Movie Master

Michael Fassbender stood on the bulletin board, carefully and repeatedly reading the information on the bulletin board. Recently, due to the delay in receiving any news from the TV series, he has become more and more urgent, hoping to find a job quickly, otherwise the rent will really be skyrocketed next month. Therefore, he would come to the headquarters of the Screen Actors Guild of America almost every day to see if there were new audition opportunities-without an agent, he could only rely on himself.

However, he still didn't gain anything today.

This made Michael hang his head in frustration, and reluctantly left the bulletin board with heavy steps. The oncoming staff showed a helpless smile, "There is still no gain?" Michael shook his head with a wry smile, and the staff patted him on the shoulder, "Maybe there will be changes tomorrow, don't lose confidence."

Recently, Michael has been reporting on time every day, and the staff of the Screen Actors Guild of America already know him. But so what? In Los Angeles, there are not 100,000 but 80,000 struggling actors like him. Everyone is eager to find a job, and many people even go to the crew to play corpses, just to get a daily salary and maintain themselves gradually to despair. career.

Career... Thinking of this word, Michael felt very ironic. He had heard that the profession of an actor is not so easy, and it is not always possible to see the light after crossing the road full of thorns and reaching the end, but only by truly experiencing it in this environment After experiencing, struggling, and sinking, he can understand what reality is. Apart from "Band of Brothers", he currently does not have any official works at all, and his life should not be called a "career" at all.

Michael slumped his shoulders, left the Screen Actors Guild of America, stood at the door, looked at the busy traffic on Wilshire Avenue, a little dazed, as if he couldn't find a place for him in the huge Hollywood. Should he go back? Go back to London, or go back to Heidelberg... Maybe his career as an actor should come to an end here. He is already twenty-five years old. The life of ordinary people, it doesn't sound so bad now...

But, what happened to that congested chest?

Michael sat down on the steps by the side of the street, bowed his head in frustration, and breathed heavily, but the indescribable despair still grabbed him hard, as if his lungs could not breathe a single ounce of fresh air. In this way, it was slowly wiped clean and turned into a blank.

"Dingling... Dingling..." A series of noisy voices came from far and near, and lasted for a long time, finally calling Michael back to the real world from his quiet thoughts. Looking around in focus, he didn't seem to understand where the sound was coming from. After a while, he realized that the sound came from his pocket, and it was his mobile phone.

cell phone!

Michael frantically took out the mobile phone, but the more he was busy, the more clumsy he became. The mobile phone was stuck in his pocket, and he couldn't take it out at all. It was completely stuck. Michael was so anxious that his whole body was sweating, but the phone still couldn't be taken out. He was tossing around there for a long time, the ringtone of the phone became weaker and weaker, and he realized that he stood up quickly, and finally took out the phone smoothly, but the ringtone of the phone was cut off just like that.

Michael hastily pressed the call button and shouted eagerly in his ear, "Hello! Hello? Hello!" But there was no sound from the other end. Michael realized that he still missed the call after all, and the sudden depression almost completely defeated all his defenses, so that his eyes were a little moist.

Michael buried his hands in his palms in embarrassment, forcing back his tears—this is the path he chose, even if he is kneeling, he has to finish it! Michael clenched his teeth tightly, using all his strength on the teeth, and severely suppressed the turmoil in his heart.

"Dingling!" The phone rang again, and Michael was taken aback. He quickly put the phone to his ear and shouted, "Hello!" But the sound of "Dingling" It rang once, which made Michael look at the phone, only to realize that he hadn't pressed the call button, he pressed it quickly, and said eagerly, "Hello, this is Michael Fassbender."

"This time is fast enough." A teasing voice came from the other end of the phone, which made Michael stand there in embarrassment, not knowing how to answer. Fortunately, the other party didn't seem to intend to hear a response, so he said directly, "I'm here to inform you that you've been accepted. Report to Twentieth Century Fox's company in Burbank next Monday."

"Oh, Jesus Christ! Oh, Jesus Christ!" Michael opened his mouth wide and exclaimed in disbelief, "I mean, no problem, of course no problem, absolutely no problem! ok, ok, ok ...I see..." Then Michael's voice gradually became muffled.

