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Behind The Spotlight
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Behind The Spotlight Chapter 48
The audition ended after a long and exhaustive process. The production team began finalizing their choices based on performance, screen presence, and chemistry. It had been a tiring day of hard work. They had to sit through one performance after another, which left their bones aching from hours of inactivity. The audition wrapped up in the late afternoon.
After some discussion and a brief round of deliberation, they finally reached a consensus they could all agree on.
Led by Director Summerbelt with renewed purpose, they officially selected Lawrence Terrence as Jacky without any further doubt.
For the female lead, they chose Ellie Bridget as Rosey after narrowing the list down to several finalists. Ellie Bridget was a well-known name in the industry. Considered a B-list actress who had starred in a few films and made numerous TV guest appearances. However, she had never landed a leading role despite years of persistence. This would be her first time as the main actress. An opportunity that could completely change her career trajectory.
The production team had initially wanted to cast Jolyne Robs as Rosey due to her greater fame and box office pull, but the actress was currently too busy promoting her latest film and attending international premieres.
"Since we've got our male lead and female lead locked in, how about I recommend Kayla Martin as the supporting actress? She can play Rosey's younger sister. She's a model, but she can clearly act. She's also amazing at sucking coc-- never mind. Besides, her screen time is short, so there's little risk involved," said Producer Harper, not forgetting his earlier arrangement with Kayla Martin.
Although he failed to secure the female lead for Kayla, she still walked away with a meaningful role and a stepping stone. With the cast heading to a tropical island, Harper saw future "transactions" with Kayla under the warm sheets as not just possible, but likely.
"I'm alright with that, as long as she doesn't disrupt the flow," Director Summerbelt replied with a slight nod. He decided to allow the producer to push through one name as a compromise. As long as it didn't affect the integrity of the story, Thomas was willing to yield in small areas.
"Then let's contact them immediately and have them sign the contracts as soon as possible, preferably this week, so we can begin without delays. As for the actors who didn't make it, don't bother calling them. It's a waste of time and resources," Harper declared coldly and without hesitation.
The production team wrapped up their final tasks for the day, sorting files and contacting agents.
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"It's nice to meet you, Mr. East. I'm Balthazar Harper, producer of Passionate Island and longtime partner of Sonya-Collapse Studio."
"Nice to meet you as well."
The producer of Passionate Island and Lawrence's representative shook hands firmly, a standard gesture in high-stakes business negotiations.
Collin sat down on a leather seat across the desk. The meeting took place inside the headquarters of Sonya-Collapse Studio, in one of their glass-walled negotiation rooms. As the project overseer, Balthazar was in charge of finalizing the contracts for the two lead roles.
As expected, the actor didn't attend these types of meetings, it was always the agent who showed up. That was the industry norm. However, Harper was slightly surprised to discover that Lawrence was represented by someone from ANT, one of the top agencies in Hollywood.
"Let's not drag this out longer than it needs to be. Name your price, and let's move on."
Balthazar Harper had no interest in spending more than fifteen minutes on this negotiation. He considered it a waste of time. Lawrence Terrence was just a rising actor with only one successful film to his name. He didn't yet have the box office appeal to demand a high salary.
Collin understood that clearly. If he misplayed his hand, Lawrence could easily be dropped in favor of another actor with a more flexible salary rate.
Prior to this meeting, Collin had asked Lawrence how much he expected to earn from the movie. They discussed it thoroughly.
In fact, Lawrence was currently sitting in a restaurant near the Sonya-Collapse Studio headquarters, nervously waiting by his phone for a call from Collin, sipping his nth cup of coffee.
Lawrence had said he'd be happy to earn $1 million from this movie. That alone would change his life.
Naturally, Collin aimed to secure that amount or more. Not only to improve his client's standing but also because his own income depended on it. He earns a 15% commission on the deal. With confidence, he raised three fingers.
"Three million dollars."
Balthazar laughed out loud like someone who had just heard the punchline of a great joke. It was the funniest thing he had heard in a while.
"Collin, it seems like you don't understand your situation at all. Lawrence wasn't our first or second pick. If we're going to spend that much, we might as well hire Tommy Yatch, a proven box office name. I'll offer Lawrence $500,000. That's already generous for a new actor."
"$2.5 million would be more appropriate. Mr. Harper, I'm confident in my client's acting skills and the value he brings. I believe the reason you chose him is because Lawrence is the perfect fit for the role."
In truth, Lawrence wasn't just perfect, he transcended the role. He didn't just play Jacky, he became something more.
"Collin, you clearly understand your client's strengths, and I respect that, even if I think you're dreaming. One million. That's my final offer."
"Lawrence will elevate the film in ways no one else can. His casting makes the movie stronger from script to screen. $1.7 million, fair compensation, considering the value he brings."
"…Tch. $1.5 million. Don't be greedy. You're just a parasite in a suit leeching off your clients' blood. Agents like you deserve a place in hell, the deepest one."
Balthazar had been through this kind of negotiation countless times. He could probably write a book about it. He knew that talent agents didn't know their place in this industry.
Sure, Lawrence was talented. But he was still new. Asking for $3 million was overkill. That money could be better spent on post-production.
And yet… despite his irritation, Balthazar didn't want to lose Lawrence. His instincts as a seasoned producer were warning him, he would regret letting this actor go.
It was those instincts that had kept him successful over the years. He had a sixth sense for potential.
'If not for Lawrence's recent success in The Accidental Wedding Crashers, this conversation probably wouldn't even be happening,' Balthazar silently admitted with a grudging sigh.
Collin paused, appearing to consider his options. Then he smiled and extended his hand with calm confidence.
"It's nice doing business with you, Mr. Harper. $1.5 million it is. I'll call Lawrence right now so he can come in and sign. As for specific clauses, my client is allergic to corn, so please avoid food-related accidents."
"We'll add that to the terms and handle it on set."
"He must have his own trailer for privacy and proper preparation."
"Of course. We'll also rent an apartment near the shooting location."
With the salary agreement finalized, they shifted focus to other key contractual terms: accommodations, transportation, and dietary requirements.
Overall, Balthazar was content with the $1.5 million figure, even if he didn't get the final say.
The film's budget was $25 million, with a flexible buffer, and spending $1.5 million on the male lead wasn't a bad investment. Especially if it raised the movie's quality.
Half an hour later, after the revised contract was prepared, Lawrence arrived with a lawyer. They reviewed the paperwork carefully, ensuring all terms were legally sound. Once both parties confirmed the final version, they signed the deal. Officially securing Lawrence's first major film role.
With that, Lawrence earned a $1.5 million salary for the film, his biggest payday yet. He would receive $750,000 upfront at the signing, with the remaining $750,000 to be paid upon completion of filming. This structure was designed to encourage consistent performance throughout the filming.
Naturally, Collin would take his 15% per their agreement, reducing Lawrence's initial take-home amount.
The actor didn't mind at all. In fact, he was overwhelmed and deeply impressed. Collin had managed to negotiate a deal that was 50% higher than what he had originally hoped for.
It felt surreal.
The audition ended after a long and exhaustive process. The production team began finalizing their choices based on performance, screen presence, and chemistry. It had been a tiring day of hard work. They had to sit through one performance after another, which left their bones aching from hours of inactivity. The audition wrapped up in the late afternoon.
After some discussion and a brief round of deliberation, they finally reached a consensus they could all agree on.
Led by Director Summerbelt with renewed purpose, they officially selected Lawrence Terrence as Jacky without any further doubt.
For the female lead, they chose Ellie Bridget as Rosey after narrowing the list down to several finalists. Ellie Bridget was a well-known name in the industry. Considered a B-list actress who had starred in a few films and made numerous TV guest appearances. However, she had never landed a leading role despite years of persistence. This would be her first time as the main actress. An opportunity that could completely change her career trajectory.
The production team had initially wanted to cast Jolyne Robs as Rosey due to her greater fame and box office pull, but the actress was currently too busy promoting her latest film and attending international premieres.
"Since we've got our male lead and female lead locked in, how about I recommend Kayla Martin as the supporting actress? She can play Rosey's younger sister. She's a model, but she can clearly act. She's also amazing at sucking coc-- never mind. Besides, her screen time is short, so there's little risk involved," said Producer Harper, not forgetting his earlier arrangement with Kayla Martin.
Although he failed to secure the female lead for Kayla, she still walked away with a meaningful role and a stepping stone. With the cast heading to a tropical island, Harper saw future "transactions" with Kayla under the warm sheets as not just possible, but likely.
"I'm alright with that, as long as she doesn't disrupt the flow," Director Summerbelt replied with a slight nod. He decided to allow the producer to push through one name as a compromise. As long as it didn't affect the integrity of the story, Thomas was willing to yield in small areas.
"Then let's contact them immediately and have them sign the contracts as soon as possible, preferably this week, so we can begin without delays. As for the actors who didn't make it, don't bother calling them. It's a waste of time and resources," Harper declared coldly and without hesitation.
