American fame and fortune

Chapter 12 Priority of Debt
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 found 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 on 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.

The demonstrators were all women.

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, "Make way for them. When they pass the next intersection, we will turn around."

The name of the "ATL Women's Association" was printed on the vests of the marchers. Martin judged the attitude of the fat man, as if talking to himself: "Are they fighting for legal rights?"

The voice was not loud, but it fell in the fat man's ears. The fat man said casually, "This is a famous affirmative action 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 subordinates, and that they must follow the family's will in terms of sex and reproduction, which triggered this protest."

He pointed to the slogan in the hands of the marchers: "ATL Women's Association calls on women to enjoy the freedom of sex and reproduction."

Robert muttered in a low voice: "Shit!"

Martin pretended not to hear, and said to the fat man, "It's a very socially meaningful action."

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 girlfriend and many of her friends, probably dozens of young girls, have always wanted to join the Women's Association. Do something to fight for women's rights, like this kind of socially meaningful activities, they can participate anytime, but unfortunately they can't find a suitable introducer."

As long as she was in charge of food, let alone dozens of people, Elena could pull hundreds of women 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 a lot of outstanding women in the association." The fat man 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 they want to join, they can call me at any time."

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 parade group entered Peachtree Street, also dominated by women, and carried the Methodist flag.

Women began to embarrass women, and extreme conservatives confronted feminism.

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

The last scene that Martin watched, the reporters all had an orgasm.

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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 19th-century plantation-style sets, which were used as temporary dressing rooms next to the wooden houses, and 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, calculated daily salary, 100 US dollars, working hours until 04:30 pm, overtime calculated at 10 US dollars per hour, your best actors call 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 played the role of the killer who assassinated the supporting actress. He rushed to the garden where the supporting actress was with a gun, and was killed by the male protagonist with two shots.

That is to say, to shoot this intimate scene, Martin and Robert need to lie dead all the way.

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 main scene came, the two lay motionless on the ground, the male lead and the female supporting role were only left with the crew's special protection, playing poker on the stone table in the garden.

Martin understood that this was a large-scale show on the late-night show on cable.

Except for the bottom point, everything else is exposed.

After more than ten years, it might become a classic nostalgic green film.

According to the director's request, when Martin died, he must face the hero and the heroine, in order to highlight the contrast between death and surname love in the panoramic shot, causing strong sensory stimulation.

Like a photo artist from the Sacred Valley, he lay dead and enjoyed the slap and slap the whole time.

(End of this chapter)