and looked through it.

Bruce turned his head quickly, just in time to see the cover: "Entertainment Weekly? I like this magazine? It's a poster of Lost in Translation!"

Martin's thoughts changed sharply: "A fan of Scarlett Johansson?"

Bruce turned his head reluctantly: "I have collected the poster of this movie, but unfortunately it is broken."

Martin asked, "How did it break?"

Bruce pursed his dry lips: "The poster was accidentally damaged by the wind."

Martin gave a thumbs up and imitated Harris's tone: "I'm 100% sure now that you are a civilized person." He picked up the magazine and shook it: "Dude, the latest "Entertainment Weekly" is hard to buy in Atlanta. Not only the cover, but also a full set of stills from "Lost in Translation."

Bruce reached for it, but Martin withdrew it: "The fare is free, $10."

"You're a profiteer!" Having said that, Bruce looked at the cover frequently.

Martin rolled up the magazine again: "My neighbor's Carter's bastard also likes this poster. I can sell this magazine for at least 20 dollars when I take it home."

Bruce took out two $5s and threw them to Martin: "You win."

Martin put away the money, handed the free magazine to Bruce, and said nonsense: "Dude, I'm an actor, when I become popular in the future, I'll get you a signed photo of the crew..."

Bruce didn't want to talk to this person anymore. This person is not a person, so he simply resorted to his ultimate move: "Think about how to pay back the money."

"I remember." Martin planned to stay in Atlanta temporarily, and he had to find a way to deal with this account. "I want to see your boss," he said.

"Tomorrow night, the boss is at the House of Beasts." Bruce shook the magazine in his hand: "For its sake, let me tell you one thing. If you can prove your worth to the boss, you will get preferential treatment."