MTL - American Fame and Fortune-Chapter 791 Red umbrella, white pole

Chapter 791 Red umbrella, white umbrella

The studio was not far from the photo studio. Martin walked quickly, and when he entered the main entrance of the studio, he heard Mia and Sebastian arguing.

Sebastian asked: "Who was that person last night? This is not the first time I saw you with him! Mia, please don't treat me as an underage child. The way you held his arm was completely different. Not just ordinary friends!”

"Gross is a producer! I repeat, he is a producer!" Mia exploded, her voice sharp: "I went to see him yesterday to discuss future cooperation! I Now I am a screenwriter, the screenwriter of a film project with an investment of 60 million US dollars. Isn’t it normal for other producers to approach me? "

After hearing these words, Sebastian became calmer and said in a low voice: "On the 30th of last month, you and he went to the Four Seasons Hotel; on the 6th, 14th and 19th of this month, and yesterday, You accompany him to the Four Seasons Hotel again, staying there for more than three hours each time!"

Mia's face changed: "You don't believe me, you actually followed me!"

Sebastian said: "I'm just obsessed with music, not an idiot!" He sighed and wanted to save it: "Mia, come back. When this project is completed, we will go somewhere else..."

"Are you crazy? Go somewhere else? Do you know how much hard work I have put in to be where I am today?" Mia thought of her life as a part-time waiter at Warner Studio, and then looked at her current status as the first screenwriter of the crew, and said: "What you like is the me who was down and out in the past, but now you are dissatisfied seeing me step by step towards success!"

Sebastian is a musician full of romantic feelings and said: "I would rather be like you were before than see you become what you are now!"

Mia said flatly: "You can't imprison my dreams in the name of love!"

　　When Martin entered the studio, he happened to hear the last few sentences.

 If the quarrel continues, it will inevitably affect the subsequent work.

Mia met Martin as early as 2005. When she saw Martin coming over, she lowered her head slightly: "I'm sorry."

 Martin glanced at her: "Stop talking nonsense, let's go."

Martin asked: "Last time you met a female screenwriter? The one Disney Studios hired to adapt Beauty and the Beast?"

Saoirse put down her fist and said: "We have talked several times about Greta taking over the project of "Beauty and the Beast" because she wants to become famous through it and accumulate more qualifications. She is imagining a story about a girl in Sacramento... Oh, Greta grew up there, and she should want to write a script based on herself and then direct and film it herself.”

 Behind the scenes, Saoirse came over quietly and whispered: "I'm right."

Many people from the crew are watching, and there are no shortage of people eating melons everywhere.

Mia said: "I'm sorry, Martin."

 Sebastian nodded: "I promise, there will be no next time."

 Sebastian put his hands into his pockets and followed.

 For these two people, Martin did not make any comments, went directly over, and said: "Mia, Seba, have you argued enough?"

Martin looked at the two people one after another and said very seriously: "We are friends who have known each other for many years, and now we are colleagues working on the same crew. Please discuss your personal feelings and affairs after you return, and resolve them as peacefully as possible without affecting them. Is it OK to work normally?”

 Martin has known Saoirse for a long time, and he feels a little different about her. He asked more: "Have you ever had an in-depth chat with her?"

Saoirse wrinkled her nose: "I don't want to think about who taught me!" She waved her fist: "I am a master at making people! I am also a master at building relationships!"

 Mia glanced at Sebastian, put on her Hermès bag, and left the studio first.

“Yes, she has already started writing the script.” Saoirse came closer and said, “I have read all the scripts written by Greta.”

 Sebastian has also known Martin for several years and said: "It's all my fault. I didn't control my emotions."

Saoirse said: "I made an appointment with Greta Gerwig for dinner tonight. This is a girls' party, so I can't ask you to come with me."

 The two came out of the studio and got on the battery car driven by Bruce together.

Martin said: "Okay, let's go back and talk calmly, don't let others laugh."

 Martin said: "It seems that you get along well with her."

Martin thought for a while. He was not familiar with Greta Gerwig, but he was quite impressed by Saoirse Ronan. He couldn't help but think of the "Lady Bird".

He said: "If you think Greta's story is good, you can recommend her to my studio."

Saoirse said extremely seriously: "I will! Teacher, I promise you, only if you don't like Greta's story will she find other companies."

 Martin nodded with satisfaction. This student did not teach in vain and knew how to repay the teacher.

 Arriving at the parking lot, Saoirse drove away alone.

 Martin and Bruce got into the Escalade and prepared to return to Beverly Hills.

As soon as the car left Burbank, Martin received a call from Clara.

“Are you free tonight?” Clara took the initiative to invite you: “I want to treat you to dinner. Thank you for taking care of me during this time.”

 Martin looked outside and said, "Let me treat you to the Ritz-Carlton Hotel in Beverly Hills."

