Exploiting Hollywood 1980.

Chapter 225 The world is unpredictable
"What would you like to drink?" Ronald, who had already returned to the hotel, asked Demi Moore who came with him.

"Champagne is fine. Congratulations on your Golden Globe," Demi replied.

Ronald put the award certificate on the table, then called the food delivery service, ordered a bottle of champagne and some strawberries, and two sandwiches.

He loosened the tie, took off the award-winning dress and hung it up, and changed into a light jacket.Ronald asked Demi, "What happened? Why don't you have a place to live?"

Demi Moore opted to walk away with Ronald after previously turning down Timothy Hutton's party invitation.This made Ronald very happy. He maintained his image in front of his enemy Hutton, and he did not lose his share.

But I didn't ask Demi to find another place for a party. She said at the time that she had an appointment with me, which made Ronald feel that Demi seemed to want something from him.In addition, in the taxi, I asked Demi where to live to send her back, and Demi said that she had no place to live...

"Freddie is unwilling to find a job for me in the film and television industry. If I don't have the opportunity to appear on the screen, no agent is willing to sign me. Without an agent, there will be no new job. In addition, he is unwilling to divorce his wife. I don't even have a last name. It's his, the bastard."

"I've been boarding with Natasha for a while, but she's going to join Coppola's crew the day after tomorrow, and Polanski will no longer pay her rent, so I have nowhere to live."

Demi likes this warm hotel room very much. She sits on the sofa, takes off her high heels, and relieves her toes that are a little uncomfortable because of walking at night.

It seems that it is still an old problem. Ronald remembers that when Demi's boyfriend, rock singer Freddie Moore, was unwilling to pay for the audition photos, he didn't like Demi as an actor.

But without a job, there is no money. Demi, who wants to live independently, can't even pay the rent.

Ronald didn't ask why Demi didn't look for her family. The divorce rate in America is very high these days. Since she didn't look for her family, it must be that Demi didn't come from a warm family.

"You know, Demi. I live in New York now. My script was bought by Universal, but the filming hasn't started yet. At this stage, I don't have the authority to find you a job on the crew..."

"Hey, do you think I'm here with you for a job?" Demi's face changed when she heard this, thinking that Ronald was evading, so she put on her shoes and made an angry gesture to leave, "You're an asshole too , Ronald. I should have known..."

Ronald didn't expect Demi to react so much. It seems that she has received a lot of blank stares recently, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, "Please give me a little confidence Demi. We are friends, right? I just want to help as a friend you."

"Ding dong..." The waiter who happened to deliver the food came in with a cart and opened the champagne for them.

Taking out a bill and dismissing the waiter, Ronald closed the door.

Demi took a sip of champagne and left without mentioning, "I remember you were a member of the directors' union, why are you now a screenwriter? Can you find me a chance to be an actor?"

"Directors have very little work..." Ronald smiled, "There are dozens or even hundreds of actors in a film, but there is only one director. Now I can only direct some commercials, and write scripts for the film"

"Commercial director, that's pretty cool, too. You've got a Golden Globe. When's your script going to start?" Demi said.

"Right now talking to David Lynch about directing," Ronald replied, "Listen, Demi. David Lynch has other offers, and I reckon he wants to wait until the Oscars are up for grabs at the end of March." , I can find you a job as an extra, but you also need income during the period before..."

There was a smile on Demi's face, and the curved thin eyebrows made her face soft when she smiled, not as strong as usual.

"I have an agent who does my ad business, and I can ask him to get you a few commercials in Los Angeles, enough for you to rent a small motel until you get one."

"It's not bad, it's better than actually going to Qui Magazine to take adult photos."

"No, you have to shoot Playboy stuff, Demi." Ronald joked, "My agent Eddie has this kind of business, but to be honest, this shortcut to Hollywood is not good. Go, like Stratten, who was killed by her husband."

"I know, if I'm not desperate, I wouldn't consider this step. It's a rare opportunity for me to appear in the commercial."

Demi Moore was somewhat disappointed, after all Ronald was not a popular star like Timothy Hutton.The level of resources is not high, and it is impossible to promote Natasha Kinski as the heroine at one time like Polanski.

But Ronald's resources can be given to her alone, while Hutton has to compete with many people, and maybe play some multiplayer games with him.Besides, he had already stood beside Ronald at that time, and Hutton just wanted to humiliate Ronald, even if he defected on the spot, he might not give her any chance.

Demi took off her shoes, walked up to Ronald, and looked up into Ronald's face.This look is not bad, much better than Freddy.

