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Chapter 84 Another Coke
Chapter 84 Another Coke
"I didn't tell David about it, and I didn't tell Gene. This is Italian territory, you know their 'business' in Times Square, and I thought Joan..."
"You mean Jean's mother, Joan...?"
"Someone told me that I saw her soliciting customers in the neighborhood. At first I ignored her business. But then I got the exact news that her business scope was actually selling Coke. So yesterday I banned her from the set."
"Sell Coca-Cola?" Ronald held up the Coke in his hand.
"It's not that Coke, it's another kind of Coke." Alan Parker pressed his finger on his nose and made a gesture.
"What the Fxck!" Ronald suddenly realized.
No wonder Joan wandered around the set and didn't watch her son rehearse, and no wonder the director wanted to drive her away.If she sells goods here, there will be hundreds of middle-class children in the crew.
Ronald immediately turned to look for Gene.
"Gene, tell me the truth, is your mother, Joan, a trafficker?"
"Yeah, she's very good. I know her from all over my house in Harlem. Within two days of being here, I got in touch with an Italian and allowed her to sell goods in the area around Harlan High School. Anyway, Harlan High School is closed, this area It turned out that there was no one there, and there were no traffickers in the first place.”
Ronald covered his forehead, these black people in Harlem seem to be very proud of talking about it.
But it's no wonder that under the influence of hippie culture, many people in the showbiz don't shy away from this.For blacks, being able to make money is also something to boast about.
"I need to talk to your mother."
"Okay, I'll take you to find him."
In the corner of the run-down playground at Harlan High School, Ronald and Gene found Joan.She was looking around at the people passing by on the path ahead, looking for potential buyers.
Joan is a slender woman with explosive curly hair, a sense of strength, and a ballet training in her youth.
"Mom, this is Ronald, the one who chose me into the crew."
"Oh, so it was you Ronald. You are so kind, you can see Gene's dancing talent. I can only thank you. I also danced ballet when I was young, and then Gene was born. He is very talented. Talent, right, look at his leg muscles, he was born to dance ballet."
Gene's mother Joan, after hugging Ronald, began talking about his son's talent for dancing.
"Jin, you go to rehearsal first, I want to talk to your mother alone."
Ronald quickly changed the subject.
"Did Director Allen keep you from selling around the set?"
"Yes, he has no right to do that. If I don't sell it anyway, someone else will. I got through with the Italians by virtue of Jean being the lead in this movie. You know what? Movie stars have a special fondness, like John Travolta did with 'Saturday Night Fever'."
Ronald felt that normal reasoning was failing.Values are two completely different people.I was worrying about how to persuade Joan, when I suddenly heard the name of John Travolta.
"Joan, I'll take you to a place."
Ronald and Joan walked to a shabby old movie theater next door to Harlan High School.No money to redecorate, just show pop movies and adult X-rated flicks from a few years ago, and make money off cheap copy rentals.The hit musical "Grease" from two years ago is still playing here.
"Do you know who he is?" Ronald asked deliberately, pointing to the worn "Grease" poster on the wall.
"Of course he is John Travolta," replied Joan.
"What if I say that your son Gene is the next Travolta? Do you believe it?"
"Really? But Travolta is the only leading man in Grease. My Gene is only one of four." Joan couldn't believe it for a moment.
"Jean is also the protagonist. His character Leroy has sex with the two most beautiful heroines in the film. He also made a heroine pregnant. This is the treatment of the protagonist." Ronald began to put Leroy The importance of this role is exaggerated.
Joan opened his mouth wide: "Is this true? Can he really become the next Travolta?"
"Allen won an Oscar for his last film. (Oliver Stone, actually, Best Adapted Screenplay)"
"Ah! I want to apologize to him. He will take pictures of my son like Travolta. I shouldn't contradict him."
"I sent Gene to ballet classes since I was a child, he has completely inherited his father's strength, and my body shape, the best kind of ballet genius.
