American Fame and Fortune

Chapter 69: Collecting tips during filming

The dance hall of the Buffalo House was crowded with people. Sofia was holding a glass of wine and stood in front of the fence on the second floor, looking at the stage with interest.

Especially the former bartender who led the dance.

Vincent lowered his cowboy hat and reminded: "Don't think about the boy band. Each of them can create great value for me."

Happy music suddenly sounded, and filming started again.

Countless background actors roared, while Martin was trembling in the zombie dance, tearing off his shirt, revealing his upper body with well-proportioned muscles and natural and smooth lines.

 “Come on! Keep going!” an actress shouted.

Director Benjamin discovered that these extras ignited the scene by themselves without having to adjust the atmosphere at all.

 They are more powerful than fire.

Martin jumped forward with both feet, pulled his right hand on his waist, and the specially made pants fell off, swayed a few times in his hand, and flew to the bottom of the stage.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Susan caught it and covered her face, took a deep breath, and was intoxicated.

The pants were suddenly pulled, and she pulled them back hard. Four or five people grabbed them hard, and with a squeaking sound, the pants fell apart.

 The extras grabbed it, but their eyes were attracted to the stage.

The former bartender wearing only shorts, his dance moves are particularly sultry, like a Greek sculpture, wild and unrestrained, yet evil and sexy.

When the dance music reached its peak, he arched his body, thrust his hips forward, twisted his waist and swayed his hips, swinging violently at super fast speed and rhythm.

 Like a Gatling cannon blast.

Susan felt like she had been shot in the heart and quickly reached out to cover it.

She went crazy, fearing that the pieces of pants in her hand would be snatched away, so she hurriedly hid them, took out another dollar bill, threw it into a ball, and threw it towards the stage.

 Zombie machine gun dance at its most sublime.

 Invisible bullets were flying all over the place.

The extras were moved by the exaggerated speed and frequency, and were so excited that they couldn't help themselves.

Several people who grabbed the pants next to Susan blocked their mouths and noses with their pants at the same time.

 Those who were relatively close to the ring stage took out dollars one by one and threw them on the stage crazily.

 The dollar bills fell like rain.

 This is not a prop or a gift from the crew, but the money they brought themselves.

 They threw in $1, $5, $20 and $50.

 An extra pulled out a rare stack of hundred-dollar bills and threw them on the stage: "I'm going to keep you tonight! You're mine!"

 The machine gun dance continues!

At the bar, Robert swung his big head and saw the extras going crazy because of Martin's passionate dance, and suddenly understood what Bruce said.

Sure enough, Martin convinced the producer with hard power.

Not far away, director Benjamin nodded with satisfaction and raised his loudspeaker: "Stop!"

The music stopped, but the craziness of the extras did not stop. They were still shouting, jumping, and throwing...

 The atmosphere is contagious.

 Subsequently, more money flew onto the stage.

 Benjamin suddenly asked the blond woman wearing a hat next to him: "How is it?"

Jenna Jameson came over quietly and said: "He is a star, a superstar! He shouldn't be here, he should go to Las Vegas or the Sacred Valley."

Benjamin said: "Now he is my leading man."

Jenna licked her dry lips: "You don't mind if I poach people, do you?"

Benjamin smiled: "He is a part-time worker like me. If you can dig it out, you can do whatever you want."

Jenna lowered the brim of her hat: "Find someone to take me backstage."

 Benjamin shook his head at his assistant.

Then, he looked at the director of photography: "Jackson, shoot these scenes, they can be used when editing." By the fence on the second floor, Sophia said: "This Martin is no longer yours."

 Vincent reminded: "He has an unusual relationship with Kelly Gray."

Sofia understood: "No wonder he can be the leading actor, haha, Kelly Gray..."

 Martin ran backstage, took the coat from Hart and put it on.

 Several people from Carrington came in from behind, each holding a pile of clothes in their hands.

Hart shouted: "Hurry up and take out the box and help Martin's father put it away. This is his trophy."

 Martin was particularly generous: “I’ll give them all to you.”

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door of the lounge. Benjamin's assistant brought a woman over and said, "Martin, Miss Jameson is looking for you."

 Martin's eyes immediately turned away.

Jenna had never seen or experienced anything before, so she took off her hat and said, "Hello, Martin."

 Hart reacted: "You are...you are..."

　　Jenna nodded: "It's me."

The stylish boy band immediately abandoned their father Martin, and all rushed to Jenna's side. They were more excited than seeing the Oscar-winning actress, and asked for autographs one by one.

Hart, the shameless bastard, pointed to his pants: "Jenna, can you sign here?"

Jenna reached out her hand, grabbed it, and signed her name.

Hart was so excited that he raised his head: "From today on, I won't wash anymore, and I won't wash it again!"

 Carrington brought a camera and asked Martin to take a group photo.

 After a while, Jenna got away from the group of idiots and looked at Martin carefully. Regardless of his figure or appearance, he was the best choice.

 Martin smiled: "Hello, Jenna, it's so sudden."

Jenna said: "You and I will be filming a scene tomorrow, so we have to get familiar with it in advance." She tilted her head slightly: "Are you familiar with me?"

Martin considered his words: "A little bit."

“It doesn’t matter, this is a legitimate profession.” Jenna never thinks this is a big deal. There are countless husbands in the industry who are directors and wives who are heroines. "I read the script and the set design and it was hard to imagine," she said.

Martin couldn't elaborate: "You will understand when you see the set scene tomorrow. It is not difficult to leave it to me to take the lead."

 Compared with many of the movements performed during martial arts in previous lives, these can only be described as childish.

Jenna said: "Then it's up to you."

The two chatted for more than ten minutes. The makeup artist came in to touch up Martin's makeup, and Martin was ready to dance again.

His literary plays are not many, most of them are fighting, fighting in two senses.

 After Jenna left, Hart came in with a stack of dollars and said with a playful smile: "Dad Martin, your tip."

 Martin took out the large-denomination banknotes and patted down the remaining money below 20: "Son, go tell the crew that I'm treating you tonight."

　　It was the first time he had seen tips for filming.

 …

 The next morning, the crew moved to a temporary studio set up in the Automobile Center for filming.

Post-production will composite the footage into the background of Beast House.

A rotating platform was specially built on the top of the studio, and the hanging chains can rotate within a certain range.

Benjamin saw Martin and Jenna coming out with their makeup on, and said: "Jenna has a tight schedule, so while you are in good physical condition, we will shoot the most difficult ones first."

 Martin looked up and said, "I'm fine."

Jenna said: "Then come."

The stunt team came over and tied safety ropes to the two people. After several attempts, Martin quickly mastered the force-generating skills based on his good foundation in his previous life, and filming officially began.

 (End of this chapter)