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Chapter 95 The Audition Storm (Please Subscribe)

The black sedan stopped in front of the North Hollywood apartment building. Just as Thomas was about to take out his phone, Martin came out of the door, opened the passenger door, got in, and said, "Let's go, Warner Bros. Studios."

Today is the last round of auditions.

Thomas started the car and drove towards Burbank.

As they drove to a crossroads, he realized something was wrong and quickly understood: "Why aren't you driving? Martin, I'm your agent, not your driver."

"Don't worry about those trivial things," Martin naturally diverted Thomas's attention. "I have an audition later, so I need to be energetic."

Thomas accepted this explanation and not only drove with peace of mind but also tried to maintain a steady speed to avoid making Martin uncomfortable, acting like a dedicated driver.

What is a customer's opportunity is also his opportunity.

Martin pulled down the sun visor and tidied his short hair in front of the mirror.

Thomas said, "No problem, Mary Gale hated the Beatles and liked men with clean, short hair."

The car arrived at Warner Bros. Studios and parked in the parking lot.

Before getting out of the car, Thomas encouraged Martin: "We've prepared for so many days, used our biggest connections, and meticulously planned every single detail, all for today!"

Martin said seriously, "Even if Susan Levine wanted me to go to a hotel with her, I wouldn't mind."

Thomas waved his hand: "She just got engaged to Robert Downey Jr., it's not that serious."

The two arrived at the entrance of the film studio and transferred to an electric cart.

Midway through, Martin took out his phone and made a call: "Robert, it's me, Martin. I need to talk to you about something."

Inside the Marietta Community Theater, Robert saw the incoming call and headed towards the gift counter by the door, saying as he walked, "I know, Coke, right? I'll go buy some now and put it on the table facing Los Angeles."

Martin laughed: "Thanks, old buddy."

Robert bought a can of Coke and went to the office. His desk had been officially moved to the west side, and olive oil was always kept on the desk.

Spread olive oil on the aluminum cans and place them on the far west side.

Martin and Thomas arrived at the film crew's location and entered a small soundstage.

Outside the audition room, in the waiting area, were six or seven young actors in their twenties.

Martin had no recollection of most of them, nor could he find any corresponding faces in his memories of his past life.

The only person I recognized, Adrian, with his medium-length dark brown hair, came up to me.

Martin asked knowingly, "Dude, did you come all this way just to cheer me on? Thanks." He stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Really, no need. I was just going through the motions."

These words once again reminded Adrian of Jason Shawn, who was the biggest threat.

In recent days, he and his agent have focused all their attention on Jason Shawn, and have specifically inquired about the funding Paris Hilton brought into the production, which even exceeds that of Pacific Pictures.

Adrian smiled and said, "I'm not just here to cheer you on; I also came to see the auditions for the lead roles in commercial films."

Looking at the guy's smiling face, Martin really wanted to punch him, but seeing his medium-length hair, he raised his fist and bumped it with his: "Go for it, buddy!"

Adrian felt nauseous at the sight of the handsome face opposite him, but he forced himself to say, "Brother, let's cheer each other on."

Martin and Thomas found a place to sit down.

The latter said, "See? It's not that I don't work hard. The competition within the company is just as fierce. If you don't demonstrate certain value, the company won't invest more resources in you."

Martin knew he couldn't just whip the crow; he also needed to reel in a carrot: "I used Louise Mayer's connections and didn't use many company resources."

Thinking of Louise Mayer, who was under Martin's wing, Thomas felt he needed to work even harder.

It's not uncommon for clients to sign contracts with companies and then switch to a new agent if they are dissatisfied with their agent.

Meanwhile, Adrian entered the empty corridor, dialed his henchman Tony's number, and asked, "He hasn't arrived yet?"

Tony replied, "The guy at the hotel entrance said he left the hotel alone and should be arriving soon."

"Can you do it?" Adrian asked. "There can't be any mistakes."

Tony laughed: "We've done so much for him these past few days, our time and effort won't be wasted. Don't worry, leave it to me."

Adrian hung up the phone, took out his phone card, went into the bathroom, and flushed it down the toilet.

In the parking lot outside, Tony smashed the SIM card and threw it into the trash can.

Back in the car, wait patiently.

According to the audition guidelines provided by the production team, Martin's audition time was 10:00 AM.

There were four people ahead of him, and they came out in less than ten minutes on average.

The audition room door opened, and an assistant said, "Martin Davis."

Martin took out his phone, turned it off, and strode into the audition room, his eyes quickly scanning the room.

The woman in her fifties, wearing glasses and with a face full of wrinkles, sat at the front; she was casting director Mary Gayle.

Sitting next to me is Susan Levine.

There are at least eight more people behind.

This time, there were even two people playing games; connections are everywhere.

Martin greeted them: "Manager Levin, Director Gay, good morning."

Susan simply nodded.

"Good morning." Mary's gaze lingered on Martin's face; his neat, light brown short hair looked both handsome and pleasing to the eye.

While it's not as simple as judging people by their appearance, what normal woman wouldn't want to take a second look at a handsome man she finds pleasing to the eye? She said, "Let's begin, according to the script."

