MTL - Best Actor-Chapter 7 sell

"You know, I borrowed the script from Chediak, one of the assistant directors, and I'm not sure about anything else, but Sean Hartsey—yes, The role with the same name as you, but not here—I'm definitely suitable." Koeman chattered in Sean's ear during the break.

Sean shook his head indifferently. After contacting Coman for a few weeks, his views were slowly changing. He is too fanatical about becoming famous, and he wants to get a role every day, but he is an instant hit.

Sean really can't understand, well, it's a good thing to have a goal worth fighting for. Coman also has some acting talents, but if he can't see the direction, he will become very ambitious.

For example, survival is always the first priority, can you imagine a person who can’t even eat bread, still thinking about pulling the director to beg for a role? Or to put it another way, why do people who can't even maintain their most basic needs make others believe that they can play a good role?

Of course, these words cannot be said now, Sean is not the kind of person who likes to show off, and he just got a role in front of him, it is better not to stimulate.

Because of two generations, Sean's reception is much higher than that of ordinary young people, so he just smiled and reminded: "You have said it several times, Coman, it's a pity, they The reshoots don’t have that Hartsey shot, but maybe Director Rodriguez will add it, and then you can fight to be his stand-in.”

"That's not bad, maybe I can take this opportunity to get into the director's or producer's sight." Koeman sighed and stared straight at the trailer that can only be used by full-time actors.

Although there is no explicit regulation, the level in the studio is still very clear. The main actors have their own trailers for rest, and the meals are also in different areas. The extras and the main actors are also on the set. There was almost nothing to say.

Sean knew who he was looking at. Although Koeman said that he could be a supporting actor, what he wanted most in his heart was the actor. And the male protagonist of this movie is a boy about his own age, with brown-black curly hair, a baby face, and beautiful blue eyes. I always feel a little impressed.

However, most of Sean's attention is on the heroine. The dark long straight hair makes her look very straight, the wheat-colored skin is quite healthy, and the face is slightly square. The facial features are tough and somewhat masculine, and the two eyebrows are especially special, thick and black, but they give people a different kind of attractiveness. Outside of the attendance, he is also in good shape, probably of Latin descent, very well-proportioned, and very hot when wearing jeans.

"Don't you want to pick her up, Sean?" After noticing this, Koeman asked teasingly.

"When did it become illegal to admire beautiful women?" Sean shrugged.

"Come on, man, they are full-time actors, and they have already played some roles, and we are two types of people, let alone pick her up, even if it is not easy to strike up a conversation." Koeman shook He said with his head, for some reason, there was a hint of sarcasm in his tone that was not easily discernible.

"That's not necessarily true." Sean didn't hear it, he touched his chin and smiled slyly, took another bottle of water, and walked towards the male protagonist who was leaning on the prop box in a daze.

Korman opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but in the end nothing came out.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." After pretending to accidentally bump into the male protagonist and knock the water in his hand to the ground, Sean picked it up with a very apologetic look, handed back to the other party.

"It's okay." The other party smiled, very modest.

Sean's heart dropped most of the time, so he immediately said, "I hope you didn't dirty your water."

"Don't worry, I don't like this brand of pure water anyway."

"Actually, it's not difficult. I was often harassed when I was in high school. In fact, as long as you are strong enough..." After a few minutes, the two became familiar with each other, "By the way, My name is Elijah, Elijah Wood."

"Sean, Sean Tang." Sean then introduced himself and glanced to the side.

Following, an enthusiastic voice sounded: "Ilya, have you seen my hairpin? I put it on the chair when I was shooting."

Then the lively young girl walked up to the two of them and looked at them with a charming smile.

Ilya Wood rolled her eyes subconsciously: "No, Jordana, I didn't see anything, you should really pay attention to yourself, it's not a good habit to put things at random"

With a narrow smile, he was obviously teasing him. From this, it can also be shown that they are not in a relationship.

"Hi," she noticed Sean at this moment and greeted immediately, "I'm Jordana, Jordana Brewster."

The young girl with obvious Latin ancestry looked at him with a smile, without the slightest repulsion, she was young after all, and it was said that this was her first film work - in fact, the whole film The protagonists are all newcomers, so naturally there is no air.

