Exploiting Hollywood 1980

It's time for this character to have a one-on-one PK.

At 3 p.m., Madonna and Irene Cara came to the audition room. Director Alan Parker has set up the camera.

Erin Kara is a black girl with a Caribbean flair, wearing a pink top with a one-way neck, the neckline is wide open, revealing the straps and one shoulder. The bottom is a floral skirt. Very typical Caribbean style.

She came with her own agent, and a makeshift make-up to follow.

Madonna arrived alone, with short hair and a pair of sunglasses. Denim leggings, large leather boots. Ronald has advanced

Ronald took him to the dressing room, "Can you do your own makeup?"

"Yes, you don't have to worry. I'm in the band, and I do it myself before I go on stage."

"Do you remember what I told you before? You were tricked by an unscrupulous director into making an adult film. The script with lines will be given to you 5 minutes before the interview. You are ranked after Erin."

"Don't worry, I said I'm very experienced," Madonna replied. "It's the same in the music industry, there are scammers everywhere."

Well, you make up first, and Ronald can't help but worry a little bit about whether she really understands the plot she's revealing ahead of time.

When it came time to interview Erin Kara, the director gave a two-page script with a sad story.

An unscrupulous director of an adult film, finds out, promises her heroine status, and invites her to her home to "audit". At the height of the girl's hope, let her take off her top and take some "audit footage." In order to realize the dream, I cried and did it.

Of course, during the audition, I didn't really take off the scene, I just took off my jacket intentionally, and I still wore underwear inside.

But it was in the hands of director Alan Parker, who made it a little more difficult. The director let the two casting directors, the producers, and Ronald go in and watch the whole scene. Put maximum psychological pressure on the actors who audition.

Taking off the pink one-neck T-shirt in front of strange men and women, leaving only the underwear, was a big and no small psychological burden on Erin Kara.

The director took the shot himself and recited the lines behind the camera:

"You're sitting here and we're going to give you a beautiful face, a beautiful close-up."

Erin Kara made a happy expression.

"Not bad," Ronald himself commented on the actor's smile.

"You don't know, you have great chemistry with the camera. Some people are born for the camera, like they can have sex with the camera. That's how Marilyn Monroe is, and so are you..." the director read his lines.

"Really?" Eileen Cara did a great job, she squeezed out an embarrassed smile, as if she was embarrassed to hear these explicit words, and she was afraid that this was the way an artist would speak, and she would be laughed at if she protested. .

"Take your shirt off."

"What? Are you kidding me?" Erin Cara played out that shock.

"Of course not, what's wrong with you, like a stupid art high school student, I thought you were a professional. Is there any problem?" The director continued to read the lines.

Erin Carla began to unbutton, the character in the play thought it was a normal procedure for auditions, she was about to take it off and cried, "I can't do it... ah..."

In the end, the man in the play took off.

The audience at the audition site, especially the producer and Ronald, the two men onlookers, put pressure on the actor Erin Cara to let her play the role well.

Irene bravely faced her heart, took off her T-shirt for the successful audition, crossed her chest with her arms, and cried out in front of everyone's eyes.

"Bravo!" The director applauded, expressing his satisfaction with the audition.

"How is it? My Irene girl, she is the best, she is the pride of our Latinos." Producer Da Silva let out a long sigh of relief, hugging the dressed Irene to announce to everyone,

The Caribbean Latino will have another triathlon star who will perform, sing and dance.

"Madonna Ciccone." Ronald called out.

"You don't have to be nervous, just perform as you really are. Didn't you say that similar situations often occur in the music industry? Just perform according to life experience. I believe in you, you are the best!" Ronald encouraged a few words.

Madonna nodded, sat down on the audition stool, picked up the script and started reading.

"You're sitting here, and we're going to give you a beautiful face and take a beautiful close-up." The director started the audition five minutes later, and he was still playing with the actors himself.

Madonna hurriedly changed her posture and presented the most beautiful left half of her face to the camera at a 45-degree angle.

Ronald thought to himself, "That's a good response. Pretty girls are easy to deceive."

"You don't know, you have great chemistry with the camera. Some people are born with the camera, like they can have sex with the camera. Marilyn Monroe is like that, and so are you..."

"Really?" Madonna smiled brightly, her chin lifted slightly, imitating a classic Marilyn Monroe pose. It can be seen that she has deliberately learned to imitate Monroe.

Surprisingly good. Unexpectedly, Madonna looks like Monroe from certain angles, and the audience of the movie will definitely like it. The director seems to be smiling, and opportunity is beckoning.

"Take your shirt off."

"What? You're joking, cowboy, aren't you?" Madonna said this without being shy or embarrassed, just... flirtatious.

"Of course not, what's wrong with you, like a stupid art high school student, I thought you were a professional. Is there any problem?" The director pouted and continued to finish his lines.