Martin was well-prepared and quickly got into character, starting to rehearse with the audition assistant.

Susan Levine rested her chin on her hand, glancing at the camera screen every now and then. Louise, that alcoholic, was reliable; the actors she recommended were fine.

Of all the people who auditioned, he was the one with the best acting skills.

Perhaps the character resonated with the viewer?

During the scriptwriting process, Susan asked the screenwriter to change the character settings, since Nick Jones was only a supporting actor who acted alongside the female lead.

A person who has been to jail for stealing cars.

This is exactly the kind of prodigal son who returns home that Susan loves most.

Susan believes that the hardships and bitterness of life are the best way to temper a person, and those who survive this period of suffering will shine brightly.

The audition ended quickly, and after the actors left, Susan routinely asked, "How was Martin Davis?"

Mary had no say in the decision, so she simply gave her first impression: "Very good."

Meanwhile, Jason Shawn drove up to Warner Bros. Studios.

His newly styled short blonde hair, which he had styled a few days ago, made him look quite energetic.

As soon as I entered the parking lot, my phone rang. It was my girlfriend calling.

"Honey, have you arrived yet?"

"I'll be there soon," Jason Sean said. "Don't worry, I'll be fine on my own. You really don't need to come with me."

Paris Hilton added, "Okay, call me when you're done."

Jason Sean hung up the phone, still not understanding what was happening, when a car suddenly appeared from the side and crashed into the front of his car.

In the parking lot, neither car was traveling fast, and the collision was not serious.

Jason Shawn glanced at the time, opened the door, and got out of the car.

A short, fat, and ugly guy got out of the car opposite.

"How do you drive?" Jason Sean checked the extent of the collision. "Forget it, you'd better get going."

Tony wasn't about to leave. Pointing at him, he said, "You ask me how to drive? I should be asking you how to drive! You were on your cell phone and you hit me."

Thinking about the upcoming audition, Jason Shawn held back for the time being: "I'm not going to argue with someone like you. Just give me a number."

Tony demanded an exorbitant price: "This is a new car; repairs will cost at least $3000."

Jason Sean estimated that it would only cost $500, and he was furious, but he knew what was important and prepared to get his checkbook.

Tony discovered that this guy was surprisingly patient and quickly changed his strategy.

He started rapping: "I've seen Paris, her double heads are sunken in, different sizes; I've seen Paris, she's like a bitch, lying there waiting to be fucked; I've seen Paris, she likes to give people blowjobs, her face and chest covered in smears; I've seen Paris..."

Jason Shawn immediately understood who the short, ugly, and fat guy was singing about and what the lyrics described.

Previously, when asked about the videotape, he always acted nonchalantly, saying he didn't care.

But when someone mocks a man to his face, it's unbearable.

Jason Shawn lunged forward and punched Tony in the face, sending Tony's obese body crashing backward to the ground with a thud.

"You bastard, you damn fatso!" Jason Sean rushed up and kicked him hard.

Tony quickly covered his head. Since his nose wasn't bleeding, he bumped it hard against his fist when he looked down, and then blood started flowing from his nose.

Nearby, Tony's girlfriend called the police and rushed over, yelling, "Help! Help! Murder!"

Hearing the commotion, two of the parking lot security guards ran over.

This is Warner Bros. Studios, a key area patrolled by the police. In less than half a minute, the sound of sirens could be heard.

Jason Shawn tried to run, but Tony held him firmly by the leg.

Security personnel came over and shouted to stop them.

The patrol car sped into the parking lot, and Tony immediately let go of her hand and lay on the ground pretending to be dead.

His girlfriend used her position as a woman to loudly denounce Jason Shawn's violent behavior.

The parking lot security guards also witnessed Jason Shawn unilaterally beating Tony.

This location is right within the range of the surveillance camera.

Tony lay on the ground, unable to get up, blood flowing from his nose, smearing his face, making him look incredibly miserable.

Jason Shawn loudly defended himself, shouting that he was an actor and had to attend important auditions.

But in Los Angeles, where everyone is an actor, his unfamiliar face held no credibility with the police.

Another patrol car arrived as backup.

The two men subdued Jason Sean and took him back to the police station.

One person took statements from Tony's girlfriend and the security guards, while the other obtained permission from the security guards to retrieve the surveillance footage.

The parking lot quickly returned to quiet.

Tony called his lawyer and filed a formal police report, meaning Jason Shawn wouldn't be coming back anytime soon.

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At the film crew's accommodation, an assistant opened the audition room door and called out, "Jason Sean, it's your turn."

No one came over, and no one answered.

The assistant called out loudly, "Is Jason Sean here?"

The other actors looked at each other, but still no one responded.

Adrian chuckled to himself; Tony's side was all sorted out.

The assistant turned around and said, "Jason Sean isn't here."

Susan frowned. As the producer, she was personally overseeing the final round of auditions, yet the actors were late, showing no basic respect whatsoever.

She said directly, "Next one."

The assistant went out again and called out, "Adrian Granny."

(End of this chapter)