Michael Fassbender stood on the bulletin board, earnestly reading the information on the bulletin board over and over again.?.?`In recent times, since the TV series has not received any news for a long time, he has become more and more urgent, hoping to find a job soon, otherwise the rent will really open the skylight next month. So, almost every day he will come to the headquarters of the American Actors Union to see if there are new auditions - without an agent, he can only rely on himself.

However, he still did not gain anything today.

This made Michael lower his head in frustration and dragged his heavy steps to leave the bulletin board reluctantly. The staff coming towards him showed a helpless smile, "There is still no gain?" Michael shook his head with a wry smile, and the staff patted him on the shoulder, "Maybe there will be changes tomorrow, don't lose confidence."

Michael has been reporting on time every day recently, and the staff of the American Actors Union have known him. But what can this happen? In Los Angeles, there are no 100,000 actors like him who are struggling with him, and there are eighty thousand. Everyone is eager to find a job. Many people even go to the crew to play corpses, just to get a daily salary and maintain their careers of despair.

Career... Thinking of this word, Michael felt it was particularly ironic. He had heard that the industry of actors was not that easy. He might not be able to see the light when traveling through the thorns all over the road to the end. However, only by truly experiencing, struggling, and sinking in this environment can he understand what reality is. Apart from "Brothers Company", he has no official work at all, and his life should not be called "career".

Michael left the American Actors' Union with his shoulders down, stood at the door, looking at the traffic on Wilsey Avenue, a little confused, as if the huge Hollywood could not find a place for him. Should he go back? Go back to London, or go back to Heidelberg... Maybe his acting career should end here. He is twenty-five years old, and even if he continues to be willful, he seems to be unable to find an exit... Find an ordinary job and live an ordinary life, which doesn't sound so bad now...

But what happened to the blocked chest?

Michael sat down on the steps on the street, drooping his head in frustration. He breathed in big mouthfuls, but the indescribable despair still grabbed him hard, as if he could not breathe a trace of fresh air in his lungs, and his brain was slowly wiped clean and turned into blank.

"Dingling...Dinglingling..." A series of noisy sounds came from far and near, and lasted for a long time. Finally, Michael was called back to the real world from his quiet thoughts. He looked around without any focus, as if he didn't understand where the sound came from, and was stunned. Then he realized that the sound was actually coming from his pocket, his cell phone.

cell phone!

Michael hurriedly took out his phone, but the more he was, the more clumsy he became. The phone was stuck in his pocket and could not be taken out at all. He was completely stuck. Michael was so anxious that he was sweating all over, but he still couldn't take out his phone. He was just struggling there for a long time, and the phone ringtone became more and more weak. He realized and stood up quickly. The phone finally took out smoothly, but the phone ringtone was broken.

Michael hurriedly pressed the call button and put it in his ear and shouted anxiously, "Hello! Hello? Hello!" But there was no sound on the other end. Michael realized that he had missed the call after all, and the sudden depression almost completely defeated all his defense lines, so that his eyes were a little wet.

Michael buried his hands in his palm in a mess and forced his tears back to his eyes - this was the path he chose, even if he was kneeling, he would have to walk! Michael gritted his teeth tightly, putting all his strength on his teeth, and suppressing the surging inside.w?ww.`

"Dingling!" The phone ringtone rang again. Michael was shocked and quickly put his phone in his ear and shouted loudly, "Hello!" But the "Dinglingling" sounded again, which made Michael look at his phone. Then he realized that he did not press the call button, and quickly pressed it, and said anxiously, "Hello, this is Michael Fassbender."

"It's fast enough this time." A teasing voice came from the other end of the phone, which made Michael stand in embarrassment, not knowing how to answer. Fortunately, the other party did not seem to be planning to hear the response, and said directly, "I came to inform you that you have been accepted. Next Monday, I will report to Burbank's Twentieth Century Fox."

"Oh, Jesus Christ! Oh, Jesus Christ!" Michael opened his mouth wide and sighed in disbelief, "I mean, no problem, of course no problem, absolutely no problem! OK, OK, OK... I understand..." Then Michael's voice gradually became vague.

