American fame and fortune

The bus left Los Angeles International Airport. Under the strong request of Hart, Carrington and others, they went straight to Burbank Warner Studios without going to the hotel first.

Martin rented a professional dance practice room here.

The Boy Scouts can't wait to meet their dad.

Eighteen-sporty male breaks into Hollywood!

When they came to the entrance of the studio, Hart and Carrington asked the guys to bring their food outfits, walked into the studio, and followed Bruce to find the dance studio.

Bruce opened the door of the dance studio and saw a familiar figure stretching his body. Hart, who was well prepared, was the first to rush up.

After a few steps in the run-up, Hart slid out of his knees on a smooth ground, with one hand behind him, the whiteboard marker tightly held in his hand, together with the paint on his two knees, drew three lines on the floor bar.

Carrington and the other sportsmen also slid and kneeled, each leaving three stripes.

Hart opened his arms and almost hugged Martin's leg: "Father Martin, can you get a full score this time? Look, we're sliding three bars!"

The dance room, which was originally clean and tidy, was stained by these sand sculptures. Martin was so angry that he wanted to kill someone: "Old Bu, take out your gun and pull these things out, they're all broken."

Hart parted his hands and covered his butt: "No! Let this pervert, Old Bu, stay away from us!"

Sportsman Bryan said: "We were living in the shadow of the horror of Boo in Atlanta, and we will be intimidated by Boo when we come to Los Angeles."

Bruce raised his right hand slowly, and pushed his coat back. The graceful movement is a civilized person.

Seeing that civilized people were about to appear, Hart quickly lowered his head, let out a breath on the floor, and wiped it with his sleeves: "Hurry up, wipe the floor out, it will make Dad Martin unhappy, and you still want to be on TV?"

Eighteen handsome men, turned into eighteen cleaners.

Mene, who was standing on the side, was dumbfounded, what kind of top class is this group, shameless and shameless!

He was silent: "Compared with these people, am I too thin-skinned?"

These guys came to snatch the boss?

Mene immediately ran to the next door, came over with a white towel, squatted down and wiped the floor.

Martin ignored these sand sculptures, stepped forward a few steps, came to Annie, and hugged her gently: "Mr. Annie, I'm going to trouble you again this time."

Annie said: "The club paid for it." She smiled: "How many days do we have?"

"20 days." Martin gave the exact time, and added: "I will not do anything else for these 20 days, and concentrate on training."

Annie checked the dance studio: "You already have the foundation, 20 days of dedicated practice for one dance is enough."

Bruce brought more towels from next door and distributed them to Hart, Carrington, and the others to restore the floor.

Martin suggested: "Go back to the hotel and rest first, we will start tomorrow."

Annie put down her backpack, "No need, I've been flying all the way, so I just need to move my body."

Hart turned his head and said, "We can't wait!"

Others joined in.

Mene felt a huge threat, and his position seemed to be retreating in a straight line.

It used to be second only to Lao Bu, but now it has retreated to the Pacific Ocean?

He quietly found Bruce and asked, "Old Bu, what's the matter with them? They worship the boss so much?"

Bruce said: "They all starred in "Zombie Gigolo", that film tripled their tip, and this time with Martin at the awards show, how much do you think their tip will go up?"

Mene's mind was active, and he immediately understood: "Am I walking with them?"

"Almost." Bruce found a suitable description: "The favorite of middle-aged and elderly women."

He lightly patted Menet on the shoulder: "The group of sand sculptures will return to Atlanta after attending the awards ceremony."

Mene felt relieved, he really couldn't bear the fact that eighteen guys came to fight him for the boss.

Anne and the Boys changed their dance clothes, warmed up together with Martin, and started training.

The professional fitness and body shaping that lasted for more than half a year helped Martin a lot.

And he doesn't take that kind of feminine route, the public image off the screen is a sunny and handsome man.

In the evening, Martin booked a small restaurant in the hotel to entertain the old guys from Atlanta.

"The club's business is booming now." Hart sat on a chair, talking endlessly: "The boss opened a branch in East Atlanta, and next to the branch opened an express hotel and a sex toy store, so that our goddess can enjoy a one-stop shop." Serve."

Carrington answered: "Our income has increased a lot, and we have all moved into middle-class communities."

Martin raised his glass at this time: "May our life get better and better!"

Everyone raised their wine glasses together and drank a full glass.

Hart added: "I'm engaged, do you know what gift I gave my fiancée?"

Menet said: "You can't pick a star from the sky and give it to her."

Hart poured wine, came over to clink glasses with Menet, and said, "Man, have you heard of the Atlantic Astronomical Association? One of the largest astronomical associations in the United States, I bought the right to name a star from them, named after my fiancée! I gave her a star!"

