In an apartment building that was built less than three years ago, Martin followed his landlord Antonio to the second floor. Walking on the stairs, Antonio suddenly asked: "Are you an actor?" Martin was slightly surprised, but did not deny it: "Good taste."
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"Those who speak with your accent are all daydreaming actors." Antonio was as fat as a mountain and panted when he walked: "Don't be surprised, I have seen too many people. There are many residents in this apartment.

Most of them have an identity as actors." Martin asked: "Has there been a star here?" Antonio was surprised: "Are you kidding? Star? Haha... Let's put it this way, people who leave my place are more lucky and wake up in time.

, go back and forth from wherever you go; those with average luck will work as high-end escorts; those with bad luck will go to the city center to work as street girls; the worst-case scenario, they may become homeless in some alley." Martin thought for a while,

Then he asked: "Are there any lucky ones?" Antonio went to the third floor and turned into the corridor: "Two of them went to the valley to the north. I heard they can earn tens of thousands of dollars a week. They can be considered as realizing their dreams. When

I'm an actor." He took out the key, opened a door, and said, "The previous resident was also an actor. She was very lucky and went to the valley." Martin checked the room again. It was the same as when he showed the house. It was not big.

The two-bedroom and one-living room apartment is fully furnished and has all the appliances and furniture, and the table and floor are clean, so you can move in with just your bags.

Antonio added: "How about it? It's expensive. From here, you can go to any studio in Burbank within 15 minutes, to Los Angeles International Airport in 25 minutes, and nearby restaurants, bars, cinemas, and art districts.

There are no shortages like supermarkets." He came to the living room window and pointed diagonally opposite: "For long-term parking, go to the parking lot over there, it's 60 US dollars a week, and you can park as you like." Martin said casually: "It's pretty good, last time.

I fell in love with this place as soon as I came here." Antonio warned: "You can bring people back to spend the night, one or two, it doesn't matter, as long as it doesn't affect the neighbors, but you are not allowed to hold parties here, I will call the police and drive you away."

"No problem." Martin decided to rent it: "Sign the agreement." The two signed the house rental agreement, and Martin paid half a year's rent at a time and went downstairs to get his luggage.

There was no way to park for a long time here, so he drove the car to the parking lot diagonally opposite and went to the management office to register for the weekly pass.

The cost of living in Los Angeles is higher than that in Atlanta. Martin returned to the apartment building with a trolley suitcase in one hand and a computer bag in the other.

When I went upstairs, a middle-aged man followed me. The light shone on his face, making him look like a ignited oil field in Iraq, black, oily, and pitted.

Martin came to the second floor and turned into the corridor. Kengwa Face also entered the corridor. Martin grabbed the shoulder strap of his computer bag and arrived in front of the door, focusing entirely on Kengwa Face.

But the potty-faced man walked diagonally across the room and knocked on the door: "Jessica, open the door! I know you are in there, don't hide from me." The door opened, and a blond woman appeared: "Jessica has moved out long ago.

It's not here anymore." The potty face was still entangled, but Martin had opened the door, entered the apartment, closed the door, and the sound outside was much quieter.

He packed his luggage, organized the items, and cleaned. He always felt that something was missing. Martin quickly remembered that he was not used to missing Elena to help him with housework.

He looked at the time, calculated the time difference between the two places, and called Elena's mobile phone, which quickly connected her.

"I rented a house and settled down." Martin asked: "How is it over there?" Elena's voice was full of fatigue: "Everything is fine. Emma is back. Scott just talked to her this morning.

There was a big fuss." She didn't plan to talk more about her family's bad things, but instead said: "I asked Emma carefully, Jack may have gone to Australia or New Zealand." Martin didn't care where Jack went: "He'd better not go there.

Come back again." Elena added: "Atlanta holds many events during Christmas, including a bartender competition, and I'm going to participate." Martin left Elena a lot of cocktail recipes: "I wish you the championship.

." The two talked for a few minutes. After hanging up the phone, Martin found the bag containing important items. In one of the hard-cover notebooks, the most important address and contact information were recorded.

Louise Meyer is still in Morocco and will not return to Los Angeles until the Christmas holiday at the earliest. Martin will call her every few days to chat about life and cocktails.

Kate Winslet lives in London and is temporarily visiting Robert Patrick. Martin will find a suitable time to pay a special visit.

The same is true for Michel Gondry and Blanco. As for the Los Angeles Women's Association, it's not too late to wait until Louise comes back.

Then there is the agency introduced by Louise Mayer, William Morris. Coming to Los Angeles means that Martin has to say goodbye to the extensive model in Atlanta. The provisions of the California Talent Act must be abided by at least for now.

Jobs as actors, directors, etc. must be obtained through agents. Martin asked Louise last time they talked on the phone, and Louise had already recommended his information to William Morris.

