Chapter 9 The Roar of Angry

The second one is sent, what about the recommended ticket? What about collections?

Anyone who sees such a beautiful woman will stop and look for a while, and Matthew is no exception. Due to the bookshelf in the middle, his eyes have been moving with the short-haired woman. She is beautiful herself, and she even runs to the bookstore. Can it be regarded as the intellectual beauty in the rumor?

As soon as such a thought appeared, Matthew's eyes suddenly widened. The woman seemed to have found a book she liked. She stopped in front of a bookshelf and pulled out two colorful thirty-two open books in a flash. in his handbag.

Matthew squeezed his eyes hard, as if he didn't believe what he saw in front of him, such a slender, delicate and pure woman turned out to be a thief?

The short-haired woman stuffed the book into her bag, and continued to visit the bookstore as if nothing had happened. Matthew thought that she might have put the book in her bag temporarily, and she would take it out when she paid at the cashier, and quickly selected several books about actors. , turned to the bookshelf on the woman's side, and found that the other party had already walked to the cashier.

"If she is a thief, it would be wonderful to be caught!"

Out of curiosity, Matthew followed, and when he passed by the bookshelf where the woman was holding books, he glanced at it, and there were indeed two vacancies on it.

Just as he turned out of the bookshelf, the short-haired woman walked past the cashier with a handbag, and the two female clerks standing behind the cashier greeted her warmly, as if they knew her. The woman nodded and said directly. out the door.

Matthew couldn't help shaking his head, walked over and put the book on the cashier counter, but didn't say anything. After paying, he left. Although he was quite surprised by this, he didn't need to mind his own business.

In order to save money, he didn't call a rental, and changed to a bus to go home. Although the small apartment he rented was old, it also meant that he had a fixed base in Los Angeles.

Back home, sitting on the sofa that had collapsed in the middle, Matthew picked up one of the books he bought, opened it and read it. Skills and History", he read it for a while, just like reading the contract before, he always found it difficult to read...

boom--

Matthew closed the book, and it was imminent to improve his reading ability. After thinking for a while, he went to the newsstand downstairs and bought two newspapers. Compared with the tome full of technical terms, the newspapers were less difficult to understand.

After reading a tabloid, he set himself a task, and he must take time to read every day in the future to improve this most basic ability. When reading reaches a certain level, he must also exercise his writing ability.

Even if you can't be a Hollywood star, you can't be semi-illiterate.

There is also an acting school, which is also very important, but don’t worry, Matthew has checked in the past few days. If you are willing to further your studies, there are countless performance training institutions in Los Angeles. These institutions include professional performance schools, short-term training courses, Temporary acting courses in various universities, performance lectures on Broadway, etc. For example, the Hollywood Film and Television Academy provides six-month courses, 5 times a week.

The problem is that these are expensive, and he is temporarily unable to pay such a large amount of money when liquidated damages may be added at any time.

Just thinking about the previous breach of contract, the phone rang.

Matthew put it in his ear, and a very professional voice came, "Hello, is this Mr. Matthew Horner?"

"I am." He had a bad feeling.

"Mr. Horner, I'm lawyer Chris Walker." The man introduced himself, "The legal counsel of the "Forbidden Tarot" crew, I am now representing the crew and the company where the crew works, and I formally inform you that you have violated the contract between the two parties. the contract..."

Then he said a lot of jargon and contract terms, which eventually turned into a sentence, "You need to pay $50,000 in liquidated damages! Please provide your address, and I will send you an official lawyer's letter this afternoon..."

"Hello? Hello?" Matthew suddenly shouted loudly,

"What did you say? I can't hear you clearly? Damn phone, it's broken again!"

After speaking, he directly opened the back cover of the mobile phone and removed the battery.

This is a no-brainer. It can only be done in a hurry. When the guy signed the contract with the "Forbidden Tarot" crew, all he left behind was real information. It will be a new century soon. In society, as long as the other party pursues the breach of contract, it is estimated that it will be useless for him to run back to the Texas countryside.

"Fifty thousand dollars is not a small amount." Matthew frowned, "Should I also find a lawyer?"

If you find a lawyer, it is easy to reach an out-of-court settlement, and it may not cost as much as $50,000, but the lawyer's fee is also a lot of expenses.

Matthew knew very well that after all, it was a matter of money. If there was money, none of these problems would be a problem.

When will I be able to be as free as Johnny Lee Miller?

Thinking of this, Matthew put down his mobile phone, took the newspaper and the book, and read it carefully. If he didn't even have the ability, even if the opportunity presented itself, he would not be able to seize it.