The production team wrapped up their final tasks for the day, sorting files and contacting agents.
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"It's nice to meet you, Mr. East. I'm Balthazar Harper, producer of Passionate Island and longtime partner of Sonya-Collapse Studio."
"Nice to meet you as well."
The producer of Passionate Island and Lawrence's representative shook hands firmly, a standard gesture in high-stakes business negotiations.
Collin sat down on a leather seat across the desk. The meeting took place inside the headquarters of Sonya-Collapse Studio, in one of their glass-walled negotiation rooms. As the project overseer, Balthazar was in charge of finalizing the contracts for the two lead roles.
As expected, the actor didn't attend these types of meetings, it was always the agent who showed up. That was the industry norm. However, Harper was slightly surprised to discover that Lawrence was represented by someone from ANT, one of the top agencies in Hollywood.
"Let's not drag this out longer than it needs to be. Name your price, and let's move on."
Balthazar Harper had no interest in spending more than fifteen minutes on this negotiation. He considered it a waste of time. Lawrence Terrence was just a rising actor with only one successful film to his name. He didn't yet have the box office appeal to demand a high salary.
Collin understood that clearly. If he misplayed his hand, Lawrence could easily be dropped in favor of another actor with a more flexible salary rate.
Prior to this meeting, Collin had asked Lawrence how much he expected to earn from the movie. They discussed it thoroughly.
In fact, Lawrence was currently sitting in a restaurant near the Sonya-Collapse Studio headquarters, nervously waiting by his phone for a call from Collin, sipping his nth cup of coffee.
Lawrence had said he'd be happy to earn $1 million from this movie. That alone would change his life.
Naturally, Collin aimed to secure that amount or more. Not only to improve his client's standing but also because his own income depended on it. He earns a 15% commission on the deal. With confidence, he raised three fingers.
"Three million dollars."
Balthazar laughed out loud like someone who had just heard the punchline of a great joke. It was the funniest thing he had heard in a while.
"Collin, it seems like you don't understand your situation at all. Lawrence wasn't our first or second pick. If we're going to spend that much, we might as well hire Tommy Yatch, a proven box office name. I'll offer Lawrence $500,000. That's already generous for a new actor."
"$2.5 million would be more appropriate. Mr. Harper, I'm confident in my client's acting skills and the value he brings. I believe the reason you chose him is because Lawrence is the perfect fit for the role."
In truth, Lawrence wasn't just perfect, he transcended the role. He didn't just play Jacky, he became something more.
"Collin, you clearly understand your client's strengths, and I respect that, even if I think you're dreaming. One million. That's my final offer."
"Lawrence will elevate the film in ways no one else can. His casting makes the movie stronger from script to screen. $1.7 million, fair compensation, considering the value he brings."
"…Tch. $1.5 million. Don't be greedy. You're just a parasite in a suit leeching off your clients' blood. Agents like you deserve a place in hell, the deepest one."
Balthazar had been through this kind of negotiation countless times. He could probably write a book about it. He knew that talent agents didn't know their place in this industry.
Sure, Lawrence was talented. But he was still new. Asking for $3 million was overkill. That money could be better spent on post-production.
And yet… despite his irritation, Balthazar didn't want to lose Lawrence. His instincts as a seasoned producer were warning him, he would regret letting this actor go.
It was those instincts that had kept him successful over the years. He had a sixth sense for potential.
'If not for Lawrence's recent success in The Accidental Wedding Crashers, this conversation probably wouldn't even be happening,' Balthazar silently admitted with a grudging sigh.
Collin paused, appearing to consider his options. Then he smiled and extended his hand with calm confidence.
"It's nice doing business with you, Mr. Harper. $1.5 million it is. I'll call Lawrence right now so he can come in and sign. As for specific clauses, my client is allergic to corn, so please avoid food-related accidents."
"We'll add that to the terms and handle it on set."
"He must have his own trailer for privacy and proper preparation."
"Of course. We'll also rent an apartment near the shooting location."
With the salary agreement finalized, they shifted focus to other key contractual terms: accommodations, transportation, and dietary requirements.
Overall, Balthazar was content with the $1.5 million figure, even if he didn't get the final say.
The film's budget was $25 million, with a flexible buffer, and spending $1.5 million on the male lead wasn't a bad investment. Especially if it raised the movie's quality.
Half an hour later, after the revised contract was prepared, Lawrence arrived with a lawyer. They reviewed the paperwork carefully, ensuring all terms were legally sound. Once both parties confirmed the final version, they signed the deal. Officially securing Lawrence's first major film role.
With that, Lawrence earned a $1.5 million salary for the film, his biggest payday yet. He would receive $750,000 upfront at the signing, with the remaining $750,000 to be paid upon completion of filming. This structure was designed to encourage consistent performance throughout the filming.
Naturally, Collin would take his 15% per their agreement, reducing Lawrence's initial take-home amount.
The actor didn't mind at all. In fact, he was overwhelmed and deeply impressed. Collin had managed to negotiate a deal that was 50% higher than what he had originally hoped for.
It felt surreal.
Chapter 49
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Behind The Spotlight Chapter 49
Lawrence was officially cast in the romance movie Passionate Island after a nerve-wracking audition and an emotionally charged performance.
His salary was $1.5 million, a number that still didn't feel real to him. However, he only received half of that amount upfront, as part of the standard payment structure for a new actor like him, who lacked strong industry credibility.
The remaining half would be paid upon completion of his work and after filming wrapped up. This clause was added to ensure that Lawrence wouldn't abandon the project midway or vanish during production.
Furthermore, if Lawrence seriously violated the contract, such as missing scheduled shoots without valid reasons or causing major conflicts on set, he could forfeit the remaining balance entirely. He might even be fired from the project, though that kind of action was typically reserved for extreme situations where no other choice remained.
Lawrence and Collin stepped out of the Sonya-Collapse building with light steps and lifted spirits. They were in a good mood, and for good reason. They had just secured a career-defining deal.
Just a few months ago, neither of them could land big projects or earn real money like most top-tier talents in the industry.
But everything changed when The Accidental Wedding Crashers was released and became a hit. Suddenly, they weren't nobodies anymore.
As they headed to the parking lot under the blazing sun, Lawrence glanced at Collin with admiration. At that moment, he fully realized just how good a decision it had been to sign with him. He chuckled at the memory of how he initially thought Collin only wanted to sign him to use him for shady deals. Specifically, to seduce wealthy old hags as a boy toy in superficial business arrangements.
"Collin, thank you for helping me through everything. You've changed my life more than you probably know. I mean it. If it weren't for you, I'd probably still be flipping pizzas at my old job. Thank you for believing in me when no one else did."
"You don't have to thank me so dramatically. I'm just doing my job like any decent agent would," Collin waved off the praise nonchalantly and entered the car as though compliments didn't affect him.
He was still driving the same bumpy, smoke-belching car that looked and sounded like it could explode at any second. He had been meaning to buy a better one, but his hectic schedule hadn't allowed it.
Lately, he'd been swamped with meetings and press events, especially while collaborating with Uni-Versus Pictures to promote The Accidental Wedding Crashers in multiple cities.
He would've settled for a second-hand upgrade, anything that wasn't embarrassing to drive. A car that didn't spew black smoke like an industrial chimney.
"Also, you and Axel will attend a show tomorrow to promote the movie. I already confirmed your schedule. Don't forget."
"Of course," Lawrence replied without hesitation. He'd signed a contract requiring him to promote The Accidental Wedding Crashers, and he was being paid for it too. Promotion was included in Uni-Versus' PR budget.
"You just need to trust me a little more. I recognized your talent the moment I saw you. You've got to start believing in yourself the way I believe in you. We're not small players anymore, we're climbing up. So how about we swing by the bank and settle my commission? Don't think I forgot that easily."
"Let's go," Lawrence said with a bright laugh. He had no intention of cheating his agent or withholding his dues. That was the last thing he'd do. Especially to someone who had believed in him and helped him secure such a big payday.
Fifteen percent of $1.5 million amounted to $225,000. After deducting ANT's agency fee of $67,000, Collin earned a clean $158,000 in commission.
It was a great day, perhaps the best in his career so far. Collin had just made a six-figure income from a single business deal, and without even breaking a sweat. He could clearly see the road ahead to success. He smirked in satisfaction.
Even if he wanted to, Collin couldn't hide the $1.5 million deal from ANT. He was required to report the full transaction and wire the $67,000 owed to the company immediately.
There had been instances of agents vanishing after pocketing large commissions, disappearing without a trace. But those agents were swiftly blacklisted in Hollywood permanently.
Worse still, ANT was notorious for its top-tier search team. Rumor had it they hired ex-detectives or intelligence officers. They could track down rogue agents and bring them to justice with legal force. Some agents even went to jail after being found and tried in court.
