Hollywood Drawing

The prop master and Luke did a great job. The two corridors on the first floor of the hospital were arranged in full compliance with his requirements. Uma's scenes here gradually began to increase. Perhaps his warning had an effect, and the two women finally could Keep filming well and stop obsessing about tearing things apart.

On the third day after arriving at the abandoned mental hospital, the crew had their first completed actor, a handsome middle-aged man named Thompson who played the role of a teacher. He didn’t have many roles. As the last scene was shot, everyone applauded him politely.

Wayne shook hands with him, thanked him for his work, picked up a prop killer mask and gave it to him as a souvenir. Tomorrow is Sunday. If someone can finish filming and leave during the weekend, it means that the filming went well and everyone knows that the holiday is coming.

It seemed that the entire crew was looking forward to taking a vacation. This was the last breath before the New Year. As he announced that he would have a day off tomorrow, everyone left Orange County that night and returned to their long-lost home in Los Angeles.

Only Wayne, Luke and Naomi were left in this small hotel. He wanted to make some adjustments to the shooting plan based on the problems encountered during the transition shooting in the past few days. Luke was unwilling to go back. There was nowhere to go, and going back would only mean returning to the tiny rental apartment.

On Sunday, Wayne woke up early, made himself a cup of coffee, and flipped through the director's notebook. Generally speaking, the work went smoothly, and there were not many scenes left. After the filming of the hospital, there were only some scattered clips left.

This made him feel good, and it seemed that the huge pressure that had always existed slowly disappeared. It was probably because he had been busy at work recently and the problems he encountered were much more intense than when he was in school. He suddenly enjoyed being free.

After walking out of the hotel, Wayne took a deep breath of the morning air and slowly started running around the block. He hasn't exercised for more than two months. He has known the role of a good body since he came here, and the pain and suffering in his previous life made him cherish this body especially.

He has been exercising plannedly since he was a child. When he was in middle school, he started practicing barbaric sports like boxing and playing rugby, which made him never stop exercising. It can be regarded as a national fitness program here. It seems that young people like some different sports.

On the other side of the Pacific Ocean, in his memory, only retired old people would insist on exercising every morning. A large part of the reason is that the society here is generally full of sports fans, and the four major sports leagues have given birth to countless sports stars.

There were not many people on the road, so he adjusted his breathing and slowly ran around the block. When he returned to the hotel, he saw Naomi sitting on the sofa in the lounge area of ​​the hotel lobby holding a newspaper, obviously waiting for him.

"Hi, Wayne. What were you doing?"

Naomi put down the newspaper, stood up and walked into the elevator with him.

"I went for a run, and I swear my current weight is definitely less than 80 kilograms, at most 75 kilograms. During this time, I feel a lot thinner, and I don't exercise. I'm afraid I will slowly lose my body. Motor skills, at least if I go back to play quarterback now, I will definitely get knocked out.”

He chatted with Naomi, opened his door, and didn't mind her sitting in the living room. He took off his clothes and went to the bathroom. Through the glass door of the bathroom, he asked her while taking a shower:

"Nami, why are you up so early? What do you want from me?"

"I'm going to go out for a walk. Apart from coming back to sleep every day, I'm on the set. I haven't had a good look at this small town yet. Do you want to come with me?"

Naomi raised her voice so that Wayne wouldn't be able to hear her inside. Wayne thought about it and answered:

"No, I want to take a look at the finished footage with Luke in the morning, make some fine adjustments to the plan, and see if there is any need for reshoots. You know, there are not many scenes left. If it is finished, we will It would be too troublesome to go find everyone to reshoot.”

Naomi was not disappointed when she heard that he was unwilling to go out. She planned to go shopping by herself, so she simply continued to ask him:

"Do you want me to bring you something back? Something to eat?"

"Buy me a sausage pizza for lunch. I'm fed up with the buffet provided by the hotel. By the way, I want to remind you that it's absolutely fine to go shopping. Never, never go to the slums, only go to the commercial street. Enough."

Wayne thought of this and reminded her loudly that if such a blonde beauty dared to walk into a colored community alone, Wayne would probably not be able to recover the body.

"Okay, I know, I'm leaving."

With the sound of the door closing, he also walked out wearing a bath towel. He looked at the door, hoping she would know how powerful it was. Not to mention this satellite city in the greater Los Angeles area, even in the city of Los Angeles, Wayne would not dare to go downtown alone after dark.

The ugliness there can definitely surpass the three views of normal people. Generally speaking, those who have some conditions will not live in the center of Los Angeles, but in the suburbs. At night, the city center becomes the domain of gangs, gangsters, and homeless people.

