MTL - American Fame and Fortune-Chapter 118 Those who compete for the boss (league leader plus 13)

Chapter 118: People fighting for the boss (lead leader plus 13)

The bus left Los Angeles International Airport and, at the strong request of Hart, Carrington and others, went straight to Burbank Warner Studios without going to the hotel first.

 Martin rented a professional dance practice room here.

The stylish boy band can’t wait to meet their dads.

 Eighteen-year-old handsome men break into Hollywood!

Arriving at the entrance of the studio, Hart and Carrington asked the guys to pack their food, marched into the studio, and followed Bruce to the dance studio.

Bruce opened the door of the dance studio and saw a familiar figure stretching his body. Hart, who was well prepared, was the first to rush forward.

After taking a few steps, Hart took advantage of the smooth ground and knelt down. He threw one hand behind his back, holding the whiteboard pen tightly in his hand, and the paint on his knees, and drew three lines on the floor. Bar.

 Carrington and other handsome men also came kneeling down, each leaving three stripes.

Hart opened his arms and just barely hugged Martin's legs: "Dad Martin, can you get full marks this time? Look, we're kneeling on the three stripes!"

The originally clean and tidy dance studio was completely stained by these idiots. Martin was so angry that he wanted to kill someone: "Old Bu, take out your gun and pull these guys out. They're all gone."

Hart spread his hands and covered his buttocks: "No! Let this pervert, Old Boo, stay away from us!"

Stylish man Brian said: "We live in the shadow of Bob's terror in Atlanta, and we are still intimidated by Bob when we come to Los Angeles."

Bruce slowly raised his right hand and pushed back his coat. The graceful movement was that of a civilized man.

Seeing that the civilized man was about to appear, Hart quickly lowered his head, breathed on the floor, and wiped it with his sleeves: "Hurry up, wipe the floor, and make Father Martin unhappy. Do you still want to be on TV?"

 Eighteen handsome men turned into eighteen cleaners.

Meine, who was standing aside, was dumbfounded. What kind of group of top-notch people are they? They have no shame and no shame!

 He was silent: "Compared to these people, am I too thin-skinned?"

These guys are here to rob the boss?

Meine immediately ran to the next door, brought a white towel over, squatted down and wiped the floor.

 Martin ignored these idiots, took a few steps forward, came to Anne, and hugged her gently: "Teacher Anne, we are going to trouble you again this time."

Anne said: "The club paid for it." She smiled: "How many days do we have?"

"Twenty days." Martin gave the exact time and added: "I will do nothing else for these twenty days and concentrate on training."

 Annie checked the dance studio: "You already have the foundation. Practicing one dance for 20 days is enough."

 Bruce brought more towels from next door and gave them to Hart, Carrington and others to restore the floor to its original state.

 Martin suggested: "You go back to the hotel and rest first, we will start tomorrow."

Anne put down her backpack: "No, I've been on a plane all the way, so I just need to stretch my body."

Hart turned around and said, "We can't wait any longer!"

 Others echoed.

 Meine felt a huge threat, and his position seemed to be receding in a straight line.

 Originally second only to Lao Bu, but now it has retreated to the Pacific Ocean?

 He quietly found Bruce and asked, "Old Bu, what's going on with them? Do they admire the boss so much?"

Bruce said: "They all starred in "Zombie Gigolo." That movie tripled their tips. This time they went to the award ceremony with Martin. How much do you think their tips can increase?"

Meine’s mind was quick and he immediately understood: “Am I traveling with them?”

“Almost.” Bruce found a suitable description: “The favorite of middle-aged and elderly women.”

 He patted Mene lightly on the shoulder: "Those idiots will return to Atlanta after attending the awards ceremony."

Meine was relieved. Eighteen guys came to compete with him for the boss. He really couldn't bear it.

 Annie changed into dance clothes with the sportsman team, warmed up together with Martin, and started training.

Professional fitness and body shaping that lasted for more than half a year helped Martin a lot.

And he doesn’t take the feminine route. His public image off the screen is that of a sunny man.

 In the evening, Martin booked a small restaurant in the hotel to entertain a group of old guys from Atlanta.

"The business of the club is so good now that it's so good." Hart sat on the chair and gushed: "The boss opened a branch in the east of Atlanta, and opened a fast hotel and a **** toy store next to the branch, allowing our goddess to enjoy one-stop service Serve."

Carrington continued: “Our income has increased a lot, and we have all moved into a middle-class community.”

 Martin raised his glass at this time: "I wish our life will get better and better!"

 Everyone picked up their wine glasses together and drank a full glass.

Hart added: "I'm engaged. Do you know what gift I will give to my fiancée?"

Mene said: "You can't pick a star from the sky and give it to her."

Hart poured the wine, came over to clink glasses with Mene, and said, "Man, have you heard of the Atlantic Astronomical Society? One of the largest astronomical societies in the United States, I bought the naming rights of a star from them, named after my fiancée! I gave her a star!"