Collin also heard that ANT was trying to tighten this aspect of business even further. They wanted talent fees to go through the agency first, with agents being paid only after reports and performance evaluations. But this system hadn't been implemented yet, facing resistance from long-term agents who valued their independence.
So, under the current setup, Collin and Lawrence had to process the transaction the old-fashioned way.
They arrived at the bank under the scorching heat and completed the process with smooth paperwork. Collin received his share with a grin on his face, then immediately wired ANT's share to their official bank account. He confirmed the transfer by contacting the company's accounting office through his phone.
Afterward, Collin and Lawrence went their separate ways with casual waves. They each had their own lives and responsibilities to attend to.
Lawrence wasn't bitter that his $750,000 payout had dropped to $525,000 after deductions. He owed Collin far too much to complain. The fact that Collin had signed a nobody like him still meant the world to Lawrence and he never forgot it.
Under the shade of a nearby tree, Lawrence smiled as he stared at his passbook. Money, fame, and art. Those were the three pillars that drove him. They were the biggest reasons he pursued this career despite all its hardships. And now, he had proof that dreams were achievable through talent and perseverance.
This first $1.5 million salary would forever remain in his memory as the symbol of his turning point. His heart pounded like a drum in his chest.
He spotted a phone booth on the street corner and used it to call his parents back home. They had been hesitant about his career choice at first, but they had supported him quietly in their own way. Lawrence gently wiped his tears with his sleeve, realizing only then that he was crying. Tears fell onto his T-shirt like soft raindrops.
"Hehe, I'm getting emotional like an idiot."
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Elsewhere in the city, Collin was driving monotonously with one hand on the wheel. He glanced at the broken radio in his car, almost wishing it would magically start working.
It didn't.
He then looked at the rearview mirror and saw the thick black smoke trailing from his car like a moving pollution machine.
"…No wonder the guards at the apartment complex look at me like I'm some kind of criminal," he muttered under his breath.
Still, he had closed a great deal today, reason enough to celebrate. There was no excuse now to keep driving a car that looked and sounded like a dying steam engine.
'Maybe buying a brand-new car is better than getting a second-hand one. A Toyuta or Hunda will do, something cheap to maintain, but long-lasting and smoke-free.'
He decided he would reward himself as soon as his schedule cleared up a bit. He was still the producer of The Accidental Wedding Crashers, and that job wasn't over yet.
"Hey, you fucking bastard! Your car's gonna cause lung cancer! Take that thing to a scrapyard!"
Collin heard a voice full of fury and looked out his window. A homeless man was shouting at him from the side of the road while his car chugged along, belching black smoke like a malfunctioning industrial engine.
"..."
Collin cringed so hard that his face twitched.
While driving, he noticed a car dealership just a block ahead. Without a second thought, he pulled over.
His decision was firm and irreversible now. This old, embarrassing car was ruining his image as a professional talent agent.
That day, Collin finally rewarded himself with a new vehicle. He bought a Toyuta Corulla for $10,000 after a brief chat with the dealer.
He cherished that car ever since.
Lawrence was officially cast in the romance movie Passionate Island after a nerve-wracking audition and an emotionally charged performance.
His salary was $1.5 million, a number that still didn't feel real to him. However, he only received half of that amount upfront, as part of the standard payment structure for a new actor like him, who lacked strong industry credibility.
The remaining half would be paid upon completion of his work and after filming wrapped up. This clause was added to ensure that Lawrence wouldn't abandon the project midway or vanish during production.
Furthermore, if Lawrence seriously violated the contract, such as missing scheduled shoots without valid reasons or causing major conflicts on set, he could forfeit the remaining balance entirely. He might even be fired from the project, though that kind of action was typically reserved for extreme situations where no other choice remained.
Lawrence and Collin stepped out of the Sonya-Collapse building with light steps and lifted spirits. They were in a good mood, and for good reason. They had just secured a career-defining deal.
Just a few months ago, neither of them could land big projects or earn real money like most top-tier talents in the industry.
But everything changed when The Accidental Wedding Crashers was released and became a hit. Suddenly, they weren't nobodies anymore.
As they headed to the parking lot under the blazing sun, Lawrence glanced at Collin with admiration. At that moment, he fully realized just how good a decision it had been to sign with him. He chuckled at the memory of how he initially thought Collin only wanted to sign him to use him for shady deals. Specifically, to seduce wealthy old hags as a boy toy in superficial business arrangements.
"Collin, thank you for helping me through everything. You've changed my life more than you probably know. I mean it. If it weren't for you, I'd probably still be flipping pizzas at my old job. Thank you for believing in me when no one else did."
"You don't have to thank me so dramatically. I'm just doing my job like any decent agent would," Collin waved off the praise nonchalantly and entered the car as though compliments didn't affect him.
He was still driving the same bumpy, smoke-belching car that looked and sounded like it could explode at any second. He had been meaning to buy a better one, but his hectic schedule hadn't allowed it.
Lately, he'd been swamped with meetings and press events, especially while collaborating with Uni-Versus Pictures to promote The Accidental Wedding Crashers in multiple cities.
He would've settled for a second-hand upgrade, anything that wasn't embarrassing to drive. A car that didn't spew black smoke like an industrial chimney.
"Also, you and Axel will attend a show tomorrow to promote the movie. I already confirmed your schedule. Don't forget."
"Of course," Lawrence replied without hesitation. He'd signed a contract requiring him to promote The Accidental Wedding Crashers, and he was being paid for it too. Promotion was included in Uni-Versus' PR budget.
"You just need to trust me a little more. I recognized your talent the moment I saw you. You've got to start believing in yourself the way I believe in you. We're not small players anymore, we're climbing up. So how about we swing by the bank and settle my commission? Don't think I forgot that easily."
"Let's go," Lawrence said with a bright laugh. He had no intention of cheating his agent or withholding his dues. That was the last thing he'd do. Especially to someone who had believed in him and helped him secure such a big payday.
Fifteen percent of $1.5 million amounted to $225,000. After deducting ANT's agency fee of $67,000, Collin earned a clean $158,000 in commission.
It was a great day, perhaps the best in his career so far. Collin had just made a six-figure income from a single business deal, and without even breaking a sweat. He could clearly see the road ahead to success. He smirked in satisfaction.
Even if he wanted to, Collin couldn't hide the $1.5 million deal from ANT. He was required to report the full transaction and wire the $67,000 owed to the company immediately.
There had been instances of agents vanishing after pocketing large commissions, disappearing without a trace. But those agents were swiftly blacklisted in Hollywood permanently.
Worse still, ANT was notorious for its top-tier search team. Rumor had it they hired ex-detectives or intelligence officers. They could track down rogue agents and bring them to justice with legal force. Some agents even went to jail after being found and tried in court.
Collin also heard that ANT was trying to tighten this aspect of business even further. They wanted talent fees to go through the agency first, with agents being paid only after reports and performance evaluations. But this system hadn't been implemented yet, facing resistance from long-term agents who valued their independence.
So, under the current setup, Collin and Lawrence had to process the transaction the old-fashioned way.
They arrived at the bank under the scorching heat and completed the process with smooth paperwork. Collin received his share with a grin on his face, then immediately wired ANT's share to their official bank account. He confirmed the transfer by contacting the company's accounting office through his phone.
Afterward, Collin and Lawrence went their separate ways with casual waves. They each had their own lives and responsibilities to attend to.
Lawrence wasn't bitter that his $750,000 payout had dropped to $525,000 after deductions. He owed Collin far too much to complain. The fact that Collin had signed a nobody like him still meant the world to Lawrence and he never forgot it.
Under the shade of a nearby tree, Lawrence smiled as he stared at his passbook. Money, fame, and art. Those were the three pillars that drove him. They were the biggest reasons he pursued this career despite all its hardships. And now, he had proof that dreams were achievable through talent and perseverance.
This first $1.5 million salary would forever remain in his memory as the symbol of his turning point. His heart pounded like a drum in his chest.
He spotted a phone booth on the street corner and used it to call his parents back home. They had been hesitant about his career choice at first, but they had supported him quietly in their own way. Lawrence gently wiped his tears with his sleeve, realizing only then that he was crying. Tears fell onto his T-shirt like soft raindrops.
"Hehe, I'm getting emotional like an idiot."
.........
......
...
Elsewhere in the city, Collin was driving monotonously with one hand on the wheel. He glanced at the broken radio in his car, almost wishing it would magically start working.
It didn't.
He then looked at the rearview mirror and saw the thick black smoke trailing from his car like a moving pollution machine.
"…No wonder the guards at the apartment complex look at me like I'm some kind of criminal," he muttered under his breath.
Still, he had closed a great deal today, reason enough to celebrate. There was no excuse now to keep driving a car that looked and sounded like a dying steam engine.
'Maybe buying a brand-new car is better than getting a second-hand one. A Toyuta or Hunda will do, something cheap to maintain, but long-lasting and smoke-free.'