After dark, all kinds of guns, psychotropic drugs, powdered products, prostitutes, and all gang members work, survive, and trade around these things. The occasional frictions between various large and small gangs, or seeking revenge, are the main theme of Los Angeles at night.

Only when he got here did he know about gangs. He couldn't be as extinct as the other side of the Pacific Ocean. The Nicos in Heyren Community have been reserve members almost since they went to school. If they can survive to adulthood under various shootings, they will become the backbone of gangs of all sizes.

However, those who have joined since childhood have a low chance of surviving to adulthood. There are three major alliances in North America, including the Crips Gang, the Blood Gang, and some KKK. It is divided into countless small organizations, large and small, all relying on various illegal activities to survive.

Therefore, everyone who can come out of the Nico community is worthy of admiration, no matter what method is used, and the most common one is sports. If the sports cells inherent in Nico's genes happen to awaken in a rational child, sports can almost be said to be the only way out.

Almost most athletes in the four major sports leagues in North America are this kind of people. The darkest color is the North American men's professional basketball, NBA. This is the original white sport, but now there is almost no white color in the league.

If we don’t say that this society is pathological, everyone is shouting against racial discrimination, but this kind of racial discrimination is integrated into every aspect of life. The only exceptions are sports stars and film and television music stars.

Such buddies can usually become idols of the whole society or heroes of a city. Film and television music is a little better. Those who succeed are those who come from a small group and have a lot of brains. Sports stars, the kind of guys with big heads and muscles, almost went bankrupt after retiring.

Fortunately Wayne is white, Jewish to be precise. Although there are some descendants of Anglo-Saxons who also discriminate against them, no one dares to express it clearly in this society.

In this country controlled by capitalists and capital, Jews have an inherent advantage. After all, most of the big capital in North America are Jewish. When it comes to doing business, ordinary people really can't beat the brains of Jews.

It can also be said that Hollywood is under the control of Jews. Almost all of the big names on the powerful list of Hollywood are Jewish. Including the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences, various unions, especially the Producers Union, these film company owners are almost all from the same ethnic group.

"Wayne, what are you thinking about?"

Luke walked up to him in confusion and saw Wayne in a towel, dazed.

"Well, it's okay. Are you ready? Let's go to the conference room."

Luke's appearance interrupted Wayne's random thoughts, and the two went to the rented hotel conference room where the equipment was installed.

Wayne and Luke chatted while watching various shots.

"Luke, if this film can find a distributor and actually enter theaters, we will have a beautiful qualification, right?"

His tone was relaxed, while Luke was a little dumbfounded as he chatted with him:

"Director Greenberg, you have to shoot all the shots first. But I want to remind you that even if the shooting is completed, you have only done one-third of the work, or even less. Don't think about it when you wake up. scene, okay?”

He doesn't care, he just fantasizes a little bit, he is more practical than anyone else.

"Of course, there are more difficult editing and soundtrack. Fortunately, this film has no special effects. At least we have done a good job so far, right? Think about it, wait until you sit in the theater and look at the producers on the screen. If your name appears in the column, what a sense of accomplishment it will be!"

These are not like what Wayne usually says. Perhaps his too relaxed attitude today has released some of the Beijing talkative nature in his soul.

"Well, I really want to have such a day. Of course I have fantasized about it countless times. But in the two years since graduation, I have seldom dreamed like this again. You don't know, in the past two years, I have worked on at least a dozen production crews. I’ve done some miscellaneous work, but not one of them has actually been released, and not even two have been released on video.”

What Luke is telling is the essence of Hollywood, where countless people work and struggle. Countless crews start filming every day, but only a few of them can actually be released in theaters, and even few of them are directly released on video tapes.

This circle is by no means as glamorous as it appears on the surface, and only a handful of people are successful.

"Okay, work hard Luke, I believe our film will appear in theaters, and I will sit in the audience with you and watch our names appear on the screen. There will also be countless young fans who will We applaud, we cheer, and all we have to do is try to make it good.”

His voice is not loud, but both people can hear it clearly. This is not only Wayne's lifelong dream, but also Luke's motivation to do all the chores on the set every day.

Naomi stood quietly at the door of the conference room holding a pizza box. She heard Wayne's words. Even though she knew that the chance of this happening was almost zero, she was still affected by his words.

"Dang! Dang!"

"Hi! Workaholics, I brought you sausage pizza and beef pizza. Lunch has started. If you don't mind, I also want to see my performance in the film with you."