After reading books in the apartment for a few hours, he went out for a run in the afternoon, and had some dinner casually. Matthew went out again. At present, the actor can only be said to be part-time, and his regular occupation is the driver of the Red Penguin Company.

Went to Liszt to pick up work assignments and car keys, endured the sarcasm of black people and fat people, and waited in the driver's lounge for a while. Matthew drove the Ford nanny car and set off to pick up people in Westwood District, and then Take it to nearby Orange County.

Picking up the blond girl named Rachel from Westwood, Matthew drove up the highway leading to Orange County. Just like last time, this girl was sunny and cheerful, sitting in the seat next to her and talking non-stop.

"Handsome guy, how are you thinking?" she said carelessly. "Recently, a company is urgently recruiting male models. Your conditions are very good."

Without thinking about it, Matthew shook his head, "No."

"Your job earns very little." Rachel took out the mirror to touch up her makeup, "Can I support you?"

"I found another part-time job," Matthew said.

Rachel looked at him curiously, "Isn't that what you said last time to be an actor?"

"Yeah!" Matthew nodded, "I've got a job in a crew."

"Cut!" Rachel waved, "The kind of background board without lines?"

"Yeah!" Matthew responded.

Rachel snorted and said, "When I first arrived in Los Angeles more than a year ago, I had won several roles like this, and it was useless and had no chance."

She shrugged and said in a relaxed tone, "For a long time, I wanted to commit suicide in desperation."

"It's not like that?" Matthew quickly turned his head and glanced at her.

It's hard to imagine such a sunny and cheerful girl wanting to commit suicide.

"You don't know the kind of poor people who can't even pay the rent, can't even eat..." Rachel put away her smile, "Look up to the despair that there is no way to go."

"I have experienced it." Matthew smiled, "I once thought about suicide."

"Huh?" Rachel laughed again, "Why didn't you kill yourself?"

"I didn't find the right way." Matthew said half-truths, "It hurts to use a knife, it's too wet to jump into a river, it stains clothes with sulfuric acid, you get cramps when you take medicine, guns are illegal, you can't hang yourself, and the gas stinks. So, let's just steal your life."

"You...haha..."

Rachel pointed at Matthew and laughed.

Like last time, the two were chatting to pass the time. After getting off the highway, Matthew picked up another three girls in Orange County and sent them to their destination before dark.

The same is a mansion, the difference is that this time it seems to be a formal party.

However, none of this was his business. As usual, he parked the car outside the mansion out of the way. Matthew put the seat down to sleep, and when the next day dawned, he put a few tired girls next to each other. sent back.

After finishing work and before returning home, Matthew received a call from his agent, Dennis Coulter, informing him to report to the crew in the afternoon.

Matthew hurried back home, took another nap, and cleaned himself up a bit. He looked quite energetic. After eating a little meal in advance, he rushed to Universal Studios. When he got there, it was not even twelve o'clock noon.

At the entrance of the studio, Matthew saw a fat figure again. Unlike the last meeting, Dennis Coulter looked high-spirited, as if a happy event was coming.

"Let's go..." He beckoned to Matthew, "Let's go in."

The two said a few words to the staff guarding the entrance of the studio, and entered the office area they had visited before. Since it was lunch time, most of the people went to eat, and the office area was empty. Matthew and Dennis Kurt Sitting on the bench in front of the casting director's office, I waited patiently.

"Remember!" Dennis Coulter seemed to be in a really good mood, and specifically told Matthew, "Do what you want to do when shooting, and don't make your own decisions."

He waved his hand, "You are just a background board. Normally, you can just stand still. It's not difficult."

Matthew nodded, "I remember!"

This is the first step in accumulating experience and qualifications. When he came to Los Angeles, he basically smeared his eyes. With experience and qualifications, the chances of getting a role in the future will be higher.

"I'm going to the toilet, you wait here, don't run around."

If it wasn't for this stepping stone to play a role, and to get in touch with the casting director Rubin, Dennis Coulter would be too lazy to say this, "There may be additional performances in a while, don't conflict with people."

Matthew nodded, and Dennis Coulter turned and walked away.

Sitting here was so boring, Matthew couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to play for the first time in the afternoon. After thinking about it for a while, the sound of high heels stepping on the floor suddenly came from the other side of the corridor, and then from a corner, a man came over. Slender girl.

Matthew glanced over there and found that it was Angelina Jolie who had dyed her hair blond. He thought she was here to find him, so he quickly stood up and waved his hand.

Unexpectedly, Angelina Jolie didn't even look at her, just pushed open a door and broke in.

"Why? Why do you want to cancel yesterday's scene?" Angelina Jolie's angry roar sounded immediately, "And cut my part?"

A cold and empty female voice followed, "I'm the producer, this is a normal shooting adjustment!"