Oh, I don't know how to thank you, Ronald.You discovered him. If he is the next Travolta, I will let you be his agent.Those of us from Harlem recognize and are most loyal to old relationships. "
"But your current behavior is ruining him." Ronald couldn't keep up with Joan's divergent thoughts, and quickly turned the topic back on track.
"What? How could I destroy him. There is no way I could hurt Gene, he is my son."
"Travolta was a small actor before he played 'Saturday Night Fever' and 'Grease', not much different from Gene. But do you know how much John Travolta makes a movie now?" Ronald pointed On the poster, Travolta, whose hair has been polished with hairspray, asks.
"Over a million dollars." Ronald held up a finger.
Joan's eyes were focused.Look at Travolta's poster for a while, and look at Ronald's finger for a while.
"His advertising revenue is even higher. More than 300 million dollars." Ronald released the other two fingers, turning into a gesture of three.
"Uh!"
Joan hiccupped and clutched her chest, as if trying to tell if she had misheard Ronald's number.
"And now the director, Alan Parker, wants to expel him from the crew because you sold... to crew members as a businessman. Do you really want to continue selling goods in the crew and ruin your son Gene's future?"
"No, I won't...uh. God, I won't...uh! I won't sell on set anymore, uh...I'll only sell outside of Harlan High School in the future" Joan began to hiccup Come.
"Not only can you not sell it on the set, but you also have to guard the set to prevent other dealers from entering."
"Director Alan, uh... I will never sell it on the set from now on, uh... don't worry, I have made an agreement with the Italians, uh... this is all my territory, uh... no one else will come here to sell it in the future Oh, uh... please don't drive my little Jean away, uh..., he will be very obedient, uh..."
"Ronald, how did you do it? You have to stay on the set. After the filming starts, there will be many things on the set. We need someone like you." The producer David saw that the matter of Jean's mother was perfectly resolved, Said to Ronald.
"David, you know, Ellen won't like me on the set." Ronald said in a low voice.
"Don't say that, Hollywood is like this, as long as the movie can be completed with high quality, there is nothing you like or dislike."
"Okay, how is your casting for the teacher going?" Ronald changed the subject.
"There is no progress yet. For the role of the teacher in the dance department, we have interviewed many real dance teachers and middle-aged actors, and none of them can satisfy Alan. They all lack the harsh taste of the dance teacher.
It is even more difficult to find teachers in the acting department. Many actors are resistant to acting as acting teachers. They don't want to be ridiculed by their peers, and our budget is not much. "
"How about I recommend someone?"
"Who?"
"Our casting director, Joanna Merlin."
"Remember the scene where Meg auditioned? I was worried that Meg would use emotional memory to cause a breakdown, but in the end she didn't complete the extraction of emotional memory. It was Joanna who helped."
"I didn't realize it at the time, but after so many days, I figured it out. It was Joanna who interrupted Meg's emotional process with dry humor by saying 'Do you use MasterCard or American Express?'. Finally Meg cried again Laugh again because of that."
"Do you remember? Hillary's long monologue was actually a reason for an ignorant rich girl to persuade herself to have an abortion. Joanna's words were just right, and they just dispelled her sad emotions."
"And she has slender limbs and maintains her figure well. She is convincing as a dancer."
"But I don't know how to dance ballet. Unless you agree, don't let me do any dancing scenes." Joanna listened to the producer's invitation and made a request.
"No problem, I promise you, Joanna, as long as you teach the girls dance, or comment on their dancing during the admission interview."
Director Allen let go of his worries, turned to Ronald and asked, "Do you have any suggestions for acting teachers?"
"Acting teacher... How about the black teacher you had a good chat with when you first went to the performing arts college? Let their teacher act in a movie, and get angry with that school director."
"Uh ha ha ha ha... let's do this, let him try the mirror." Allen was very happy.
"And the teachers in other departments are all white actors, we just need a quota." Producer David is also happy.