Martin remembered clearly that the Atlantic Astronomical Society was the one that Harris Carter had come up with.

"Who did you buy it from?" he asked.

"Uh...a girl who is an astronomy volunteer, she looks like fifteen or sixteen years old." Hart described as much as possible: "Long legs, big breasts, tall head, very beautiful, girls nowadays seem to grow up on hormones , developed very well."

Martin knew it.

There was still dance practice the next day, and the group dispersed before nine o'clock.

Hart and the others lived in this hotel, and Martin and Bruce returned to the North Hollywood apartment.

Just entering the corridor on the second floor, the door diagonally opposite opened, and Jessica came out from the door. This time, she was very serious and did not mess up anything. Don’t forget to take it from the mailbox on the first floor.”

Martin said, "Thank you."

Bruce went downstairs quickly and brought up a small cardboard box.

Jessica wanted to say something, but was pulled back by Emily inside.

Bruce whispered, "They're getting smarter."

Martin took the box, opened the door and entered the house, followed by Bruce, went to the refrigerator to get ice water.

"It was mailed from Atlanta," he reminded.

Martin looked at the shipping address, Clayton Community.

He wanted the saber that Bruce carried with him, unpacked it a few times, opened the thick anti-shock foam, and inside was a long strip wrapped in black cotton cloth.

Bruce was curious: "What the hell? There's also a photo."

Underneath the strip was a photograph. Martin picked it up. It was Lily.

Bruce asked: "This seems to be Elena's sister?"

Martin nodded: "This is Lily."

While speaking, subconsciously opened the long package.

But when Lily's name came out, she suddenly felt that something was wrong.

What does Lily send in the mail?

The black cotton cloth has been opened, and the wrapped sculpture fully reveals the figure, which is a blue-white sculpture of human-shaped horns.

Martin carefully identified it, and found that it was vaguely his appearance, except that the mouth was curled up to the base of the ears, and there was a red nose, like a clown.

Bruce had just drank the ice water in his mouth. When he saw the sculpture of the figure, he choked and coughed violently. He wanted to laugh while coughing.

Martin's face turned black. Fortunately, there was only Lao Bu. If this was opened in public, the society would have to die.

"What did you do to people?" Bruce couldn't wait to say as soon as he stopped coughing, "No way? I, a pervert, think you're a stinky piece of shit pervert!"

Because it was nothing, Martin was very calm: "It's just an ordinary hand-carved piece, old cloth, it's because your thoughts are too dirty, this is just a clown."

Old Bu wanted to ridicule again, and Martin decided to deliver a fatal blow: "I heard from Hart that Sophia may come to Los Angeles. Will she come to you then?"

The bloody scar was uncovered, and Bruce turned around and left: "I'll go back and get the gun, don't close the door!"

Martin said, "I'll wait for your return."

Bruce was tired and stuffy, and he never looked back.

Martin looked carefully at the portraits carved from bison horns. Except for the clown, everything else was fine.

It's also been polished so carefully that it looks like it was hand-polished.

Martin put it back in the box and found that there was a word behind Lily's photo.

"Send you a special engraving, I wish you a different life in Los Angeles, just like this engraving."

Martin raised his fist, but he was out of sight, and could only slam it on Lily's picture.

The photographs and horn carvings were all put away in Martin's gift box.

There are also crocodile teeth in the case.

In the future, the women who are acquainted will each give one?

Seems like someone has done this before...

The following night, Martin asked Wes Craven and others to drink together, and during that time he heard Craven mention that he and Alexander Ajia got involved.

Of course, it is not a bayonet fight, but a big collision of ideas and creativity.

Both of them have an idea about horror films. After communicating with each other, they found similarities, so they joined forces and merged into one.

Craven promised Martin the leading role, and Alexander Ajia also said that he wanted to cooperate with Martin, which is completely consistent in this respect.

The two specifically told Martin that when they started writing the script, let him go and discuss it together so that the male lead and the actor himself could better match.

Martin, of course, agreed.

As for investment and the like, Wes Craven's horror films don't have to worry about finding funds.

If it doesn't work, Martin still has other options.

Grand Summoning can be cast on Atlanta.

Afterwards, Martin devoted all his energy to dance training, striving to have a good enough effect when performing on stage.

As the Saturn Awards ceremony approached, he specially took time out to order men's dresses and dance costumes, and let Bruce rent a luxury car to participate in the rehearsals for the awards ceremony twice in a row.

This time, with the sponsorship from the House of the Beast Club, Martin's budget and funds are quite sufficient.

On May 15, 2004, the 30th Saturn Awards ceremony kicked off at the Avalon Theater in Los Angeles.

The lord hastened faster and it's over.