America achieves both fame and fortune

Chapter 120 What's the Most Magical?

In the villa's living room, Louise sat at the bar, slowly sipping her wine and occasionally glancing at the WarnerMedia live broadcast.

Presenter Jamie Lee Curtis put down his card and announced, "The winner of Best Young Actor is Martin Davis for 'Zombie Dancer'!"

Applause erupted.

Louise picked up her glass and raised it towards the television: "Congratulations."

He put down his wine glass, picked up Martin's notepad where he often wrote recipes, and quickly jotted down a new entry.

After writing it down, Louise smiled. It seemed that the jerk had already paid the bill.

Who cares? No matter what roles he gets or what honors he receives in the future, it will all be a new debt he owes her.

It must be repaid with a new formula until it is completely squeezed dry.

As for what to do after squeezing them dry, the female alcoholic and the female pervert wouldn't consider that far ahead.

Atlanta, Clayton neighborhood.

Upon hearing the name of the winner announced, Lily's face contorted. She wanted to jump up and cheer, but felt inexplicably heartbroken.

Is Martin winning the award a good thing or a bad thing?

Looking at the carefree Hall, it was all his fault.

Lily's body had fully developed, and with Elena's years of personal demonstration, she raised her fist and started punching.

Hall's younger brother screamed in agony as he was beaten.

Lily felt relieved and suddenly understood why Elena liked violent suppression.

Not only can it help you vent your anger, it can also improve your mood.

Lily quickly decided that whenever she was unhappy, she would beat up Hall.

Feeling better and no longer conflicted, Lily slipped into her room, found the phone she had secretly bought, and quietly sent a text message.

Congratulations on winning the award!

At the Marietta Community Theatre, over a hundred people, including theatre director Jerome and Robert, gathered to watch the Saturn Awards ceremony.

The moment Martin was announced as the winner, Jerome was the first to stand up and applaud.

Robert cheered loudly, got up, picked up a bottle of Coke, opened it, and gulped down half of it.

The 2003 Coca-Cola tastes amazing.

The community theater was filled with applause.

Jerome went on stage, stood in front of the television, and recruited new members on the spot.

"See that? Martin Davis, Hollywood's rising superstar, came from the Marietta Theatre Company!" He waved his arms, his words dripping with enticement: "Want to be the next Martin Davis? It's simple, join the Marietta Community Theatre Company, the opportunity is right in front of you!"

He wasn't just making empty promises: "Gray Films has signed a contract with Warner Bros., and several future film projects will be shot in Atlanta, including the $1.5 million 'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.' The Marietta Theatre Company will give priority to providing child actors and extras for the production. Don't underestimate yourselves; Martin Davis, like you, started as an extra..."

A large number of extras requested to join the troupe.

Robert went upstairs alone to the office, saw the desk and the Coke on it, carefully recalled every detail, and took out his notebook to write it all down.

This is a successful experience!

Los Angeles, Avalon Theatre.

In the third row, Martin and his agent Thomas high-fived and got up to walk toward the stage.

At that moment, all eyes were on Martin, and all cameras and video cameras were focused on him.

The live broadcast on WarnerMedia featured only close-ups of Martin.

Martin went on stage, accepted the trophy from Jamie Lee Curtis, said thank you, and stood before the podium, saying, "A year ago, I was repairing a roof in Atlanta, and now I'm standing here holding this trophy. It feels like a dream. Thank you to the Academy of Science Fiction and Horror, and thank you to everyone who has helped me."

He got to the point: "Thank you to my friends in Atlanta, the Carter siblings in the Clayton community, Jerome and Robert, the directors of the Marietta Theatre Company, thank you to the production company Gray, thank you to the distributor Lionsgate, and thank you to my agent Thomas!"

Martin, always pushing his agent to work harder, pointed specifically to the seating area: "Thomas's over there, he's my golden partner!"

The camera lens turned to him, and Thomas smiled and raised his hand, feeling incredibly pleased.

Agents need reputation too, you know.

Martin quickly added, "I also want to thank the Men's Group, Hart, you guys are the best dancers, and my brother Old Brooks, he's a truly civilized man. Oh, and Ms. Mel from Pacific Pictures, you gave me the opportunity to act in a movie..."

With time running out, Martin quickly turned to his artistic side: "I especially want to thank the Beast House club in Atlanta. Owners Vincent and Sofia provided us with the filming location and all sorts of conveniences. 'Zombie Gigolo' was filmed at the Beast House, thank you!"

Martin didn't waste a single second of his 45-second acceptance speech, only moving backstage when the notification sounded.

Upon arriving at the door of a locker room, he handed the trophy to Bruce at the door, who then gave him his cell phone.

Martin received several text messages, quickly browsed through them, and replied to a few briefly.

My phone vibrated; it was a message from Vincent: "Congratulations on winning the award. Your acceptance speech was excellent."

