American fame and fortune

Inspired by Wes Craven's over-60 singles match against Jason and Freddy, Martin went to the fitness center within an hour of his return.

Decades away, he wanted to further build his physique and build his stamina.

In case Kate gets dizzy and accepts Louise's invitation, it's not a 1v2, but a 1v3.

The three women in their 30s would creak and groan just thinking about their old waists.

"Shoulders and elbows perpendicular to the ground, torso straight!"

The female coach Susie squatted on the ground, moved her hands back from Martin's head, and instructed him the essentials of plank support: "Straighten the torso, keep the head, shoulders, hips and ankles on the same plane, tighten the abdominal muscles, and strengthen the pelvic floor. Tighten your glutes, gluteus maximus, and your area, and breathe evenly."

Martin propped himself on the ground, motionless, as if lying beneath was a beautiful woman who would break when crushed.

Susie looked at the stopwatch: "Very good, hold on." She encouraged in a unique way: "You can hold on for five more minutes when facing your girlfriend, come on! OK, time is up, take it back, and relax."

Martin stood up to do small movements, and then took the towel handed by Susie to wipe off his sweat.

Susie had time to ask, "Where's Bruce? Why didn't you see him?"

Martin said, "Come in a moment."

While talking, Bruce came in from the door, Susie immediately threw Martin away, and went to greet Bruce, "You are late today."

Bruce said: "There is something, it's delayed."

He winked at Martin, and Martin said, "Let's go to rest for a while, Susie, and I'll call you if I need anything."

Seeing the two leave, Susie turned her head to look at the abnormally developed gluteus maximus. Isn't the sexy butt charming?

Two good men with firm will and disdain for beauty came to the rest area of ​​the fitness center and sat down in an empty place.

Bruce opened the bag, and handed everything to Martin: "The bills are all in it, including the Sacred Valley, rented villas, props and clothing, all kinds of expenses are added together, and you throw in more than 60,000 dollars for a party."

Martin looked it over and said, "It's really not money to spend."

Bruce said: "I hope there will be something in return." He simply explained: "I have done the finishing touches."

After resting for a while, the two devoted themselves to fitness activities again.

It wasn't just Martin who was stimulated by Wes Craven last night, but also Bruce.

It is really enviable that people in their sixties can have such combat effectiveness and output frequency.

What men are most afraid of is that their hearts are not old, but their bodies are already old. When they meet a girl who is attracted to them, they can only look at them limply.

It's so easy to pervert.

On Monday morning, Martin was still sleeping soundly when he suddenly heard a knock on the door. He thought it was someone looking for Jessica from across the door, but when he came out of the bedroom, he heard the voice of the landlord Antonio.

When he opened the door, he saw Antonio standing in front of Bruce's door with a gun in his hand. He said hurriedly, "It's me, Martin, one of my own, don't shoot!"

Antonio patted his old shotgun and said, "Don't worry, this is a gun of friendship, and you won't hit your own people."

Bruce opened the door, pistol in hand.

Antonio hurriedly said, "Don't shoot, you guys! There's something wrong with my gun, you said last time you'd fix it."

Bruce shook his head: "Come in."

Martin followed into Bruce's apartment.

Bruce examines the shotgun carefully and goes to the toolbox.

Martin said to the landlord: "You run around with a gun, be careful of accidental injury."

"The gun of friendship can't be accidentally shot." Antonio was too fat, and it was difficult to stand up. He sat down on the sofa, and the sofa springs creaked and creaked, making people suspect that they would not be able to shoot when they went down.

Antonio gestured and said: "Anyone who is shot by the gun of friendship is not a good person."

Martin gave a thumbs up: "As expected of a gun of friendship."

Bruce came over looking for tools, but a part of the gun was broken and he had to go out to buy it.

Martin had work to do today, so he went to Warner Studios alone to dub a scene of "House of Wax Museum". At noon, his manager Thomas called and said he had something urgent to do.

He rushed to the brokerage company immediately.

When Thomas saw Martin, he was very excited: "This morning, a friend from the Academy of Science Fiction and Horror Films called me and said that Wes Craven had specially greeted the judging committee and confirmed that you would enter the Best Young Actor The nomination list, the nomination list will be officially announced at the end of April."

Martin asked, "What about the awards ceremony?"

Thomas said: "In mid-May, our chances of winning are infinite!" He took out a fax from the drawer: "It's from the Academy of Science Fiction and Horror Films, inviting you to be a guest performer, and I borrowed Craven's Only then can I win for you."

Martin reacted very quickly, and deliberately stretched out his fist: "Thomas Ryan, do you think we are a golden combination!"

Thomas swallowed the bowl of chicken soup in one gulp, punched Martin, and said with a low voice: "We are a golden combination, we have a good momentum of development, and our future is bright!"