He decided he would reward himself as soon as his schedule cleared up a bit. He was still the producer of The Accidental Wedding Crashers, and that job wasn't over yet.
"Hey, you fucking bastard! Your car's gonna cause lung cancer! Take that thing to a scrapyard!"
Collin heard a voice full of fury and looked out his window. A homeless man was shouting at him from the side of the road while his car chugged along, belching black smoke like a malfunctioning industrial engine.
"..."
Collin cringed so hard that his face twitched.
While driving, he noticed a car dealership just a block ahead. Without a second thought, he pulled over.
His decision was firm and irreversible now. This old, embarrassing car was ruining his image as a professional talent agent.
That day, Collin finally rewarded himself with a new vehicle. He bought a Toyuta Corulla for $10,000 after a brief chat with the dealer.
He cherished that car ever since.
Chapter 50
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Behind The Spotlight Chapter 50
December 4, 1995.
It had been seven weeks since the premiere of The Accidental Wedding Crashers took the box office by storm. The movie grossed over $147 million at the North American box office after 45 days of screening. An undeniable achievement for such an unexpected hit.
The number of theaters screening the movie had dropped to 1,700 from its initial wide release of more than 2,100 screens. However, the situation was different in other countries, where the hype was only just beginning.
Uni-Versus Pictures had a worldwide distribution network that few could rival. This allowed them to send their movies to international markets efficiently and with greater reach.
Once domestic theater counts began declining, Uni-Versus kicked into global gear. They began shipping the 4-foot-long film reels, carefully packed and labeled, to foreign countries to continue the film's momentum abroad.
Their first targets were English-speaking countries like the UK, Australia, and others where Western comedy typically performed well.
In 1995, technology was still behind the future digital age. Movies were distributed via bulky physical reels rather than lightweight digital transfers, making global distribution logistically challenging and demanding.
This was why only a select few studios had the resources and experience to distribute movies worldwide smoothly. It took at least a decade of effort and infrastructure to build a distribution chain that truly worked across borders.
At that time, only the Big Six and a few selected B-list studios with extensive international ties could manage such feats without much friction.
So, while The Accidental Wedding Crashers was winding down in North America and being overshadowed by newer releases, it was only just launching overseas. Anticipation in foreign countries was high, and international box office results would take longer to report due to slower systems abroad.
"Congratulations. I guess your decision to greenlight the movie paid off after all."
Henry Greyson raised his glass and clinked it gently against Collin's, the soft chime ringing through the festive air.
Tonight was the celebration party for The Accidental Wedding Crashers. Collin had asked Henry if he knew of a good venue to rent, and naturally, he invited Henry along with many others involved in the project to join the event.
The venue was an open area illuminated by gentle garden lights. A soft hymn of violins filled the air, with musicians performing peaceful, elegant tunes to match the occasion. Long tables were adorned with drinks and delicacies carefully curated to impress the guests.
Collin ensured every detail was handled, from food service to music cues. As the producer, he wanted the celebration to be meaningful. While he was getting tired of the position, he understood the importance of this event. To make things smoother, he'd hired a professional party manager to take care of the arrangements so he could enjoy the night.
A successful movie deserved a celebration worthy of its triumph. The Accidental Wedding Crashers had become a breakout hit that surprised critics and audiences alike. Out of the thousands of movies released in 1995, only six grossed over $100 million at the North American box office.
That made this film a certified box office hit and a standout success of 1995.
It was a big W.
A major win for everyone involved.
And now, they had gathered to celebrate the size of the W with laughter, wine, and good company.
Perhaps only a few people would understand that reference.
Collin looked around and saw the cast enjoying themselves in a moment of pure joy. Some had already downed a few glasses of alcohol, their cheeks flushed and collars loosened as they talked louder than usual.
Uni-Versus also participated in the event as a sign of goodwill and a marketing opportunity. The studio even invited some celebrities to liven up the atmosphere. Each guest had their own reason for attending. Some wanted to network with the rising stars, while others were simply looking for a fun night out.
However, something obvious stood out in the mingling crowd. Wyatt was attracting attention like a magnet, surrounded by people who were drawn to the director behind the surprise box office hit.
"If you'd asked me months ago if Wyatt would make it in this industry, I'd have said no," Henry admitted, swirling the wine in his glass. "He was too inexperienced. Still looks like a kid with those chubby cheeks. But now? I don't even know what to believe anymore. His success is undeniable."
Henry's face was flushed, likely from the wine. His tone was loose, his words coming out without filters.
Collin nodded slowly. If not for his golden vision, he wouldn't have backed Wyatt's directorial debut so confidently.
"Just like I said before, Collin… you really know how to pick the right people."
Collin laughed genuinely, touched by the sincerity in Henry's voice. It was real praise, rare and meaningful, and it made him feel unexpectedly emotional.
"Thank you, Henry."
Henry Greyson was the producer who had previously overseen Director Esteban's project earlier that year. He was also the friend who helped Collin get Wyatt on that project. Collin had never forgotten that favor.
Director Esteban's film had been a drama with mature themes, released before The Accidental Wedding Crashers. Its modest $12 million budget returned a respectable $83 million in the domestic box office.
Though successful, the studio felt the film's niche subject matter didn't warrant international distribution. As a result, its profits remained limited despite its strong reception.
Collin knew that Wyatt's opportunity on Esteban's set had helped him gain the experience he needed before leading his own project.
"How's Director Esteban doing these days?" Collin asked casually, giving his wine glass a gentle swirl as they settled into chairs near the edge of the party.
Around them, the celebration was reaching a peak. Music and laughter mixed with the scent of perfume and alcohol. More guests were getting tipsy, the mood turning chaotic but joyous. Collin even caught a faint whiff of weed lingering in the air.
"He's doing great," Henry replied, hiccupping with a smile. "The movie wrapped on a high note. He's taking a break, no plans for a new project this year. He wants to relax for a bit."
"That's good to hear. Then maybe you've got some free time to take on another project, if you're interested. I'm looking for someone I can fully trust."
"Huh? What do you mean?" Henry frowned, squinting slightly. Despite his buzz, Collin's words cut through the haze.
"Wyatt's ready to start a new project. I'm looking for a producer who can help him pitch it to a studio. Interested?" Collin asked with a smile, a spark flickering in his eyes.
"..." Henry paused. His eyes sharpened, a sober glint flashing through them. He turned to look at Wyatt, who was still surrounded by admirers like the true star of the night.
"When we started The Accidental Wedding Crashers, I approached so many producers and asked if they'd manage the project or give Wyatt a chance," Collin said, a sudden laugh breaking through his voice. "Every single one of them turned me down without hesitation. Not even a second thought."
He leaned back and chuckled, almost bitterly.
"Now? They've been asking me about Wyatt's next project like nothing ever happened. Acting like they've supported him all along. They want to be his producer now, trying to ride his wave."
He grinned, his expression laced with contempt.
Those bastards were shameless. Spineless. It was laughable.
Collin turned to Henry, his green eyes glowing slightly in the soft light. He wasn't even looking directly at him, his gaze hovered just above his head, as though he was seeing something invisible, something only he could perceive.
"Collin..."
In that moment, Henry realized something. Collin had changed. He was no longer a desperate agent scrambling for work. There was a new confidence in him. An unshakable presence that only came with success.
Henry swallowed hard, trying to ease the sudden dryness in his throat. It was probably the alcohol… or maybe it was something else entirely.
December 4, 1995.
It had been seven weeks since the premiere of The Accidental Wedding Crashers took the box office by storm. The movie grossed over $147 million at the North American box office after 45 days of screening. An undeniable achievement for such an unexpected hit.
The number of theaters screening the movie had dropped to 1,700 from its initial wide release of more than 2,100 screens. However, the situation was different in other countries, where the hype was only just beginning.
Uni-Versus Pictures had a worldwide distribution network that few could rival. This allowed them to send their movies to international markets efficiently and with greater reach.
Once domestic theater counts began declining, Uni-Versus kicked into global gear. They began shipping the 4-foot-long film reels, carefully packed and labeled, to foreign countries to continue the film's momentum abroad.
Their first targets were English-speaking countries like the UK, Australia, and others where Western comedy typically performed well.
In 1995, technology was still behind the future digital age. Movies were distributed via bulky physical reels rather than lightweight digital transfers, making global distribution logistically challenging and demanding.
This was why only a select few studios had the resources and experience to distribute movies worldwide smoothly. It took at least a decade of effort and infrastructure to build a distribution chain that truly worked across borders.
At that time, only the Big Six and a few selected B-list studios with extensive international ties could manage such feats without much friction.
So, while The Accidental Wedding Crashers was winding down in North America and being overshadowed by newer releases, it was only just launching overseas. Anticipation in foreign countries was high, and international box office results would take longer to report due to slower systems abroad.