Ronald continued, "When the movie starts, I will find a way to solve your union eligibility issue. Now that the minimum wage of actors has increased, based on the average shooting time of eight weeks, you can get..."

Demi's carefully groomed face is very beautiful. From this angle, she looks a bit like Vivien Leigh, the heroine of the classic movie Gone with the Wind.

Recalling the feelings of urban men and women that the New York Attorney Miss had told him, Ronald kissed it, wrapping his hands around Demi's waist, looking for the position of the button.

"Let me do it myself, it's the most expensive dress I have." Demi slapped Ronald on the chest and smiled.

"boom!"

Meanwhile, Timothy Hutton smashes his champagne glass at the crazy party.

"Natasha Kinski, the bitch, actually left under the pretext of joining Coppola's crew, bitch, seeing Coppola, she couldn't walk anymore."

His agent reminded, "Don't speak ill of the number one Hollywood director here."

"Fuxck! And that Natalie Wood, calling me a boy. Do you think I'm a boy?" Hutton asked the beauties at the party.

"No, Tim, you're a man among men." Several girls who stayed behind quickly complimented him.

"That's it, I played a boy in 'Ordinary People' and everyone took me for a boy."

"But this is the first step in your acting career, Tim. You've already won the Golden Globe, and if you can nominate an Oscar and win the award, you can get a better script and role..."

"Well, what if? Don't you guarantee that I will be nominated?" Timothy Hutton drank another glass of champagne. He, I thought the reboot script 'Taps' that came in the other day was good, cadets against realtors rebuilding."

"Soldier, I want to play a soldier, a manly soldier." Hutton became more and more excited as he spoke, "Do you think I will play a soldier?"

"Oh, Timothy, you will offend Universal Pictures by doing this. They fired the original creative team for you to star in, and they are willing to invite Brother David Zucker to direct."

"I don't care, I'm the Golden Globe for Best Supporting Actor! And Oscar, hahaha..."

"Have you heard? Timothy Hutton resigned from the Grease sequel and chose [-]th Century Fox's military school comedy 'Lights Out'. .”

A few days later, Ronald, who returned to New York, received a call from his agent Richard and learned the news.

"Yeah, the world is unpredictable." Ronald also felt that Hutton's film selection was like a child's play.

"In addition, Spielberg sent a message through his assistant Catherine, saying that he is personally grateful for your revision opinions. Now he is busy with the post-editing of the new film and cannot personally thank you. He hopes to have the opportunity to cooperate with you again in the future."

"Is he sincere? Do I have a chance to work with him?" Ronald was very excited when he heard Spielberg's message.

"Spielberg has always liked to support the latecomers in the industry, but he has been very busy recently. This time, maybe your script modification opinion satisfied him. At least you will receive other script evaluation requests from him."

"Do you know, Ronald. The Oscar nomination voting for this year will end tomorrow. I hope you can get nominated for the best original screenplay. In that case, it will add a heavy weight to your career."

"Really, when will the nominations be announced?" Ronald felt that he was getting good news.

"August 2th..."

"Ronnie, here comes the replay."

Aunt Karen was calling.Today is the rebroadcast of the Golden Globe Awards Ceremony. Ronald and his family appreciate his heroic appearance of accepting the award.

"Best Original Song goes to..."

Well, Ronald was a little embarrassed, Michael Gore took up most of the shots, and his own shot was cut to only a few seconds, but fortunately he didn't miss the part of thanking his family.

"It needs to be cut to less than 2 hours, so many nominees don't have footage." Diane Lane understood the broadcast rules of the Golden Globe Awards and explained to Aunt Karen.

"It's okay, as long as I see Ronald on stage to accept the award. Did you record it for me?" Aunt Karen asked Donna.

"It's all recorded." Donna replied.

Thanks to Irene Cara, the camera really gave a two-second close-up of the singer Irene in the audience.The little girl's smiling face was finally displayed in front of the TV audience.

Even Demi Moore also appeared on the scene, which was an unexpected surprise.

When he returned to New York, Ronald asked Eddie to introduce Demi to some advertising opportunities. She had a good appearance and had a few print ads.A furniture manufacturer saw her picture and offered her a TV commercial.With the cash I gave her, she can live for a few months, and it is not a problem to overcome the initial difficult period of her acting career.

Now that there are national TV appearances, there must be more advertising business.

"Ring, ring, ring..." The phone rang, and Diane Lane picked it up, "Hello..."

"Looking for you, Ronald." Diane handed over the microphone.

"Hi, I'm Ronald."

"Ronald? I'm Zeffirelli, you must help me this time..."

　I have something to do this afternoon, the update may be later

　
(End of this chapter)