(End of this chapter)
"I didn't tell David about it, and I didn't tell Gene. This is Italian territory, you know their 'business' in Times Square, and I thought Joan..."
"You mean Jean's mother, Joan...?"
"Someone told me that I saw her soliciting customers in the neighborhood. At first I ignored her business. But then I got the exact news that her business scope was actually selling Coke. So yesterday I banned her from the set."
"Sell Coca-Cola?" Ronald held up the Coke in his hand.
"It's not that Coke, it's another kind of Coke." Alan Parker pressed his finger on his nose and made a gesture.
"What the Fxck!" Ronald suddenly realized.
No wonder Joan wandered around the set and didn't watch her son rehearse, and no wonder the director wanted to drive her away.If she sells goods here, there will be hundreds of middle-class children in the crew.
Ronald immediately turned to look for Gene.
"Gene, tell me the truth, is your mother, Joan, a trafficker?"
"Yeah, she's very good. I know her from all over my house in Harlem. Within two days of being here, I got in touch with an Italian and allowed her to sell goods in the area around Harlan High School. Anyway, Harlan High School is closed, this area It turned out that there was no one there, and there were no traffickers in the first place.”
Ronald covered his forehead, these black people in Harlem seem to be very proud of talking about it.
But it's no wonder that under the influence of hippie culture, many people in the showbiz don't shy away from this.For blacks, being able to make money is also something to boast about.
"I need to talk to your mother."
"Okay, I'll take you to find him."
In the corner of the run-down playground at Harlan High School, Ronald and Gene found Joan.She was looking around at the people passing by on the path ahead, looking for potential buyers.
Joan is a slender woman with explosive curly hair, a sense of strength, and a ballet training in her youth.
"Mom, this is Ronald, the one who chose me into the crew."
"Oh, so it was you Ronald. You are so kind, you can see Gene's dancing talent. I can only thank you. I also danced ballet when I was young, and then Gene was born. He is very talented. Talent, right, look at his leg muscles, he was born to dance ballet."
Gene's mother Joan, after hugging Ronald, began talking about his son's talent for dancing.
"Jin, you go to rehearsal first, I want to talk to your mother alone."
Ronald quickly changed the subject.
"Did Director Allen keep you from selling around the set?"
"Yes, he has no right to do that. If I don't sell it anyway, someone else will. I got through with the Italians by virtue of Jean being the lead in this movie. You know what? Movie stars have a special fondness, like John Travolta did with 'Saturday Night Fever'."
Ronald felt that normal reasoning was failing.Values are two completely different people.I was worrying about how to persuade Joan, when I suddenly heard the name of John Travolta.
"Joan, I'll take you to a place."
Ronald and Joan walked to a shabby old movie theater next door to Harlan High School.No money to redecorate, just show pop movies and adult X-rated flicks from a few years ago, and make money off cheap copy rentals.The hit musical "Grease" from two years ago is still playing here.
"Do you know who he is?" Ronald asked deliberately, pointing to the worn "Grease" poster on the wall.
"Of course he is John Travolta," replied Joan.
"What if I say that your son Gene is the next Travolta? Do you believe it?"
"Really? But Travolta is the only leading man in Grease. My Gene is only one of four." Joan couldn't believe it for a moment.
"Jean is also the protagonist. His character Leroy has sex with the two most beautiful heroines in the film. He also made a heroine pregnant. This is the treatment of the protagonist." Ronald began to put Leroy The importance of this role is exaggerated.
Joan opened his mouth wide: "Is this true? Can he really become the next Travolta?"
"Allen won an Oscar for his last film. (Oliver Stone, actually, Best Adapted Screenplay)"
"Ah! I want to apologize to him. He will take pictures of my son like Travolta. I shouldn't contradict him."
"I sent Gene to ballet classes since I was a child, he has completely inherited his father's strength, and my body shape, the best kind of ballet genius.