The other party couldn't help being stunned, hesitantly made an "uh", and then said dumbfounded, "Are you crying now?"

Michael was stunned, and subconsciously raised his hand to touch his cheek, only to realize that his cheeks were already covered with tears. He didn't even notice that the tears burst directly. The ups and downs of the day were like a roller coaster, which made him really Some couldn't hold it back, "Sorry, my fault. I mean, I was crying..." Michael also felt that it was ridiculous, but the tears couldn't stop at all, no matter how hard he tried, it made Michael couldn't help but puff I laughed—tears slipped into my mouth, I was so embarrassed, "To be honest, I had already decided to give up before you called, but... no, I mean, sorry, please ignore me."

Michael usually doesn't do this at all. He doesn't like to show his emotions easily, and he doesn't like to tell others about himself easily—even his family members, but today...today was really too many surprises. Michael was a little incoherent, but after only two sentences, Michael realized his gaffe and quickly controlled it.

Taking a deep breath, and then another deep breath, wiping the tears off his cheeks fiercely, Michael finally pulled himself together again, "Sorry, I mean, who are you, please?"

The person on the other end of the phone was also stunned by this question, and then a chuckle overflowed, "I forgot to introduce myself..." This is an exclamation sentence, "I forgot to introduce myself..." This is a Self-deprecating line, "This is Lancelot Strelow, I'm calling you on behalf of the 'The Day After Tomorrow' crew."

Lance couldn't laugh or cry while holding the phone. He had never tried to call an actor before, and made such a stupid mistake for the first time. It seems that such a matter should be left to Albert or Percy in the future.

"Oh..." Michael reacted, but was taken aback, "Oh!" He exclaimed directly.

"What's the matter? Is there any problem?" Lance could clearly hear the difference between Michael's two sentences.

Michael hesitated, touched his nose, "I thought I behaved badly that day." He didn't want to say this at first, but after learning that the other party was Lance, he decided to express his doubts, but he did. He regretted it afterwards, "You won't disqualify me from performing because of my doubts?"

"At least not today." Lance was amused by Michael, "You were not in the role you auditioned for, it was another role, but in short, you succeeded. Come over next Monday, you will know the details of the role, and then Decide if you want to play. Any other questions?"

"No, no more." Michael said again and again, although he is very curious now, what role he finally got, but...he has no choice now, does he?

"Very good. See you next Monday." After speaking, Lance hung up the phone neatly.

Michael looked at his mobile phone, pinched his arm hard, and after confirming that all this was not a dream, he held the mobile phone tightly, jumped up, and shouted loudly, "Good job!" It blooms wantonly under the sun, as if it has won the whole world.

Perhaps, this will become a new starting point for his acting career. Maybe!

On the other hand, after Lance hung up the phone, he rubbed his temples speechlessly. He originally planned to personally inform several main actors, but now it seems that this is really not what he is good at. So, Lance simply handed over the work to Albert.

However, before handing over all the work to Albert, Lance had one more thing to do himself.

Arriving early at the "Intellectuals Coffee" located at 1331 Sunset Boulevard, Lance ordered a cup of "Today's Barista Menu", and then found a table for four at the door and sat down. It was only two o'clock in the afternoon at this time, and the coffee shop was far from bustling, quiet yet energetic.

Although the environment is very good, Lance still can't help but feel a little headache. Chaos Films has not yet found a fixed office location, which is really a big problem. Every meeting is troubled by the venue problem. After "The Day After Tomorrow" finished filming, the task of finding an office was urgent.

Just when Lance was lost in thought, the wooden warehouse door of the coffee house was pushed open again. The creaking sound had the distinctive characteristics of the industrial age. Even if there were no other sounds to remind people, it was clear that a guest had arrived . Lance looked up, and then saw a man walking in, with neat short hair, dressed in a dark gray shirt and black suit pants, even the Harley sunglasses on his face couldn't hide his handsomeness.

Lance recognized this man at a glance, Daniel Wu (Daniel-Wu, Wu/Yan/Zu), the protagonist he met today, is also one of the important components of the Chinese American Legion of the "The Day After Tomorrow" crew.