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Chapter 66: Intertwined Fate
Chapter 66: Intertwined Fate Chris pressed tightly against the room's door, as if afraid that Renly would break in at any moment. His heart pounded like a drum, his throat felt dry and itchy, and he couldn't help but cough twice. He had to force himself to hold his mouth tightly shut to avoid making any noise.
Finally, when his breathing calmed down, Chris locked the door and quickly walked to the bed. He pulled out the "Thor" script from under the mattress, overwhelmed with excitement. The sensation of touching it made his mind almost blank out, and he almost lost his breath.
Calm down, calm down!
Chris forced himself to calm down and started planning his next steps.
He had to fly back to Los Angeles immediately, study the script thoroughly, truly understand the character of Thor, and maybe even find an acting coach for guidance to ensure he perfectly embodied Kenneth's vision of the ideal candidate. Then, through his agent, he would contact the relevant people at Marvel Studios or Paramount Pictures. All he needed was a peripheral person; if he could meet the director, even better. Once he got the chance, he would present himself and wait for the call from the key decision-makers. That would be enough.
If necessary, he could also contact Bryan Burk, the producer of "Star Trek"—another Paramount production. Bryan had some connections within Paramount. When they were shooting "Star Trek," Bryan had shown a liking for him. Now was the time to utilize that.
Without a script, it was either through connections or through works. The road to getting a top-tier production was too narrow, especially for an actor like Chris, whose acting skills weren't solid. But now, things had changed dramatically. He could prepare in advance, following the official protocol of the movie. As long as he found a crack in the airtight network of relationships, that would be enough.
Thinking of this, Chris couldn't help but get excited!
During his time in Hollywood, he had seen enough of those arrogant and indifferent faces, each one seeming like a noble, but in reality, they were just a bunch of sycophants. They had been discriminating against him, not even willing to look at him straight. In the future, he would pay them back tenfold! And Renly, he was no different!
Renly had been given the opportunity to play Thor, yet he didn't know how to cherish it. He considered himself above others, which was nauseating. But he had to thank Renly, right? Now, the initiative was in his hands, and he wouldn't give up easily. When he stood at the top of the Hollywood pyramid, if he was in a good mood, he could extend a hand to Renly in gratitude.
As for guilt? Why should he feel guilty? This was Hollywood, where anything goes. He wisely seized the opportunity, so he would be the one laughing in the end!
Once, Gwyneth Paltrow and Winona Ryder were famous best friends in Hollywood, a pair of beautiful sisters. Winona rose to fame at a young age, with her acting skills captivating countless directors; Gwyneth came from a prominent family background, her father a producer and her mother an actress, with Steven Spielberg as her godfather.
In 1997, Winona grew tired of the intrigues and spotlight of Hollywood, her mental state plummeting, and her acting career sinking into a quagmire. Yet, she remained a director's darling, receiving constant invitations.
One day, Gwyneth visited Winona's house and found a script under the coffee table while Winona was drowsy from taking too much cold medicine. Out of curiosity, Gwyneth started reading it.
Gwyneth liked the script and daringly took it without informing Winona. Winona, in her miserable state, didn't even notice. Later, Gwyneth, with her re
"Pant... pant... Pant... God..." He supported his knees with both hands, panting heavily. Renly looked at the short distance he had traveled to reach the doorstep, less than thirty yards, and then at the sweating figure in front of him, feeling a sense of absurdity. "Give me a minute." The chubby guy adjusted his breath, his face flushed.
Renly politely made a "please" gesture. "On such a beautiful morning, I still have a minute. Mr. Rogers."
Standing before him was Andy Rogers, the talent agent from Innovative Artist Management. Before "The Pacific" aired, he had personally visited Renly in Pioneer Village. Originally, Renly expected him to show up immediately after the series aired, but unexpectedly, the series had finished airing last week, and Andy only appeared today.
"Is it only a minute?" Andy took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead. "I wonder if you have half an hour. We can sit down and have a good chat."
He needed to fly back to Los Angeles this afternoon; the casting competition for Thor had reached its climax. The three actors in the hands of Innovative Artist Management were very close to victory, and he had to be present personally and participate in the audition process. But even so, he gave up his plan to fly directly from Chicago back to Los Angeles and took a detour to New York, arriving here this morning. He had arrived at the airport at 6:30 a.m. and rushed over without stopping.
Because he knew that the time to sign Renly had come, and he didn't want to miss this rising star.
"I'm on my way to Brooklyn right now. If you don't mind, we can chat while we walk." Renly wasn't surprised by Andy's invitation. During the airing of "The Pacific," the number of calls from his agents had already surpassed two digits, with at least three coming from the big five agencies. Andy was just one of them.
Andy seemed unsurprised by Renly's response and made a gesture of invitation. "Of course, no problem." It was as if the afternoon flight back to Los Angeles didn't exist. "There's been quite a discussion about you in Hollywood recently. Have you heard any rumors in New York?"
"I hope they're mostly praise." Renly's answer made Andy smile lightly. "Of course, they are. If I'm not mistaken, you should have received some big project invitations. That's the best proof. For example, 'Thor.'"