Sean also saw this, so he would have the courage to approach him. If he became a famous actor, he would have to change his method.

"Sean, Sean Tang, an extra, one of the alien-controlled players who chased Wood under your leadership." Sean introduced himself in this way, and at the end he added a serious sentence, "Actually, as long as you say a word, I can catch him right away."

Jordanna burst out laughing: "You're so funny, Don."

"You can call me Sean—I mean it." Sean smiled and spread his hands.

"Even if I might be kicked out by the director?" Wood pouted jokingly beside him.

"Of course." Sean was righteous, and Jordana couldn't help laughing even more.

"How long have you been an extra, Sean." She asked curiously.

"It's only two weeks, I need time to plan how to drive around North America first, so I found a relatively easy job with a lot of free time." Sean explained.

"Driving all over North America?" The two in front of them both looked surprised.

"Yes, that's what I've always wanted to do, so I moved from San Francisco to Los Angeles not long after graduation to do something when I was young, full of energy and curious enough. Isn't it good to do what you want to do?" Sean smiled and raised his hands, looking very sunny.

"Wow, this is not easy." Jordana said in admiration, and Wood nodded.

"It's not easy, but I don't want to regret it in the future." Sean's expression was serious, he easily grasped the rhythm of the topic, and then chatted happily with Jordana and Wood for a long time .

"How is it?" Sean, who finally came back, asked Koeman a little proudly.

"I really have you, man." Although Coleman tried his best to hide it, the jealousy in his tone was still obvious, "Maybe you can invite her over for a drink tonight."

"There will be a chance." Sean patted his shoulder and laughed, "I'll get her phone number."

"Really?" Coleman couldn't help widening his eyes.

"I didn't have to lie to you, did I?" Sean spread his hands.

"I really have you, man." Koeman said this again, much calmer than before, and seemed to have made up his mind.

Unfortunately, Sean, who was obsessed with getting Jordana's phone number, didn't notice, so he paid the price.

"Sorry, Sean, this is impossible, we have already started work." The director waved his hand and strode towards the set being built in the studio, "We don't need to be late. actor."

"Please listen to my explanation, sir, please listen to my explanation." Sean, who was already sweating on his forehead, hurried to catch up.

"There's nothing to explain, Sean, you're late, we've got someone to replace you, it's as simple as that," the director didn't listen at all, "The crew won't delay filming just to wait for one person, Our plans are full."

"But..." Sean anxiously didn't know what to say.

"In addition," after glancing at his messy hair, the director continued, "You don't have to come again, the finance will settle with you."

"For...why?" Sean widened his eyes in astonishment.

"The police came to your house this morning, right?" The director turned his head, "They're here too."

"But...but they only asked a few questions about a certain club two blocks away...someone was on drugs, where they thought I was, but I wasn't." Sean busy road.

"Perhaps," the director still had an indifferent expression, "but you have to know, Sean, we are shooting a family comedy, or it is broadcast on ABC, and the ratings are not much. Good family comedy. So we don't tolerate any scandals, even possible ones, and the assistant explained it to you when you came."

Sean made several meaningless gestures and seemed to want to explain, but couldn't speak.

"Okay, that's all, go and settle the financial statement yourself, Sean, don't ask me to call the security guard." The director entered the set, leaving Sean alone outside.

He covered his forehead and groaned, but he never thought that it would turn out like this in just one night. I'm actually drunk, hell, I'm actually drunk! how so.

A feeling of oppression spread from his chest, Sean clenched his fists but didn't know where to wave them, he just wanted to shout on the spot. Then, as the assistant was ready to greet him not far away, he saw a familiar figure walking in with the crowd, dressed as a restaurant waiter, that was... Coman! Coleman Vincent!

A look of astonishment appeared on his face, and the scenes from last night flashed through his mind like lightning, and he suddenly understood what was going on. Koeman also noticed Sean at this time, and turned his head almost immediately, as if he didn't see it, but his neck was slightly shrunk, and he seemed very guilty.

The anger was suddenly ignited in his heart, Sean didn't expect it to be like this, you must know that he always regarded Coman as a friend. Not the kind of very close friend, but not a stranger, but he does this kind of thing!