"The award ceremony is typically broadcast live on TV?" Martin saw Thomas nodded and asked, "What am I performing?"

Thomas said: "Of course it is what you are best at. This is a good opportunity to increase exposure and increase popularity. We need to design it carefully to attract the greatest attention."

Martin decides: "Then do the zombie machine gun dance."

Thinking of the video that made the man feel inferior, Thomas said, "I think it's okay."

Martin knew very well that except for the machine gun dance, the rest of the dance moves were amateurs, so he said, "I need a teacher who is good at zombie dance and can fully combine machine gun dance with zombie dance. If you can't find a suitable candidate, I will Call from Atlanta."

Thomas advises: "Find your original choreographer and dance teacher."

"You should make a deal with the Saturn Awards first." Martin had a phone number from Anne, the choreographer of The House of the Beast, in his hand: "I can call someone over at any time."

Speaking of this, he came up with a new idea: "In "Zombie Gigolo", I have a zombie vampire dance troupe. When you communicate with them, ask if you can bring a dance troupe."

It's a reasonable request, Thomas said: "I will communicate with them."

Martin asked, "Is there any prospect of a new job?"

Thomas called up the information on the computer and printed it directly: "The company notified me this morning that a multi-party movie project about an arms dealer has already confirmed that Nicolas Cage will be the leading actor, and the director is Andrew Nickell from WMA."

Cage didn't need to say much, Martin asked, "The director's name sounds familiar."

Thomas said: "The screenwriter of "The Truman Show" has been shortlisted for the Oscar for Best Original Screenplay."

Martin said, "No wonder it sounds familiar."

Thomas sorted out the printed materials, and said, "The investment of this film is claimed to be 50 million US dollars. You are going to audition for a supporting role, the actor's younger brother."

Martin picked up the document and read it carefully, and it was not difficult to confirm that this was "Lord of War", a once very famous movie.

"Are the auditions very competitive?" he asked.

Thomas nodded: "Other companies are not very clear. This morning, the company just recommended the materials of you, Mike Vogel and Joe Anderson to the crew and director. Andrew Nickell is the director, screenwriter and executive producer. He has the final say on the audition."

Martin asked directly: "Is there any information about the director? Hobbies or style?"

"He likes blonde or brown-haired actors with a good figure, and his girlfriend is Canadian model and actress Rachel Roberts." Thomas understands something: "He has unique insights, strong control, and likes to try new and bold things."

Martin understood it from another angle: "It means that he likes sexy actors with blond or brown hair, he likes to be in charge of the crew, and he does a lot of tricks."

Thomas thought for a while, but he couldn't refute, and said, "One of the reasons why I called you over is that after Andrew received the recommendation from the company, he wanted to meet the three of you candidates separately before the audition. This is actually an audition. It's more critical than the audition in two weeks."

Martin rummaged through Thomas' mirror and asked, "How am I?"

"Very good." Thomas said conscientiously: "You need to have good looks, and you need to have a good figure."

He glanced at the time: "Calm down, Andrew won't be here until four o'clock."

Martin waited until 4:15 when an assistant called and told Thomas to take the actors upstairs to meet Andrew Nickell in the small conference room.

Coming outside the small meeting room, Martin found that Mike Vogel and his agent Pinto had arrived.

Half a minute later, Joe Anderson with long hair came over alone.

Then, Eric Lively, whom he had met before, came along with his sister, Blake Lively, and his agent.

Four distinct groups formed in the corridor, the atmosphere was not too tense, but there was no communication.

Martin suddenly felt that he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

The door of the conference room opened, and Andrew's assistant came out to call for someone. Eric went in first, and the door just closed, and he came out within half a minute.

As soon as he went out, Eric began to complain: "What's the matter? He asked your father is Ernie? Then he said that I am not suitable, and he has a grudge against his father?"

Blake is not very old, but he knows some ways of the world, so he quickly stopped Eric: "Don't talk nonsense."

"Where am I talking nonsense, it's obviously this director..." Before Eric could finish speaking, Black pinched him hard on the arm and dragged him away.

The agent quickly followed up to appease.

Mike Vogel went in second and came out in two minutes, shaking his head at his agent.

Pinto lowered his voice: "Why?"

Mike Vogel said: "I can't take it, it's as simple as that."

The assistant called Martin's name at the door at this time. Martin passed by Mike Vogel, just heard his words, and turned his head to glance.

Mike Vogel looked at him too, and their eyes met in the air, and Mike Vogel suddenly smiled and said, "Man, I failed, good luck to you."

When the competitor suddenly said such words, Martin couldn't figure it out for a while. Of course, he would not think that Vogel sincerely blessed him.

As far as the situation at the door is concerned, if killing people is not illegal, Eric doesn't say anything, the three of them can definitely pull out their knives and stab each other.