Oh, I don't know how to thank you, Ronald.You discovered him. If he is the next Travolta, I will let you be his agent.Those of us from Harlem recognize and are most loyal to old relationships. "
"But your current behavior is ruining him." Ronald couldn't keep up with Joan's divergent thoughts, and quickly turned the topic back on track.
"What? How could I destroy him. There is no way I could hurt Gene, he is my son."
"Travolta was a small actor before he played 'Saturday Night Fever' and 'Grease', not much different from Gene. But do you know how much John Travolta makes a movie now?" Ronald pointed On the poster, Travolta, whose hair has been polished with hairspray, asks.
"Over a million dollars." Ronald held up a finger.
Joan's eyes were focused.Look at Travolta's poster for a while, and look at Ronald's finger for a while.
"His advertising revenue is even higher. More than 300 million dollars." Ronald released the other two fingers, turning into a gesture of three.
"Uh!"
Joan hiccupped and clutched her chest, as if trying to tell if she had misheard Ronald's number.
"And now the director, Alan Parker, wants to expel him from the crew because you sold... to crew members as a businessman. Do you really want to continue selling goods in the crew and ruin your son Gene's future?"
"No, I won't...uh. God, I won't...uh! I won't sell on set anymore, uh...I'll only sell outside of Harlan High School in the future" Joan began to hiccup Come.
"Not only can you not sell it on the set, but you also have to guard the set to prevent other dealers from entering."
"Director Alan, uh... I will never sell it on the set from now on, uh... don't worry, I have made an agreement with the Italians, uh... this is all my territory, uh... no one else will come here to sell it in the future Oh, uh... please don't drive my little Jean away, uh..., he will be very obedient, uh..."
"Ronald, how did you do it? You have to stay on the set. After the filming starts, there will be many things on the set. We need someone like you." The producer David saw that the matter of Jean's mother was perfectly resolved, Said to Ronald.
"David, you know, Ellen won't like me on the set." Ronald said in a low voice.
"Don't say that, Hollywood is like this, as long as the movie can be completed with high quality, there is nothing you like or dislike."
"Okay, how is your casting for the teacher going?" Ronald changed the subject.
"There is no progress yet. For the role of the teacher in the dance department, we have interviewed many real dance teachers and middle-aged actors, and none of them can satisfy Alan. They all lack the harsh taste of the dance teacher.
It is even more difficult to find teachers in the acting department. Many actors are resistant to acting as acting teachers. They don't want to be ridiculed by their peers, and our budget is not much. "
"How about I recommend someone?"
"Who?"
"Our casting director, Joanna Merlin."
"Remember the scene where Meg auditioned? I was worried that Meg would use emotional memory to cause a breakdown, but in the end she didn't complete the extraction of emotional memory. It was Joanna who helped."
"I didn't realize it at the time, but after so many days, I figured it out. It was Joanna who interrupted Meg's emotional process with dry humor by saying 'Do you use MasterCard or American Express?'. Finally Meg cried again Laugh again because of that."
"Do you remember? Hillary's long monologue was actually a reason for an ignorant rich girl to persuade herself to have an abortion. Joanna's words were just right, and they just dispelled her sad emotions."
"And she has slender limbs and maintains her figure well. She is convincing as a dancer."
"But I don't know how to dance ballet. Unless you agree, don't let me do any dancing scenes." Joanna listened to the producer's invitation and made a request.
"No problem, I promise you, Joanna, as long as you teach the girls dance, or comment on their dancing during the admission interview."
Director Allen let go of his worries, turned to Ronald and asked, "Do you have any suggestions for acting teachers?"
"Acting teacher... How about the black teacher you had a good chat with when you first went to the performing arts college? Let their teacher act in a movie, and get angry with that school director."
"Uh ha ha ha ha... let's do this, let him try the mirror." Allen was very happy.
"And the teachers in other departments are all white actors, we just need a quota." Producer David is also happy.
(End of this chapter)
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