Madonna's white T-shirt had no buttons, she simply took off the T-shirt, "I can do it... ah no, I can't do it..."

Ronald covered his face.

"Why did you act like that in the end? That's not shyness, that's flirting." In the discussion afterward, Madonna was not unexpectedly eliminated. That kind of bold style may be suitable for acting as a porn star. Ronald drove her home.

"Didn't you ask me to act according to life experience?"

"God, you have to read the script. You started out pretty good, but ended up flirting with the director. The script is about a high school student who hasn't graduated yet."

"I was like this when I was in high school. I deliberately turned somersaults in the hallway wearing a cheerleading miniskirt. At this time, boys would secretly look at my skirt, hahaha."

"God, did you know that you were eliminated? I gave you the whole problem for nothing." Ronald couldn't stand her heartlessness.

"Of course," Madonna stopped smiling and her expression became serious. "I'm used to it. I always get rejected when I audition. I prefer acting to singing. But they all think I'm more talented in singing."

"But I'm 21 years old this year, and if I don't start, I have little hope of releasing an album in the future. In the music business, good singles have been taken away, and I didn't want to give up and go back to my home town in Michigan, so I No chance will be missed.”

"There are still some resident actors in this play, if you want, you can play the role of the choir."

"The 'A Chorus Line' kind? I want to play the lead."

Another girl with a strong ambition. "Song and Dance Online" is a Broadway musical about the sad life of a choir girl with a human background. It seems that she doesn't want to play such a role.

"Am I really bad at acting?" Madonna was silent for a while, then suddenly asked Ronald.

"Why do you ask?"

"When I came to New York last year, I was on $35, working as a clerk at a doughnut shop and taking performance classes with the money I saved up as a backup dancer for a famous dancer. But when I auditioned, I was always told no. You were the first One said I was ok with auditions." Madonna looked at Ronald's gaze in the rearview mirror.

"I didn't lie to you, your acting at the beginning was different from Erin Kara, but that doesn't mean you were worse than her. The naive girl she looks forward to in the future is a way of acting, and you want to be in acting. The material girl in the circle is also a kind of acting."

"But then," Ronald shook his head, "it's not surprising that your acting and your lines were out of touch."

"Why? Am I bad at acting? When I imitated Monroe, the director just stared at me."

"Good or good, but that's not it, it's you. Maybe you can't play someone else, Madonna. You can only play roles similar to yourself. Like a showgirl, or a porn star."

"It's really hard to play the lead role, and it's hard to get into the film industry. Maybe you've got a head start in music before someone comes to ask you to play the lead role. It's like Olivia Newton-John, the heroine of 'Grease'. , her songs hit the charts first, and then the movie invited her."

Ronald said his opinion, and soon sent Madonna to her humble apartment in the East Village.

"Keep working hard and you will surely succeed."

Madonna got out of the car and looked back at Ronald "Come in for a cup of coffee?"

"This..." Ronald hesitated.

"You know, I've never had friends, like you, to be honest, they all say I'm good at acting, but they just want to have sex with me." Madonna looked at Ronald with big eyes.

"Okay, I hope your family still has some food to eat."

Entering through the dark, narrow porch, Madonna turned on the light with a snap.

"Sorry, I only have some donuts, and the clerk can take a few expired ones home for free every day."

"It's okay, I still want some hot coffee."

A fiery kiss came up, and Madonna looked up at Ronald.

"Hey, you don't actually have to. I didn't give you the role, so..." Ronald said.

Madonna put her hand around Ronald's neck, "You helped me, and I repay you, isn't that bad? You don't like me? Or you don't like women?"

"No, I just hope you don't feel unfair."

The girl looked up at him, then reached down, "But your body is saying another answer."

Ronald hugged the girl in his arms and pressed her against the wall.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The Italian next door started knocking on the wooden wall in the middle of the apartment and started scolding the street with a strong Italian accent.

"Fanculo! You've been pounding the wall for half an hour, Puttana. Make your man hurry. Otherwise my wall will break."

The early morning sun shone on the window of the Alphabet City apartment in the East Village, and the sun came in through the gap in the curtains and shone on the head of the bed.

"Honey, I have to go?" Ronald, who had already finished bathing and grooming, stood by the bed refreshed and said, looking at the sleepy-eyed girl.

"Goodbye." Madonna turned her head away from the sun.

Just as Ronald opened the door, Madonna's voice came: "I was told that sex is a great way to meet new people in New York. You're the best friend I've ever known."

Ronald started the car and pressed the button to lower the windows to let in the sun and the breeze.

"Is this all about taking what you want? Have you grown up like Margaery said?"

A gas pedal opened the apartment complex.

An Italian man on the side of the road, with five fingers up together, kept gesturing at him: "One day, one day, I will let the blond Puttana next door pay for the wall.