 Clara responded immediately: "I'll be there on time at half past seven."

Martin said: "I have a long-term private room on the top floor of the hotel. When you arrive, say hello to the front desk, and someone will take you up."

“Okay.” Clara said with a smile: “Martin, see you in two hours.”

 Martin put away the phone and said to Bruce: "Go to the Ritz-Carlton Hotel."

Bruce turned at the next intersection, looked at the time on the car clock, and said, "I'll take you to the hotel, I'll go to Venice Beach." Martin asked, "Are the Kardashian sisters here?"

Bruce said: "The four sisters are all in Venice Beach."

 Martin was deeply impressed and gave Bruce a thumbs up: "Old Bruce, you are really a talent!"

"Don't get me wrong." Bruce defended: "I'm just with Kim and Khloe..."

 Martin interrupted: "You don't need to explain, I understand, I understand everything. You Bruce are a good man who specializes in taking care of other people's sisters."

 Bruce gave Martin a middle finger: "Don't talk about me, you are no better than me!"

 Martin did not make any excuses, but said: "You can give whatever is in the trunk as you like."

Bruce said: "I won't be polite to you."

The Escalade soon arrived in front of the Ritz-Carlton Hotel. Martin got off the car, entered the hotel, and took the elevator to the top floor.

The Ritz-Carlton Hotel has been renovated, and the presidential suite on the top floor has been adjusted. Martin's private room has a garden-style terrace with many green plants on it, and a small swimming pool has been added near the outer layer. A small glass restaurant was built next to the balcony.

Have dinner in the restaurant, overlooking the night view of Beverly's busiest business district.

While Martin was ordering food, Bruce checked the suite as a routine and made sure there was no problem with the room before leaving the hotel and heading to the Kardashian sisters' date.

On the other side, Clara returned to the rented house, took a shower first, put on makeup carefully, put on a red dress specially, and drove off half an hour early.

The house she rents is just outside of Beverly Hills, not far from the Ritz-Carlton Hotel.

 Clara came downstairs and found that the wind was blowing.

Beverly Hills is not far from the seaside, and the wind is a little strong at night.

 Clara pressed the hem of her skirt with one hand and covered her chest with the other, got in the car and rushed to the hotel.

 After arriving at the hotel and entering the underground parking lot, she called Martin and then took the special elevator to the top floor.

The housekeeper waiting in front of the door asked, and while opening the door, told Clara to go directly to the balcony restaurant.

It was getting dark now, and the suite and the terrace were all brightly lit.

 Clara looked across the living room, through the glass curtain wall, and saw Martin sitting in the terrace restaurant.

She quickly came to the door of the living room leading to the terrace. The moment she opened the door, she felt a gust of night wind blowing in her face.

 The roofs of tall buildings built in Beverly Hills are windier than those below.

　　Just on the other side of the door is Martin sitting in the glass restaurant.

Clara took two steps forward, and the night wind suddenly became stronger. Perhaps due to the location of the terrace, the wind blew from under her feet, blowing up the skirt of her red dress, like an open red umbrella.

 Under the red umbrella, there is naturally a white pole.

Smooth long legs suddenly appeared under the night light, and they were white as if they could reflect light.

 Clara’s first reaction was to press down and suppress the hem of the skirt in front of her, just like the classic photo of Marilyn Monroe.

Immediately, she discovered that Martin opposite was looking at this side with interest.

Clara reacted immediately, let go of the hem of the skirt in her hands, hummed a dance music in her mouth, danced her arms gently, the high heels under her feet kept the beat, and her whole body danced with the wind.

She has a great figure, can dance well, and has a special look that is also a visual pleasure.

 Martin sat back on the dining chair, admiring Clara's dance. There was always a special scenery among the flying red skirts.

 Perhaps there was too much playing, singing and dancing during the recent filming. When Martin saw the beat of Clara's feet, he suddenly remembered a very classic Internet song from his previous life.

He couldn't help humming in a low voice: "Red umbrellas, white umbrellas, let's lie down together after eating..."

The evening breeze suddenly became lighter again, and Clara's red dress fell down. She slightly adjusted her dress and hair, and walked into the restaurant with a charming smile.

　　Martin clapped his hands gently: "What a great dance. I can see that you worked **** the dance rehearsal."

 Clara’s mind was spinning quickly, she put down her handbag and said, “I have also prepared another dance.”

 Martin made a gesture of invitation.

 Clara opened her handbag, took out her mobile phone, and clicked on the music player.

The moment the dance music started playing, she held her waist with her hands and twisted her waist and shook her buttocks as if an engine had been installed, just like Martin's zombie machine gun dance back then.

Dinner was naturally postponed. On this terrace, in the night breeze of Los Angeles, Martin enjoyed a red umbrella and a white umbrella.

 (End of this chapter)