MTL - Exploiting Hollywood 1980-Chapter 69 We're fucked

   Chapter 69 We are finished

   "What the **** are you doing, Ronald?" producer Da Silva warned.

  Ronald ignored the Latino producer, walked straight to director Alan Parker, and stopped in front of him.

   Ronald looked at the man in his 30s, his big nose looking especially funny from this angle. He tried his best to look at himself from behind his nose, as if asking, "What are you doing? Do you want to challenge my authority in the crew right now?"

   Ronald asked, "What's going on here, director? Why is the script I wrote with you, and it's being used for auditions."

"I see in your notebook, it's a good play and lines, and you'll be a successful playwright, Ronald. I don't see why you're not satisfied." Director Parker picked up the notebook and handed to Ronald.

"That's what Meg Tilly said to me, and I promised she'd take it out of the script. You should have told me before it was used for the audition." Lying on the crumpled paper that he threw in the trash can and picked up.

   "Oh, ComeOn. Ronald, don't be silly about your two butts. All great plays come from life, and you have to learn to draw plays from life..."

  Ronald got angry again by Parker's words, his whole face turned red, and he scolded in a low voice: "Asshole!"

   "Stop, Boy"

   "Ronald, stop"

   Margery and Joanna who came along hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade them.

   Alan Parker looked bad. He adjusted his neckline and squinted at Ronald.

   Meg Tilly, who had been watching, stepped forward and bypassed Ronald, and said to the director:

   "Director, I think I am also qualified to audition for this scene." Meg said calmly.

   "Meg, listen to me, I didn't mean to give this scene to the director, he took it from my notebook." Ronald quickly distinguished.

   "But you didn't throw it away, you put it away, didn't you, Ronnie?" Meg's calm attitude made Ronald even more flustered. She seems to have decided something.

   "Meg, I..." Ronald knotted, not knowing how to explain it.

   "Director, I said this dialogue to Ronald, and he copied it into this scene. I think, I am fully qualified to use this scene to audition for the role of Hillary, am I right?"

   Meg said calmly to director Parker.

   "Of course." The director agreed and glanced at Ronald again, as if to say, "Isn't your conversation also stolen?"

   "I think I'll be next in line to audition."

   "Give you 10 minutes to prepare."

   "No, Meg, you can change the scene" Ronald tried to persuade Meg.

   Meg opened his hand with a slap and went into the lounge to get ready.

  Margery came up, dragged Ronald to the corner by the far door and sat down.

   "Son, you shouldn't react so much. The director is right, playwrights find inspiration in life, you see Meg is not so angry, you take the opportunity to apologize to the director."

   "No, you don't know Meg, she hates me for writing her words as lines for others to read, and the Francesky I recommended, who played it well, is likely to win the role.

   Now Meg is obsessed with winning the role and getting her lines back. I am afraid that in order to win this audition, she will use emotional memory to act in this crying scene. "

   "Hey, this..." Margaery also heard about Meg's use of emotional memory to cause her to cry and collapse.

   "This is a personal choice, you have done everything you can, don't blame yourself for the child." Margery also stopped to persuade.

  Antonia Francesky had already retreated to the door to leave, but was caught up in the reality of the drama, so she simply sat down and waited to see what happened in the second half.

   She looked next to Ronald who was still twisting his fingers after he was seated.

   "It turns out that this confession was written by the young boy in front of me. It's really wonderful, and it fully expresses the dreams and sorrows of a ballet girl."

  Ronald clenched his hand tightly, and the joints had turned white from the force. Self-blame and worry now replaced anger and took over his heart again.

   The redness on his face that was congested with anger has faded, and only two ears remain red.

  Antonia looked at the red ears and felt a little amused in her heart.

   "Cough cough..." Because of his nervousness, Ronald's throat was itchy and he began to cough.

   Someone handed a bottle of Arrow Hill mineral water, Ronald took it, opened the bottle cap, and took a few sips.

   "Thank you", turned his head to thank him, and saw that it was Antonia.

   "Sorry, I interrupted your audition..." Ronald apologized after remembering that he almost interrupted her audition.

  Antonia waved her hand, indicating that she didn't care. Then he pointed to Meg Tilly who came out of the lounge.

  Ronald's heart hangs again.

   Meg sat down on the bench, adjusted her position slowly, bit by bit, put her hands on her belly, and signaled to the director that she was ready.

   Alan Parker turned on the camera, signaling Meg to start.

   "Look, I got the San Francisco Ballet...

  Look, my dream is to dance all over before I turn 21…

  I wish I could hear the audience yelling Bravo at me on stage in New York, Leningrad, London, and Paris! There was even a ballet written just for me. "

  Ronald's heart was half relieved, and Meg's learning results from Stella Adler's training class were satisfactory. Although there is no Antonia's performance, it's natural, but the change of emotions is in place.

   Come to think of it, even if you don't get Hillary's leading role, a supporting role is stable.

   "Look, there is no room for a baby in my dream..."

   Meg has finally lost the support of her life experience.

The dream part in front of    is Meg's own idea, no need to act. The details of abortion here are the setting of the script, but Meg has not carefully analyzed the motives and details of Hillary's life.

  Irene from the Stella Center asked her to try to challenge Hillary, but Meg didn't do it, and now she regrets it very much, but it's too late.

   In a flash, Meg thought a lot. In order to win the role, the only way to use emotional memory...

  In an instant, I remembered those memories from the past, and big tears couldn't stop flowing from my face.

  Antonia Francesky was also watching Meg's performance, and here it is written that Hillary sobbed. And Meg's cries were clearly more than choking.

   "Is she all right?" Antonia asked, seeing that something was wrong.

   "I hope it's all right." Ronald kept his eyes fixed on Meg, his hands clasped together nervously again. His mouth opened involuntarily, his legs twisted and twisted on the stool.

   Meg's cries grew louder and louder, and she no longer cared about acting and interacting with her partner.

   and Joanna Merlin, her temporary counterpart, said the last line of the clinic nurse: "Do you pay with Mastercard or American Express, Honey?"

   Meg stopped sobbing abruptly, and let out a sharp roar that seemed not to cry but laughed.

   Then she couldn't take it any longer, slipped off the stool, sat on the ground, covered her face with her hands, and started crying again.

   "Crack", the director turned off the camera.

  Ronald got up from the stool, jumped over the long table in front of the stool, and rushed in front of Meg in three steps.

   Meg cried a little sadly, and a little ashamed, but, unlike the time at the Lee Strasbourg drama school, she gradually stopped crying.

   Ronald breathed a sigh of relief, took out his handkerchief, wanted to help her dry her tears as he did last time, and asked with concern: "Meg, it's me Ronnie, you'll be fine."

"No, I have something to do." Meg snatched the handkerchief, wiped her tears, and blew her nose again, "You stole my lines and gave them to other actresses, and let her get the It's my character, speaking on the screen the lines that should belong to me."

   "Ronald, we're done."

   (end of this chapter)