"Congratulations. I guess your decision to greenlight the movie paid off after all."
Henry Greyson raised his glass and clinked it gently against Collin's, the soft chime ringing through the festive air.
Tonight was the celebration party for The Accidental Wedding Crashers. Collin had asked Henry if he knew of a good venue to rent, and naturally, he invited Henry along with many others involved in the project to join the event.
The venue was an open area illuminated by gentle garden lights. A soft hymn of violins filled the air, with musicians performing peaceful, elegant tunes to match the occasion. Long tables were adorned with drinks and delicacies carefully curated to impress the guests.
Collin ensured every detail was handled, from food service to music cues. As the producer, he wanted the celebration to be meaningful. While he was getting tired of the position, he understood the importance of this event. To make things smoother, he'd hired a professional party manager to take care of the arrangements so he could enjoy the night.
A successful movie deserved a celebration worthy of its triumph. The Accidental Wedding Crashers had become a breakout hit that surprised critics and audiences alike. Out of the thousands of movies released in 1995, only six grossed over $100 million at the North American box office.
That made this film a certified box office hit and a standout success of 1995.
It was a big W.
A major win for everyone involved.
And now, they had gathered to celebrate the size of the W with laughter, wine, and good company.
Perhaps only a few people would understand that reference.
Collin looked around and saw the cast enjoying themselves in a moment of pure joy. Some had already downed a few glasses of alcohol, their cheeks flushed and collars loosened as they talked louder than usual.
Uni-Versus also participated in the event as a sign of goodwill and a marketing opportunity. The studio even invited some celebrities to liven up the atmosphere. Each guest had their own reason for attending. Some wanted to network with the rising stars, while others were simply looking for a fun night out.
However, something obvious stood out in the mingling crowd. Wyatt was attracting attention like a magnet, surrounded by people who were drawn to the director behind the surprise box office hit.
"If you'd asked me months ago if Wyatt would make it in this industry, I'd have said no," Henry admitted, swirling the wine in his glass. "He was too inexperienced. Still looks like a kid with those chubby cheeks. But now? I don't even know what to believe anymore. His success is undeniable."
Henry's face was flushed, likely from the wine. His tone was loose, his words coming out without filters.
Collin nodded slowly. If not for his golden vision, he wouldn't have backed Wyatt's directorial debut so confidently.
"Just like I said before, Collin… you really know how to pick the right people."
Collin laughed genuinely, touched by the sincerity in Henry's voice. It was real praise, rare and meaningful, and it made him feel unexpectedly emotional.
"Thank you, Henry."
Henry Greyson was the producer who had previously overseen Director Esteban's project earlier that year. He was also the friend who helped Collin get Wyatt on that project. Collin had never forgotten that favor.
Director Esteban's film had been a drama with mature themes, released before The Accidental Wedding Crashers. Its modest $12 million budget returned a respectable $83 million in the domestic box office.
Though successful, the studio felt the film's niche subject matter didn't warrant international distribution. As a result, its profits remained limited despite its strong reception.
Collin knew that Wyatt's opportunity on Esteban's set had helped him gain the experience he needed before leading his own project.
"How's Director Esteban doing these days?" Collin asked casually, giving his wine glass a gentle swirl as they settled into chairs near the edge of the party.
Around them, the celebration was reaching a peak. Music and laughter mixed with the scent of perfume and alcohol. More guests were getting tipsy, the mood turning chaotic but joyous. Collin even caught a faint whiff of weed lingering in the air.
"He's doing great," Henry replied, hiccupping with a smile. "The movie wrapped on a high note. He's taking a break, no plans for a new project this year. He wants to relax for a bit."
"That's good to hear. Then maybe you've got some free time to take on another project, if you're interested. I'm looking for someone I can fully trust."
"Huh? What do you mean?" Henry frowned, squinting slightly. Despite his buzz, Collin's words cut through the haze.
"Wyatt's ready to start a new project. I'm looking for a producer who can help him pitch it to a studio. Interested?" Collin asked with a smile, a spark flickering in his eyes.
"..." Henry paused. His eyes sharpened, a sober glint flashing through them. He turned to look at Wyatt, who was still surrounded by admirers like the true star of the night.
"When we started The Accidental Wedding Crashers, I approached so many producers and asked if they'd manage the project or give Wyatt a chance," Collin said, a sudden laugh breaking through his voice. "Every single one of them turned me down without hesitation. Not even a second thought."
He leaned back and chuckled, almost bitterly.
"Now? They've been asking me about Wyatt's next project like nothing ever happened. Acting like they've supported him all along. They want to be his producer now, trying to ride his wave."
He grinned, his expression laced with contempt.
Those bastards were shameless. Spineless. It was laughable.
Collin turned to Henry, his green eyes glowing slightly in the soft light. He wasn't even looking directly at him, his gaze hovered just above his head, as though he was seeing something invisible, something only he could perceive.
"Collin..."
In that moment, Henry realized something. Collin had changed. He was no longer a desperate agent scrambling for work. There was a new confidence in him. An unshakable presence that only came with success.
Henry swallowed hard, trying to ease the sudden dryness in his throat. It was probably the alcohol… or maybe it was something else entirely.
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--Henry Greyson
--Crisis Management (White)
Collin had been using his superpower for more than ten months since it first mysteriously awakened. He had gradually learned how it worked and how to activate it, at least, he believed so.
If a person did something related to their talent, whether consciously or subconsciously, words would form above their head like a glowing label that only Collin could see.
Aside from that, if Collin initiated a conversation with someone and the topic involved the person's talent, words would also appear above their head, even if they weren't actively demonstrating their skill at that moment. He had only recently discovered this through trial and error and was still unsure of the exact mechanics, as the power didn't come with an instruction manual.
This explained why, when he and Wyatt discussed comedy scripts, Wyatt's two golden talents shone brightly almost as if basking in divine light.
Collin had also used this method when interviewing members of the production crew for The Accidental Wedding Crashers. These professionals didn't have the opportunity to showcase their talent in action, yet Collin still saw the glowing words hovering above them like nameplates, revealing their hidden potential. He hired the useful ones.
Now, he was using the same trick to determine Henry Greyson's talent while carefully steering their conversation.
'A white talent related to crisis management, not bad at all.' Collin quietly nodded to himself.
That explained how Henry had swiftly resolved the issue with the casting director who assaulted an actress, all without sparking a public scandal.
Collin had experienced firsthand the stress and complexity of being a producer, and he had no intention of taking on that role again. It was too mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausting. Collin had already found his own way to earn a good living through talent representation and industry deals. Producing movies, with its delayed payoffs and high stakes, just didn't appeal to him at all.
His current methods were more direct and yielded faster returns. While commissions might be smaller than profit shares, they came quicker and didn't involve the nerve-wracking uncertainty of a movie's performance. Films could take years to pay off and sometimes flopped without warning.
"I heard you helped Wyatt as a producer and that you have a share in the profits. The Accidental Wedding Crashers grossed over $140 million, your share must be worth millions. Are you sure you don't want to keep producing movies?" Henry asked, half-curious, half-amused.
"Nah. I don't want to deal with that kind of load again. The work is too much, and I like breathing freely."
"Then why me?" Henry asked, still puzzled.
"Because we're friends, and I value loyalty. I can entrust Wyatt to you without worrying about betrayal or incompetence. Unlike the other producers, who are just greedy, you're one of the few I know with a conscience and a working moral compass. Wyatt needs someone who can manage a project without stabbing him in the back. He's still new in this industry, and you're a veteran. You have better connections to investors and distribution studios, resources that can elevate his next film. If you choose to work with Wyatt, you won't regret it. I promise you that."
"Wow, you're that confident in Wyatt?" Henry chuckled and took a gulp of his drink, slightly overwhelmed by Collin's unwavering faith. Truthfully, the only reason he'd even come to the party was because Collin invited him and because he didn't have any current projects.
"Of course. He's my client, and I believe in his talent completely. I wouldn't have signed him if I didn't believe in him from the very beginning."
"Fair enough," Henry muttered, now genuinely considering the offer.
He weighed the proposal seriously. His standard pay ranged from $500,000 to $1 million per project, depending on the film's scale. On top of that, he had a profit-sharing clause tied to the box office, though it was determined by the investors, who held real control.
If a movie didn't gross at least $50 million, Henry only received his base salary. But if the box office crossed that benchmark, he earned a 3% cut of the profits as a reward for success. It wasn't much, considering he was just a B-list producer in an industry obsessed with A-listers.
Yes, even producers had tiers, just like actors, agents, and directors. Henry primarily worked on small to mid-budget films where both risks and rewards were moderate.
As for copyrights, he had no stake unless specifically outlined in a separate legal agreement with investors.
"You think Wyatt's going to be a superstar director?"
"I believe in him with everything I've got," Collin repeated firmly, his voice resolute.