The other party couldn't help but be stunned, hesitated with a "uh" sound, and then said with a laugh and cry, "Are you crying now?"

Michael was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously raised his hand to touch his cheek, then he realized that his cheek was covered with tears. He didn't even notice that the tears broke out directly. The ups and downs of the day were like a roller coaster, which made him really unable to hold on. "Sorry, my fault. I mean, I was indeed crying..." Michael also felt it was ridiculous, but the tears couldn't stop at all. No matter how hard he tried, Michael couldn't help but burst into laughter-the tears slid into his mouth, very embarrassed. "To be honest, before you called, I had decided to give up, but... no, I mean, sorry, please ignore me."

Michael usually doesn't like this at all. He doesn't like to show his emotions easily, and he doesn't like to tell others about his own affairs easily - even if he is his family, today... there are really too many surprises today. Michael is a little incoherent, but after just saying a few words, Michael realized his incompetence and quickly controlled it.

Taking a deep breath, then taking another deep breath, wiping away the tears from his cheeks, Michael finally cheered up again, "Sorry, I mean, who are you?"

The person on the other end of the phone was also stunned by this problem, and then a chuckle came over, "I forgot to introduce myself..." This is an exclamation sentence, "I forgot to introduce myself..." This is a self-deprecating sentence, "This is Lancelot-Stralo, I called you on behalf of the crew of the 'day acquired'."

Lance was also a little amused and wailed with the phone. He had never tried calling an actor before, and made such a stupid mistake the first time. It seems that he should leave such a thing to Albert or Percy in the future.

"Oh..." Michael reacted, but was stunned, "Oh!" and exclaimed in surprise.

"What's wrong? Is there any problem?" Lance could clearly hear the difference between Michael's words.

Michael hesitated for a moment and touched his nose. "I thought I was acting bad that day." He didn't want to say this, but after learning that the other party was Lance, he decided to tell the question, but after he said it, he regretted it. "You won't disqualify me for the performance just because of my doubts, right?"

"At least not today." Lance was amused by Michael. "You are not the role you auditioned for, but another role, but in short, you succeeded. Come here next Monday and you will know the details of the role and then decide whether you are willing to play. Are there any other questions?"

"No, no more." Michael said repeatedly. Although he was very curious now, what role he would get in the end,... he has no room for choice now, right?

"Very good. See you next Monday." After saying that, Lance hung up the phone simply.

Michael looked at his cell phone, pinched his arm hard, and after confirming that all this was not a dream, he held the cell phone tightly, jumped up and shouted loudly, "Good!" The excitement bloomed freely in the sun, as if he had won the whole world.

Perhaps, this will become a new starting point for his acting career. Maybe!

On the other hand, after hanging up the phone, Lance rubbed his temples speechlessly. He originally planned to notify several major actors in person, but now it seems that this is not what he is good at. So Lance simply handed over the work to Albert.

However, before handing over all the work to Albert, Lance had one more thing to do in person.

Arriving at the "Intellectual Coffee" at 1331 Sunset Avenue early, Lance ordered a cup of "Barist Today's Menu", then found a four-person table at the door and sat down. It was only two o'clock in the afternoon, and the coffee house was far from lively, quiet but not without losing its vitality.

Although the environment is very good, Lance still felt a little headache. Chaos Pictures has not yet found a fixed office location, which is really a big problem. Every meeting is troubled by venue problems. After the filming of the "day after tomorrow", the task of finding an office is urgent.

Just as Lance was in deep thought, the wooden warehouse door of the coffee house was pushed open again, and the creaking sound had a distinctive feature of the industrial era. Even without any other sound reminder, it made people understand that a guest was coming. Lance raised his head and saw a man walking in, neatly short, and dressed in a dark gray shirt and black suit pants. Even Harley's sunglasses on his face could not block his handsomeness.

Lance recognized this man at a glance, Daniel Wu (danie1-u, Wu Yan/Zu), the protagonist he met today, and is also one of the important components of the Chinese legion of the "After Day" crew.
Chapter completed!