Martin handed the phone back to Bruce and said, "The sponsor is very satisfied. Notify Thomas to follow up with the publicity. It will be hard to find such a generous sponsor next time."

They opened the door and entered the dressing room, where only six members of the handsome men's group were present.

Martin asked, "Where are they?"

Brian said, "I went to the bathroom."

As soon as he finished speaking, the other three stood up: "Let's go to the restroom first."

Martin checked the time; there was still half an hour before their match. He instructed, "Go quickly and come back quickly."

He went into the dressing room and changed into his custom-made performance costume.

When she came out again, Annie knocked on the door and said, "They're so nervous."

Hart, Carrington, and the others returned one after another.

Martin's gaze swept across their faces one by one. During rehearsals, these guys were only excited, but today, when they were going to perform, most of them were extremely nervous.

If it weren't for long-term experience performing on a circular stage, one's hands and feet might become stiff.

"Hey! Hey! Guys, what's wrong? Scared?" Martin prepared for the worst. If they were still like this, he would have to perform alone, but without backup dancers, the effect would definitely be worse. The handsome men's group had been rehearsing for more than half a month, and they couldn't just give up.

Once everyone had returned, he clapped his hands and said, "So what if you're on TV? You've all made movies, what are you afraid of?"

Hart said, "No, boss, it's just that thinking about the live broadcast made me want to pee."

Martin raised his voice: "Guys, what haven't you seen? Were you nervous when facing so many customers at the club? Were you nervous when a group of hundreds of people booked the entire venue and you had to go through a 'challenge' of them? Were you nervous when those customers were filming you?"

"No!" He knew how to ignite the fighting spirit of this group: "Tonight, you're going to be on the Saturn Awards stage. Do you know how many millionaires are sitting in the audience? Do you know how many multi-millionaires and billionaires are watching on TV? Hmm? Tonight, if you perform well, they'll be your future clients. Do you know how full their wallets are?"

Martin's tone softened: "I spent six months in Los Angeles and found that many rich women are empty and lonely. They only have money and can only use money to buy happiness. Tonight, if you get through tonight, you will be the top male escort team in the United States. Those people will fly to Atlanta to find you and open their wallets to let you name your price."

Hart, Carrington, and the others all laughed.

Martin's words held no magic, but the money he frequently mentioned possessed a terrifying power that could make God kneel and sing of conquest.

Seeing that his old buddies were feeling a bit better, Martin whispered the most inspiring words: "For MONEY!"

The 18-year-old man gradually returned to normal, rambling on and on about "money!"

Fifteen minutes later, an assistant came to inform me that we should get ready to go on stage.

Martin led his eighteen bronze men to the stage entrance, and at the assistant director's command, they stepped onto the stage.

The music blared, laser lights flashed, and the zombie machine gun dance, evolved from MJ's zombie dance, began to tremble.

Zombie dancing is nothing new today, and countless male and female celebrities have performed moves like twisting their waists, sticking out their hips, and shaking their pelvis.

But few people can maintain such a fast and intense pace for an extended period of time as Martin.

It's as if there's an electric motor installed in my waist.

Those seated in the front row closest to the stage, including Nicole Kidman, Uma Thurman, Jennifer Connelly, and Kate Beckinsale, stared in astonishment.

That's outrageous!

The camera lens turned around, and the footage switched to a live television broadcast.

Most of the viewers who watched the awards ceremony remembered the dance and Martin Davis's name.

The dance was nearing its end, and Martin once again unleashed his machine gun dance.

Eighteen handsome men rushed in from the perimeter, all sliding to their knees and surrounding Martin, like stars surrounding the moon.

As the performance came to a close, enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience.

The female celebrities in the front row knew exactly how to attract the camera's attention, and they all stood up, applauded, and cheered.

The live stream camera turned to them again.

The atmosphere at the scene immediately became lively.

Martin and his group of handsome men took their bows and went backstage.

Hart said excitedly as he walked, "Did you see Nicole Kidman? She winked at me!"

Another person said, "It was clearly thrown at me."

Carrington said, "I just want Jennifer Connelly. Have you ever seen her ride a rocking horse? ...God, I wish she were riding me."

Martin looked at the group of overly excited guys and said, "Guys, a lot of people will be coming backstage. There's a huge party after the awards ceremony. It's up to you who you can hook up with."

Upon reaching the locker room door, Martin returned the clothes, retrieved his phone from Bruce, and sent Thomas a text message: "Let the partners get started."

Thomas replied quickly: "I've already informed them, hurry up."

Winning awards and performing live were only part of the Martin Saturn Awards program. With ample sponsorship funds, he had Thomas contact numerous entertainment and online media outlets to generate buzz.

In addition, he won't be idle behind the scenes; he'll do everything he can to seduce people.

(End of this chapter)