Hollywood What If

[Note: This is just fiction. Don't take it seriously.]

Hollywood What If Chapter 3

Just before Kazir entered the building, he saw someone he knew.

"Arnold Kopelson and Robert Shaye..."

He muttered. He only knew that Arnold Kopelson was a producer, but Robert Shaye was something else. Robert Shaye was the founder of New Line Cinema and created many box office hits. Especially "The Lord of The Rings Trilogy".

The main brain of the production company was this man.

Kazir's attitude turned serious and he approached the two with a smile.

"Good morning Mr. Kopelson, and Mr. Shaye. I'm Kazir Grey."

"I'm sorry, but who are you? Have we met before?"

Since someone had called him, Robert was not arrogant enough to brush him off. He stared at Kazir, perhaps he had met the man at a party or something.

Kazir's demeanor was full of confidence and his appearance was quite handsome.

Even Arnold Kopelson thought Kazir was exceptional.

"No, sir. We haven't met."

"Is that so?"

"I'm a director and I want to show you my script."

"I see..."

When Robert Shaye heard that Kazir was one of those unknown directors trying to sell his script, he immediately lost interest. He met a lot of people like Kazir.

"About that, you can give it to Kopelson and the company will look at it. We'll call you if we're interested."

He muttered quickly and walked past Kazir. There were thousands of directors in Hollywood and most of them made low-budget movies. Robert didn't have time to entertain a nobody.

"Thank you, Kazir."

Kopelson said indifferently after receiving the script and followed Robert Shaye.

"Then..."

Kazir tried to talk and convince them, but he realized they were too busy. They got into the car and left.

"..."

He was left alone, standing in front of the building. He gritted his teeth and thought about his next plan.

"If this doesn't work, I have to go to plan B."

Kazir had printed out dozens of copies of the script to send to production companies. In addition to the Big Six, he sent his script to other companies like Miramax and MGM.

'MGM was actually one of the Big Five at the time, but lost its status after being acquired by Casino Tycoon.'

Anyway, that was all in the past and only the Big Six had the most power in Hollywood. They could end someone's career if they got together. A terrifying existence.

Kazir spent his entire week contacting production companies, even the second-tier studios. He hoped someone would be interested in his script. Unfortunately, no one listened to him seriously.

'I spent $2,000 this week.'

Nevertheless, he was too old to be depressed. In his opinion, his situation was nothing more than a game that he had to overcome. After all, he wouldn't achieve his dreams if he didn't work hard.

'I want to be a famous director, a superstar director.'

Only a few people could be called superstar directors. They were Steven Spielberg, George Lucas, Michael Bay, and James Cameron.

'Ah, I just remembered, James Cameron is not a superstar yet. Not until he destroyed a luxurious ship at sea. Same with Michael Bay.'

With a few copies of scripts in his suitcase, Kazir found the post office. He wrote down the address of a certain director.

'It said that this script was discovered by this certain director after it was sent to him by mistake... I know the truth, it was nothing but a way to promote the movies. That probably never happened. Maybe the original writer contacted the director and begged him. However, I will make it happen. This script will be sent to his address by mistake... Let's hope he contacts me.'

Kazir may be 26 years old, but the experience he had gained in his past life was enough to change his mentality. He was excited to know that he was doing what he loved.

"Are you seriously reading his script?"

Robert Shaye discovered that Arnold Kopelson was reading the script.

"I have nothing to do, so I decided to read it."

"What do you think?" Robert Shaye raised his eyebrows, quite interested.

There were many talented writers in Hollywood, but few of them made money. Being talented didn't mean success.

"It's not bad. It's pretty dark and bloody, to be honest. However, the ending is interesting."

"Will it be profitable if it is made into a movie?"

That was the most important question. Even if the script looked promising, they had to look at its profitability. They were businessmen.

"There is a possibility, but it needs thorough studies... As for the writer, I think I have seen this name before."

Kazir Grey. Arnold was a producer and he watched movies every weekend to broaden his horizons.

"That's right, he's a director. I saw his movie a few months ago. It was terrible, no wonder it didn't get released."

"So what do you think?" Robert Shaye asked.

Arnold thought about it.

"I advise you not to touch this movie, especially if that Kazir Grey wants to direct it. You will only lose money. Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless we hire another director, then this movie might be profitable."

It was obvious that they didn't think Kazir would make a great movie.

He might have experience in small productions. But the script clearly stated that the budget would be 30 million or more. No sane person would let Kazir direct a big-budget movie.

'Forget it, this script looks promising, but its chances of becoming a movie are slim.'

Arnold shook his head and decided to forget about it.