"Well… let's see where this takes us. I've got no projects lined up at the moment, so I might as well take the opportunity before someone else does."
Henry extended his hand with a smile. Collin grinned as the two shook hands in mutual understanding. Tonight's party had become a success just from securing this new partnership.
Collin didn't want Wyatt to be tainted by Hollywood's dark side, at least, not yet, while he still had some innocence left. A strict and principled person like Henry was the perfect guardian for that goal.
Henry was also clearly better than the producers Collin had approached a few months ago when nobody gave Wyatt a chance. The only reason he'd even spoken to those people was because they had open schedules and the project needed someone to manage, not because they were the best choices.
'Their rejections helped me make money, though, so I guess I should thank them too.'
Collin and Henry clinked their glasses again as they soaked in the party's buzz, full of success and potential.
The celebration continued late into the night, with laughter echoing and most guests already gone, off to nurse their hangovers. Collin had successfully expanded his network after conversing with executives from multiple studios and agents who now recognized his name. He'd even handed out business cards to several attending directors, including a few notable ones who showed interest.
Axel and Wyatt had both left long before midnight. Collin had seen Wyatt sneaking away with a young actress, the two giggling as they vanished together, never to return, that suggested something.
Axel, meanwhile, had a gloomier expression and gave Collin a weak, half-hearted smile before saying his goodbyes.
Henry had also left.
Only Lawrence and Jennifer remained from the original group. Jennifer looked completely sober despite drinking all night, alcohol didn't seem to affect her. Collin already knew she had an absurdly high tolerance.
As for Lawrence… well, the actor was wobbling across the street like a baby learning to walk.
"Collin, you might want to call a taxi for Lawrence before he faceplants into a fire hydrant. He lives near this building, but he probably can't walk straight without zigzagging into traffic. He might get into an accident or worse. You don't want your promising client to get his brain matter splattered everywhere while his intestines and organs are—"
"Okay, hit the brakes, Jennifer. You might want to control your mouth before someone throws a drink at you."
"Shut your bitch ass up and let me say what I want. You, a depressed agent with a failed romantic relationship."
"Okay, fine, I give up. I'll talk to Lawrence. I know his address, and it's not far. If it weren't in the opposite direction from my place, I'd drive him home myself. Still, taking care of a drunk person is such a hassle."
Collin walked over to Lawrence, who was mumbling something nonsensical and emotionally loaded. The actor was leaning against the wall of a closed storefront.
"Hehe… what do you think, Uncle? You said I'd never succeed as an actor, well, look at me now! Say it to my face again! Instead of judging me, why don't you educate your daughter who had eight kids with different men!"
…Damn.
Collin blinked. Apparently, Lawrence's female cousin had her own chaotic drama. What a juicy drop of backstory from a drunken rant.
"Hey, Lawrence, just stay there. Please don't move. I'm calling a taxi to take you home before you try to fly."
"Hm? Apartment? Ah, yes yes! I can drive. I bought a brand new car, and I want to drive it! Broom! Broom!" he exclaimed, mimicking a steering wheel with dramatic flair.
"No, that's not safe—"
Collin's words were cut short when Jennifer suddenly appeared between them like a thundercloud. She glared coldly at Lawrence's drunken state, looking like she was about to pass judgment with zero mercy.
--Henry Greyson
--Crisis Management (White)
Collin had been using his superpower for more than ten months since it first mysteriously awakened. He had gradually learned how it worked and how to activate it, at least, he believed so.
If a person did something related to their talent, whether consciously or subconsciously, words would form above their head like a glowing label that only Collin could see.
Aside from that, if Collin initiated a conversation with someone and the topic involved the person's talent, words would also appear above their head, even if they weren't actively demonstrating their skill at that moment. He had only recently discovered this through trial and error and was still unsure of the exact mechanics, as the power didn't come with an instruction manual.
This explained why, when he and Wyatt discussed comedy scripts, Wyatt's two golden talents shone brightly almost as if basking in divine light.
Collin had also used this method when interviewing members of the production crew for The Accidental Wedding Crashers. These professionals didn't have the opportunity to showcase their talent in action, yet Collin still saw the glowing words hovering above them like nameplates, revealing their hidden potential. He hired the useful ones.
Now, he was using the same trick to determine Henry Greyson's talent while carefully steering their conversation.
'A white talent related to crisis management, not bad at all.' Collin quietly nodded to himself.
That explained how Henry had swiftly resolved the issue with the casting director who assaulted an actress, all without sparking a public scandal.
Collin had experienced firsthand the stress and complexity of being a producer, and he had no intention of taking on that role again. It was too mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausting. Collin had already found his own way to earn a good living through talent representation and industry deals. Producing movies, with its delayed payoffs and high stakes, just didn't appeal to him at all.
His current methods were more direct and yielded faster returns. While commissions might be smaller than profit shares, they came quicker and didn't involve the nerve-wracking uncertainty of a movie's performance. Films could take years to pay off and sometimes flopped without warning.
"I heard you helped Wyatt as a producer and that you have a share in the profits. The Accidental Wedding Crashers grossed over $140 million, your share must be worth millions. Are you sure you don't want to keep producing movies?" Henry asked, half-curious, half-amused.
"Nah. I don't want to deal with that kind of load again. The work is too much, and I like breathing freely."
"Then why me?" Henry asked, still puzzled.
"Because we're friends, and I value loyalty. I can entrust Wyatt to you without worrying about betrayal or incompetence. Unlike the other producers, who are just greedy, you're one of the few I know with a conscience and a working moral compass. Wyatt needs someone who can manage a project without stabbing him in the back. He's still new in this industry, and you're a veteran. You have better connections to investors and distribution studios, resources that can elevate his next film. If you choose to work with Wyatt, you won't regret it. I promise you that."
"Wow, you're that confident in Wyatt?" Henry chuckled and took a gulp of his drink, slightly overwhelmed by Collin's unwavering faith. Truthfully, the only reason he'd even come to the party was because Collin invited him and because he didn't have any current projects.
"Of course. He's my client, and I believe in his talent completely. I wouldn't have signed him if I didn't believe in him from the very beginning."
"Fair enough," Henry muttered, now genuinely considering the offer.
He weighed the proposal seriously. His standard pay ranged from $500,000 to $1 million per project, depending on the film's scale. On top of that, he had a profit-sharing clause tied to the box office, though it was determined by the investors, who held real control.
If a movie didn't gross at least $50 million, Henry only received his base salary. But if the box office crossed that benchmark, he earned a 3% cut of the profits as a reward for success. It wasn't much, considering he was just a B-list producer in an industry obsessed with A-listers.
Yes, even producers had tiers, just like actors, agents, and directors. Henry primarily worked on small to mid-budget films where both risks and rewards were moderate.
As for copyrights, he had no stake unless specifically outlined in a separate legal agreement with investors.
"You think Wyatt's going to be a superstar director?"
"I believe in him with everything I've got," Collin repeated firmly, his voice resolute.
"Well… let's see where this takes us. I've got no projects lined up at the moment, so I might as well take the opportunity before someone else does."
Henry extended his hand with a smile. Collin grinned as the two shook hands in mutual understanding. Tonight's party had become a success just from securing this new partnership.
Collin didn't want Wyatt to be tainted by Hollywood's dark side, at least, not yet, while he still had some innocence left. A strict and principled person like Henry was the perfect guardian for that goal.
Henry was also clearly better than the producers Collin had approached a few months ago when nobody gave Wyatt a chance. The only reason he'd even spoken to those people was because they had open schedules and the project needed someone to manage, not because they were the best choices.
'Their rejections helped me make money, though, so I guess I should thank them too.'
Collin and Henry clinked their glasses again as they soaked in the party's buzz, full of success and potential.
The celebration continued late into the night, with laughter echoing and most guests already gone, off to nurse their hangovers. Collin had successfully expanded his network after conversing with executives from multiple studios and agents who now recognized his name. He'd even handed out business cards to several attending directors, including a few notable ones who showed interest.
Axel and Wyatt had both left long before midnight. Collin had seen Wyatt sneaking away with a young actress, the two giggling as they vanished together, never to return, that suggested something.
Axel, meanwhile, had a gloomier expression and gave Collin a weak, half-hearted smile before saying his goodbyes.
Henry had also left.
Only Lawrence and Jennifer remained from the original group. Jennifer looked completely sober despite drinking all night, alcohol didn't seem to affect her. Collin already knew she had an absurdly high tolerance.
As for Lawrence… well, the actor was wobbling across the street like a baby learning to walk.
"Collin, you might want to call a taxi for Lawrence before he faceplants into a fire hydrant. He lives near this building, but he probably can't walk straight without zigzagging into traffic. He might get into an accident or worse. You don't want your promising client to get his brain matter splattered everywhere while his intestines and organs are—"
"Okay, hit the brakes, Jennifer. You might want to control your mouth before someone throws a drink at you."