Of course, a young actor like him doesn't have to expect to get a contract and resources from a senior agent. It's impossible even if you think about it.

You must find an agent. Having an agent can save you a lot of trouble. If Martin is new here, an agent can help him get familiar with Hollywood as quickly as possible.

Martin found the phone number left by Louise, called her, introduced himself, and made an appointment to meet her in the afternoon.

William Morris was in Beverly Hills Century City. Martin had lunch, changed into formal clothes, and drove there. He came to the company's front desk a few minutes early. After stating his name, someone took him into the company's open office.

Hall.

In the office partitions, there are men and women in suits and ties. They are extremely busy and rarely leave their phones.

The front desk took Martin to the innermost partition of the hall, where sat a man in a gray suit who was less than thirty years old. After seeing the two of them, he gestured to them to wait.

The man talked quickly into the phone, but he probably didn't achieve the effect. He hung up the phone with a bang and cursed: "Bitch!"

"Thomas, I'm looking for you." The receptionist said and left.

"Who are you?" Thomas Lane asked.

"Martin Davis." Martin simply said: "I called in the morning and they asked me to come over to you." Thomas thought about it: "The little actor assigned to me." Just like the examiner, he looked back.

He sat on his swivel chair and looked at Martin with his hands folded: "Young man, where did you study acting in school, what roles have you played, and who recommended the company you came to?" Martin was digging out information.

Thomas quickly said: "Don't show me those useless things, you have to establish the awareness of saving time." Martin said truthfully: "I worked as an extra when I was sixteen and learned acting from many people, too many teachers to count.

I just starred in a B-level movie called "Zombie Gigolo." Thomas frowned slightly. He came from a wild background and his resume is too bad.

At this time, a text message sounded on his cell phone, and he reached over to look through the text message. Martin continued: "My recommender is Ms. Louise Meyer." Thomas raised his head suddenly: "Louise Meyer? Pacific Movies

Ms. Meyer, who is a professional?" Martin nodded: "It's her." Thomas threw the phone back on the desk and pointed to a swivel chair next to him: "Sit down and chat." When Martin sat down, he stretched out his hand: "You

Where is his personal information? Give it to me." Martin was not surprised at the sight, took out the information and handed it over. There was nothing strange about his expression or demeanor.

Thomas looked carefully and saw that he was very inconspicuous in front of him. He was a background actor in a late-night scene in Atlanta and later worked as a supporting role. Such a resume can be found in Los Angeles by tens of thousands of people.

But when he saw the male protagonist of "Zombie Gigolo", Thomas felt that the name was somewhat familiar. He didn't ask any more questions, turned his swivel chair to the computer, and typed quickly on the keyboard with his hands, and the relevant information of "Zombie Gigolo" was displayed on the screen.<

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The theatrical movie released by Lionsgate has grossed millions of dollars at the North American box office. The male protagonist is named Martin Davis, who looks exactly like the man opposite him.

It’s interesting. The leading actor in a theatrical movie is a very good resume for a young actor. Then I clicked on a video I searched for, and it happened to be the two major scenes of the leading actor in the movie - the zombie machine gun dance and the trapeze.
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This was followed by an impromptu dance performance at the fan meeting. After the video was played, Thomas subconsciously lowered his head and looked at his lower abdomen. His deep self-esteem was like an alien shape, and it was heartbreaking and piercing out.

Looking at the young man opposite, he has an outstanding appearance and a calm demeanor, as if he has an aura of contempt. Thomas quickly calmed down and put on a smile: "It's a male protagonist in a theater movie. The reputation is a bit bad, but the box office is not bad compared to the investment.

You have a good starting point." Having said this, Thomas thought of a possibility. Although Pacific Pictures is not large in scale and has never independently produced films, it often participates in various platters. Louise Meyer has no relationship with this person.

It will be simple.

They all work in Hollywood, and some things can be understood after a little thought. Louise doesn't care, and Martin certainly won't hide it. This kind of personal connections can be brought out directly, which saves a lot of trouble: "I've been in Atlanta, Louise.

She recommended me to come to Los Angeles for development. I don’t have an agent or agency, so she recommended my information to William Morris.” Thomas understood now that the person assigned to him was not a burdensome newcomer, but a potential customer, and said: “You

I just came here and don’t know much about the industry, so I can introduce it to you. Let’s talk about the brokerage contract first.” After reading the book, he introduced in detail: “wmA implements the unified standards in the industry, with a commission of 10%. Newcomers sign for one year for the first time.

For three years..." Martin had learned about these in detail, but he still listened carefully to Thomas.

The biggest advantage of Hollywood's agency contract is that there is no contract of sale. The relationship between actors, agents and agencies is very complicated. How to get along depends on the power in the industry.

For example, when it comes to Leonardo's level, if he fires cAA and uses a manager instead of an agent, there's nothing he can do with him.
Chapter completed!