 Martin remembers clearly that the Atlantic Astronomical Society was the one created by Harris Carter.

 He asked: “Who did you buy it from?”

"Uh...a girl who is an astronomy volunteer, she looks like fifteen or sixteen years old." Hart described as best he could: "She has long legs, a big chest, a tall head, and is very beautiful. Girls nowadays seem to have grown up taking hormones. It’s developed so well.”

 Martin had an idea.

There was still dance practice the next day, and the group dispersed before nine o'clock. Hart and the others stayed at the hotel while Martin and Bruce returned to their North Hollywood apartment.

As soon as they entered the corridor on the second floor, the door diagonally opposite opened, and Jessica came out of the door. This time she was very serious and did not make any mess. She said: "Someone sent you an express. You were not at home. Antonio asked you to leave it." Don’t forget to take it from the mailbox on the first floor.”

Martin said: "Thank you."

 Bruce quickly went downstairs and brought up a small cardboard box.

Jessica wanted to say something else, but was pulled back by Emily inside.

Bruce whispered: "They're getting smarter."

 Martin took the box, opened the door and entered the house. Bruce followed him in and went to the refrigerator to get ice water.

 “It was mailed from Atlanta,” he reminded.

 Martin looked at the shipping address, Clayton Community.

He asked for the saber that Bruce carried with him. He unpacked it several times and opened the thick shock-proof foam. Inside was a long strip wrapped in black cotton.

Bruce was curious: "What the hell? There's also a photo."

There was a photo underneath the long object. Martin picked it up. The person in the photo was Lily.

 Bruce asked: "This seems to be Elena's sister, right?"

 Martin nodded: "This is Lily."

 As he spoke, he subconsciously opened the long package.

 But when Lily's name came out, something suddenly felt wrong.

 What did Lily send in the mail?

The black cotton cloth has been opened, and the wrapped sculpture is completely revealed. It is a blue-white humanoid horn sculpture.

 Martin looked carefully and found that it vaguely looked like him, except that his mouth was curled up to the base of his ears, and he had a red nose, like a clown.

Bruce just drank the ice water in his mouth when he saw the sculpture of a human figure. He choked on a mouthful and coughed violently. He wanted to laugh while coughing.

 Martin's face turned dark. Fortunately, only Lao Bu was there. If this were opened in public, he would be killed in society.

"What have you done to people?" Bruce said impatiently as soon as he stopped coughing, "No way? Even a pervert like me thinks you are a stinking **** pervert!"

Since it was nothing, Martin was very calm: "It's just an ordinary hand-carved piece, old cloth, but your thoughts are too dirty, so you are just a clown."

Lao Bu wanted to ridicule again, so Martin decided to strike a fatal blow: "I heard from Hart that Sophia might come to Los Angeles. Will she come to you then?"

　　The **** scar was uncovered, and Bruce turned around and left: "I'll go back to get the gun, but don't close the door!"

 Martin said: "I'll wait for you to come back."

 Bruce was tired and congested, and he never looked back.

 Martin looked carefully at the figures carved from bison horns. Except for the clown shape, everything else looked good.

 It has also been carefully polished and looks like it has been polished by hand.

 Martin put it away and put it back in the box, and found that there were words behind Lily's photo.

“I’m giving you a special sculpture. I hope your life in Los Angeles will be different, just like this sculpture.”

Martin raised his fist, but no one was in front of him, so he could only smash it on Lily's photo.

 The photos and horn carvings were all put away and placed in the box where Martin kept his gifts.

 There are also crocodile teeth in the box.

 In the future, each woman you know acquaintance will receive one as a gift?

It seems like someone has done this before...

The next night, Martin made an appointment with Wes Craven and others to have a drink together. During this period, he heard Craven mention that he and Alexander Aja were involved.

Of course it is not a bayonet fight, but a big collision of ideas and creativity.

　　They both had an idea for a horror film. After communicating with each other, they found similarities, so they joined forces and merged into one.

 Craven promised the male lead to Martin, and Alexander Aja also said that he wanted to cooperate with Martin. This aspect is completely consistent.

The two specifically asked Martin to discuss it together when they started writing the script, so that the actor and the actor could better match each other.

 Martin of course responded immediately.

As for investment, Wes Craven’s horror film will have no problem finding funding.

 If it doesn’t work out, Martin still has options.

 Can cast Great Summoning on Atalanta.

 Subsequently, Martin devoted all his energy to dance training, striving to achieve good enough results when performing on stage.

As the Saturn Awards ceremony was approaching, he took time out to customize men's formal wear and dance costumes, and asked Bruce to rent a luxury car and participate in the rehearsals for the awards ceremony twice in a row.

This time with sponsorship from the Beastie House Club, Martin's budget and funds are quite sufficient.

 On May 15, 2004, the 30th Saturn Awards Ceremony kicked off at the Avalon Theater in Los Angeles.

The alliance leader will pay it back faster.

 (End of this chapter)