Under the Great Smoky Mountains, the crescent moon is reflected on the lake. In the yard of the lakeside vacation house, Elena lit a bonfire.

Martin set up the barbecue and skillfully spread sauce on the skewers.

The fragrance wafted immediately.

Opposite me, Lily was holding a big kettle, biting the drop-shaped straw, and sucked hard.

Elena came over and punched her on the head: "Idiot, don't use this."

Hall took a shovel and dug a hole by the campfire, buried the potatoes wrapped by Martin, and muttered: "A bunch of idiots."

Harris sat on a rock: "I should call the Cole sisters and call them. One hundred percent they will come."

Lily was depressed after being suppressed by her elder sister, and said: "I'm going to go to the lake and catch a black bear."

Martin deliberately said: "Vacation camps like this are the scene of horrific incidents. There is a perverted murderer living in the Great Smoky Mountains, hunting down the mountains in the dark and catching beautiful girls."

Elena said: "Idiot, don't scare people." She looked at Lily: "Let's go to the lake for dinner. You can swim here."

This is a mature resort area, certainly not what Martin said.

After dinner, Lily and Elena put on their swimsuits, wrapped themselves in long blankets, and came to the lake.

Tourists in twos and threes take a night swim in the lake with some distance between them.

Elena followed Martin into the water. The bottom of the lake here is entirely made of artificial sand, which is relatively flat and the water is not too deep.

The two of them had a tacit understanding, so they swam to a deserted place, climbed into a small boat, and lay down.

Martin has been having a shadow recently: "Is there someone watching over here?"

"You can't see clearly even if you see it from a distance." Elena has always been simple and direct in this regard: "You idiot, I'm not afraid, so what are you afraid of?"

Martin said: "I'm afraid the boat will sink."

The water rippled, the waves rose and fell, and the boat rocked violently.

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The resort is very safe and no terrorist incidents have occurred.

Early the next morning, Martin had breakfast and rushed to the crew at the Automobile Production Center to make his presence felt in front of director Michel Gondry.

While having lunch with Louise Meyer, I struck up a conversation with producer Steve Golin.

In a producer-centered Hollywood, Steve Golin is undoubtedly the most powerful person in the entire crew.

Martin was not sure about Steve Gowling for the time being, so he just said a few polite greetings.

After getting off the dining car, Martin met the leader of the Marietta Theater Company.

The two came under the awning, and Jerome said: "I kicked Rosa out of the troupe and spread the news in the Atlanta extras circle. She reported her fellow cast members and she will not be able to mix in this circle in the future."<

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He simply explained: "There are too many drug users in this industry, and no one wants to have a time bomb around them."

Martin said: "Captain, you have troubled yourself."

Jerome is very powerful as a group leader: "If you bully my group members, you have to pay the price!"

Martin knew that Jerome went to great lengths to do this because he could get something in return from him, and he looked very concerned: "Is there any problem with the crew?"

"The cooperation is very good." Jerome sees a bright future: "After the first cooperation with the Hollywood crew, there will be a second time, and the first time is the most difficult."

He was afraid of being forgotten: "Martin, Robert Patrick said, he will always be a member of the Marietta Theater Company."

Martin solemnly said: "Me too."

Jerome took out a card from his pocket and handed it to Martin: "This is Robert Patrick's contact information in Los Angeles. If you go to Los Angeles for development, it will be somewhat helpful."

Martin took it excitedly: "Captain!"

"If you really want to leave Atlanta one day, tell me and I will call him and explain your situation." Jerome made a pun: "People in the Marietta Theater Company should help each other."

Martin agrees: "No matter where I go, I'm a member of the Marietta Troupe."

Jerome pointed to the office next to the studio: "I'm going to have a chat with Andrew."

As the people gradually walked away, Martin lowered his head and looked at the words on the card. There were only names and a series of numbers.

Obviously, private contact information is not available to ordinary people.

At this time, Robert came over with his brain dangling and said: "The leader came to me this morning and said that he would no longer charge me dues."

He asked: "Did you speak for me?"

Martin pointed to his head: "The leader has a lot of ideas, I don't need to say more."

Robert is not stupid: "I should say thank you, $300 a month is not a small number to me."

Instead, Martin said: "You are my lucky star, Robert. If one day I can really develop in Hollywood and compete with others for important roles, I will definitely invite you over."

If not for anything else, it is used to calm Feng Shui.

He imitated Harris's way of speaking: "With you here, my winning rate can increase by 60%!"

Robert was not polite to Martin: "When the time comes, help me find a role with dialogues, and yes, there must also be a frontal shot. Don't be like you in this play, which has a lot of lines but few frontal shots."

Martin said: "Don't worry, as long as there is a chance, I will definitely find you a role with dialogues."

A veteran actor like Robert has basic acting skills, but he can't compete for roles with lines. It's more of a problem in other aspects.

In the evening, Martin invited director Michel Gondry to have a meal full of Atlanta-style cuisine at a high-end restaurant in Peachtree Center.

The crew has been filming for more than a month. The part in Atlanta is about to be completed and they will return to Los Angeles soon.

Because the two have many common topics regarding their stance on the British, Michel Gondry has a very good impression of Martin.

Personal connections are built up bit by bit.

It may not be useful now, but maybe it will be useful in the future.

Two days later, Louise Meyer will also leave Atlanta.

The night before leaving, Martin came to the hotel where she was staying and specially prepared a cup of expansion screws modified from slow-speed screws for her.

Countless bubbles burst into the mouth of the wine, and Louise Meyer said: "Martin Davis, how many new cocktails do you know? You bastard, you are playing with the heart of an alcoholic!"

Martin's face was full of grievance: "It seems that you are playing tricks on me, right? You are a superior producer, I am just a small actor, let me think about which word is appropriate, yes, you are unspoken rules for me!"

Louise didn't want to talk to this trash, so she was silent for a while before speaking: "And Kelly, this bastard, no one knows me better than her, so she specially prepared you, bastard, and you are a couple!"

Martin seemed not to have heard, and added: "The expansion screw is my parting gift to you. I have given you the recipe. Louise's expansion screw will definitely leave a mark in the history of cocktails!"

When the room finally became quiet, Martin asked: "Are you going to Morocco?"

Louise nodded: "Take a week off in Los Angeles and go to Morocco. There is a crew there. You don't have to think about it. I won't use you. You haven't passed the accent test yet."

Martin knew not to rush: "I have to get rid of the zombie gigolo first."
Chapter completed!