"Shut your bitch ass up and let me say what I want. You, a depressed agent with a failed romantic relationship."
"Okay, fine, I give up. I'll talk to Lawrence. I know his address, and it's not far. If it weren't in the opposite direction from my place, I'd drive him home myself. Still, taking care of a drunk person is such a hassle."
Collin walked over to Lawrence, who was mumbling something nonsensical and emotionally loaded. The actor was leaning against the wall of a closed storefront.
"Hehe… what do you think, Uncle? You said I'd never succeed as an actor, well, look at me now! Say it to my face again! Instead of judging me, why don't you educate your daughter who had eight kids with different men!"
…Damn.
Collin blinked. Apparently, Lawrence's female cousin had her own chaotic drama. What a juicy drop of backstory from a drunken rant.
"Hey, Lawrence, just stay there. Please don't move. I'm calling a taxi to take you home before you try to fly."
"Hm? Apartment? Ah, yes yes! I can drive. I bought a brand new car, and I want to drive it! Broom! Broom!" he exclaimed, mimicking a steering wheel with dramatic flair.
"No, that's not safe—"
Collin's words were cut short when Jennifer suddenly appeared between them like a thundercloud. She glared coldly at Lawrence's drunken state, looking like she was about to pass judgment with zero mercy.
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Jennifer grabbed Lawrence by his collar with the strength of someone fueled by righteous fury. Lawrence was stunned by the sudden aggression, but his slow reaction time failed to counter Jennifer's quick movements.
"You sick fuck. If I ever hear that you drive while drunk, I will crush your balls and feed them to wolves! Do you hear me?" she spat with venom, her eyes blazing with unfiltered rage.
Lawrence was too shocked to respond as his brain struggled to process the sudden verbal and physical assault. He was a theater kid, never prone to real-life violence, and now stood frozen like a deer caught in headlights.
"H-Hey, Jennifer. He's just drunk. Don't take what he says seriously," Collin tried to mediate, raising his hands to diffuse the tension.
Collin stepped in before things escalated into something worse.
"…I won't do it. Sorry," Lawrence muttered, sobered by fear and embarrassment.
He snapped out of his stupor as reality hit him harder than alcohol ever could. Now he was more somber.
"Good. If I ever hear you're drunk driving…" Jennifer said darkly, leaving the threat unfinished but heavy with implication.
"Okay, okay. Stop this now," Collin gently interjected again, hoping to settle things down once and for all.
Jennifer listened to Collin and released Lawrence, her fingers twitching before she finally let go.
Lawrence fixed his collar with trembling hands and glared at Jennifer with wounded pride but decided not to speak further, wisely choosing silence over more trouble.
"I will take my leave and call a taxi. You too, Collin. You shouldn't drive while under the influence," Jennifer said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear and straightening her posture.
"Yes, I'll call a taxi too. Take care, Jennifer," Collin nodded, grateful the storm had passed.
The situation de-escalated, and Jennifer walked away with long, purposeful strides, leaving a heavy silence.
"Let's go. Don't worry about your car, it's parked in the lot, and mine's there too. I'll call a taxi for you," Collin offered, patting Lawrence on the back.
"What is her problem, man? She's crazy. I know she has a foul mouth, but randomly choking me is so messed up," Lawrence winced as he fixed his suit, still visibly shaken.
Unfortunately, the effort didn't hide the fact that he was a mess, with wrinkled clothes and unsteady footing.
"I don't know the full story, but I heard that Jennifer's older brother was killed in a drunk driving incident. The driver was under the influence and took her brother's life," Collin said in a quieter, more serious tone.
"…I'm sorry. I didn't know that. No wonder she's mad at me," Lawrence whispered, regret slowly settling in.
He scratched his head with a guilty expression. Lately, success had gone to his head, and he'd started to feel invincible, like nothing could touch him.
Earning a $1.5 million salary had inflated his ego and shrunk his humility.
"You can apologize to her the next time you see her, once things calm down. I know Jennifer. She's got a foul mouth, but she's kind deep down, despite the way she acts. She'll probably text you tomorrow to apologize," Collin smiled faintly.
"Yeah. I'll apologize," Lawrence nodded, finally understanding the gravity of his actions.
Collin found a taxi for Lawrence after a few minutes of waiting. The actor thanked him before leaving with a tired wave.
Later, Collin received a text from Lawrence confirming that he had returned safely to his apartment.
As for Collin himself, he followed Jennifer's advice and called a taxi, choosing not to risk anything reckless.
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…...
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"Good morning, sir," a young voice greeted as the door opened.
"Good morning, Secretary Han. What's our agenda today?" Greg asked as he walked briskly to his desk.
At the top floor of Wash Dismay Studio, the Chairman of the company entered his office and asked his male secretary to go over the day's schedule, as he did every morning.
Chairman Greg Marinero sat down and glanced around his office, lined with luxury and the scent of polished wood. He had served as Chairman of Wash Dismay for a decade now, ten long years of corporate climbing and ruthless business moves. His achievements were displayed across the office like a curated museum of success.
Photographs of successful movies he promoted were fixed to the walls, framed in gold and silver. Dozens of trophies from prestigious awards gleamed on display shelves, catching sunlight like a spotlight. He was proud of every accomplishment and made sure anyone who entered knew it.
"Sir, today you will meet…" Secretary Han began, flipping through a folder.
The 57-year-old Chairman listened to his secretary with a distant yet focused expression.
"Okay, you can leave now," he said with a dismissive wave.
The secretary excused himself as Greg grabbed the morning newspaper and settled into his chair. The headline was about the comedy film released in October that had unexpectedly become the talk of the industry. The movie was considered the dark horse of 1995. No one had expected such a low-budget film to strike gold at the box office.
December 10, 1995. The Accidental Wedding Crashers had grossed over $152 million at the North American box office after 50 days of screening. It had also been released in Australia, the UK, Paris, Japan, and other countries, grossing over $17 million during its first week of international screening despite minimal promotion.
Greg slightly frowned as a bitter memory resurfaced. He recalled Taylor personally calling him about this movie months ago.
Taylor had said the film had potential and could be profitable if acquired. Greg approved a $35 million offer to buy the movie and secure the rights. Judging by what had happened since, Taylor had failed spectacularly.
Picking up the phone beside him, Greg instructed his secretary to summon Taylor and Emmanuel to his office immediately, no excuses.
Within ten minutes, the two arrived, standing stiff with anxious eyes. Taylor was sweating profusely from stress, while Emmanuel looked like he had sprinted through hell itself. Both men had a sense of what was coming, but neither wanted to speak first.
Greg's expression made it abundantly clear. He was furious about what happened with The Accidental Wedding Crashers.
"Tell me why you failed to get the movie," Greg said in a low voice, sharp as a blade.
His eyes locked onto them like a hawk's gaze, unblinking and predatory. He maintained Wash Dismay's elite status by ensuring every employee was either exceptional at their job or quickly replaced. He didn't like failure and he especially didn't like failure from Taylor and Emmanuel.
He also liked power-tripping. Perhaps that was the main reason he called them in, to assert dominance in person.
Taylor had been with the company longer than Emmanuel and knew how ugly things could get. He loved his job, had a housing loan, and couldn't afford to lose his position under any circumstances.
"Sir, it's because of this stupid guy," Taylor declared without blinking.
He pointed at Emmanuel without hesitation or regret, like it was second nature. Hollywood was a concrete jungle where survival of the fittest ruled even in boardrooms.
"Huh!?" Emmanuel gasped.
He was stunned, floored that Taylor would throw him under the bus so blatantly. He had assumed Taylor would take responsibility and explain the situation, especially since Taylor was the one who had failed to acquire the movie from the beginning.
"I-It's not me!" Emmanuel stammered.
"Shut up!" Taylor raised his voice and turned to Greg with dramatic flair.
"Sir, this bastard kept pestering the director and his agent. That's why we didn't get the movie!" Taylor lied through his teeth, desperation thick in his tone.
His excuse was rushed and obviously fake, like a bad impromptu performance. But he was gambling that Greg didn't care about the truth, only the outcome.
"That didn't happen!" Emmanuel shouted, eyes wide with disbelief.
"Your name is Emmanuel, right?" Greg asked coldly, staring at him like a judge about to deliver a death sentence. He didn't care if the excuse was real, only that the result was failure.
He lived by a motto: if a worker couldn't maintain peak performance, they didn't deserve to be at Wash Dismay, no matter their resume.
"You're fired. Guards, take him out!" Greg barked like a general on the battlefield.
The security, stationed just outside the doors, entered and forcibly removed Emmanuel, who shouted in protest while struggling to break free.
Taylor stood frozen, drenched in sweat down to his undershirt, watching the whole charade with silent horror.
Greg smiled faintly now that the outburst had passed. He loved being on top of the food chain, having the power to lift or destroy someone's future at a whim. The intoxicating control was like a drug he couldn't get enough of.
"Taylor."
"Y-Yes, sir!" Taylor snapped to attention.
"I don't want this to happen again," Greg said coolly, leaning back into his chair.
"Sir, yes, sir!" Taylor responded, tense and eager to please.
"Also, try to contact the director of The Accidental Wedding Crashers. Maybe he's interested in working with us. As long as he has an interesting script, we'll invest."
"Yes, sir!" Taylor bowed slightly, mentally recording every word.
He looked like a soldier being reprimanded in a war room. He kept saying "yes" and "sir," even saluting by reflex.
Once the door closed and the tension vanished with it, Greg began laughing, clutching his stomach like he'd just watched a slapstick comedy.
To him, it was all too funny and absolutely entertaining.
Jennifer grabbed Lawrence by his collar with the strength of someone fueled by righteous fury. Lawrence was stunned by the sudden aggression, but his slow reaction time failed to counter Jennifer's quick movements.
"You sick fuck. If I ever hear that you drive while drunk, I will crush your balls and feed them to wolves! Do you hear me?" she spat with venom, her eyes blazing with unfiltered rage.
Lawrence was too shocked to respond as his brain struggled to process the sudden verbal and physical assault. He was a theater kid, never prone to real-life violence, and now stood frozen like a deer caught in headlights.
"H-Hey, Jennifer. He's just drunk. Don't take what he says seriously," Collin tried to mediate, raising his hands to diffuse the tension.
Collin stepped in before things escalated into something worse.
"…I won't do it. Sorry," Lawrence muttered, sobered by fear and embarrassment.
He snapped out of his stupor as reality hit him harder than alcohol ever could. Now he was more somber.
"Good. If I ever hear you're drunk driving…" Jennifer said darkly, leaving the threat unfinished but heavy with implication.
"Okay, okay. Stop this now," Collin gently interjected again, hoping to settle things down once and for all.
Jennifer listened to Collin and released Lawrence, her fingers twitching before she finally let go.
Lawrence fixed his collar with trembling hands and glared at Jennifer with wounded pride but decided not to speak further, wisely choosing silence over more trouble.
"I will take my leave and call a taxi. You too, Collin. You shouldn't drive while under the influence," Jennifer said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear and straightening her posture.
"Yes, I'll call a taxi too. Take care, Jennifer," Collin nodded, grateful the storm had passed.
The situation de-escalated, and Jennifer walked away with long, purposeful strides, leaving a heavy silence.
"Let's go. Don't worry about your car, it's parked in the lot, and mine's there too. I'll call a taxi for you," Collin offered, patting Lawrence on the back.
"What is her problem, man? She's crazy. I know she has a foul mouth, but randomly choking me is so messed up," Lawrence winced as he fixed his suit, still visibly shaken.
Unfortunately, the effort didn't hide the fact that he was a mess, with wrinkled clothes and unsteady footing.
"I don't know the full story, but I heard that Jennifer's older brother was killed in a drunk driving incident. The driver was under the influence and took her brother's life," Collin said in a quieter, more serious tone.
"…I'm sorry. I didn't know that. No wonder she's mad at me," Lawrence whispered, regret slowly settling in.
He scratched his head with a guilty expression. Lately, success had gone to his head, and he'd started to feel invincible, like nothing could touch him.
Earning a $1.5 million salary had inflated his ego and shrunk his humility.
"You can apologize to her the next time you see her, once things calm down. I know Jennifer. She's got a foul mouth, but she's kind deep down, despite the way she acts. She'll probably text you tomorrow to apologize," Collin smiled faintly.
"Yeah. I'll apologize," Lawrence nodded, finally understanding the gravity of his actions.
Collin found a taxi for Lawrence after a few minutes of waiting. The actor thanked him before leaving with a tired wave.
Later, Collin received a text from Lawrence confirming that he had returned safely to his apartment.
As for Collin himself, he followed Jennifer's advice and called a taxi, choosing not to risk anything reckless.
…......
…...
…
"Good morning, sir," a young voice greeted as the door opened.
"Good morning, Secretary Han. What's our agenda today?" Greg asked as he walked briskly to his desk.
At the top floor of Wash Dismay Studio, the Chairman of the company entered his office and asked his male secretary to go over the day's schedule, as he did every morning.
Chairman Greg Marinero sat down and glanced around his office, lined with luxury and the scent of polished wood. He had served as Chairman of Wash Dismay for a decade now, ten long years of corporate climbing and ruthless business moves. His achievements were displayed across the office like a curated museum of success.
Photographs of successful movies he promoted were fixed to the walls, framed in gold and silver. Dozens of trophies from prestigious awards gleamed on display shelves, catching sunlight like a spotlight. He was proud of every accomplishment and made sure anyone who entered knew it.
"Sir, today you will meet…" Secretary Han began, flipping through a folder.
The 57-year-old Chairman listened to his secretary with a distant yet focused expression.
"Okay, you can leave now," he said with a dismissive wave.
The secretary excused himself as Greg grabbed the morning newspaper and settled into his chair. The headline was about the comedy film released in October that had unexpectedly become the talk of the industry. The movie was considered the dark horse of 1995. No one had expected such a low-budget film to strike gold at the box office.
December 10, 1995. The Accidental Wedding Crashers had grossed over $152 million at the North American box office after 50 days of screening. It had also been released in Australia, the UK, Paris, Japan, and other countries, grossing over $17 million during its first week of international screening despite minimal promotion.
Greg slightly frowned as a bitter memory resurfaced. He recalled Taylor personally calling him about this movie months ago.
Taylor had said the film had potential and could be profitable if acquired. Greg approved a $35 million offer to buy the movie and secure the rights. Judging by what had happened since, Taylor had failed spectacularly.
Picking up the phone beside him, Greg instructed his secretary to summon Taylor and Emmanuel to his office immediately, no excuses.
Within ten minutes, the two arrived, standing stiff with anxious eyes. Taylor was sweating profusely from stress, while Emmanuel looked like he had sprinted through hell itself. Both men had a sense of what was coming, but neither wanted to speak first.
Greg's expression made it abundantly clear. He was furious about what happened with The Accidental Wedding Crashers.
"Tell me why you failed to get the movie," Greg said in a low voice, sharp as a blade.
His eyes locked onto them like a hawk's gaze, unblinking and predatory. He maintained Wash Dismay's elite status by ensuring every employee was either exceptional at their job or quickly replaced. He didn't like failure and he especially didn't like failure from Taylor and Emmanuel.
He also liked power-tripping. Perhaps that was the main reason he called them in, to assert dominance in person.
Taylor had been with the company longer than Emmanuel and knew how ugly things could get. He loved his job, had a housing loan, and couldn't afford to lose his position under any circumstances.
"Sir, it's because of this stupid guy," Taylor declared without blinking.
He pointed at Emmanuel without hesitation or regret, like it was second nature. Hollywood was a concrete jungle where survival of the fittest ruled even in boardrooms.
"Huh!?" Emmanuel gasped.
He was stunned, floored that Taylor would throw him under the bus so blatantly. He had assumed Taylor would take responsibility and explain the situation, especially since Taylor was the one who had failed to acquire the movie from the beginning.
"I-It's not me!" Emmanuel stammered.
"Shut up!" Taylor raised his voice and turned to Greg with dramatic flair.
"Sir, this bastard kept pestering the director and his agent. That's why we didn't get the movie!" Taylor lied through his teeth, desperation thick in his tone.
His excuse was rushed and obviously fake, like a bad impromptu performance. But he was gambling that Greg didn't care about the truth, only the outcome.
"That didn't happen!" Emmanuel shouted, eyes wide with disbelief.
"Your name is Emmanuel, right?" Greg asked coldly, staring at him like a judge about to deliver a death sentence. He didn't care if the excuse was real, only that the result was failure.
He lived by a motto: if a worker couldn't maintain peak performance, they didn't deserve to be at Wash Dismay, no matter their resume.
"You're fired. Guards, take him out!" Greg barked like a general on the battlefield.
The security, stationed just outside the doors, entered and forcibly removed Emmanuel, who shouted in protest while struggling to break free.
Taylor stood frozen, drenched in sweat down to his undershirt, watching the whole charade with silent horror.
Greg smiled faintly now that the outburst had passed. He loved being on top of the food chain, having the power to lift or destroy someone's future at a whim. The intoxicating control was like a drug he couldn't get enough of.
"Taylor."
"Y-Yes, sir!" Taylor snapped to attention.
"I don't want this to happen again," Greg said coolly, leaning back into his chair.
"Sir, yes, sir!" Taylor responded, tense and eager to please.
"Also, try to contact the director of The Accidental Wedding Crashers. Maybe he's interested in working with us. As long as he has an interesting script, we'll invest."
"Yes, sir!" Taylor bowed slightly, mentally recording every word.
He looked like a soldier being reprimanded in a war room. He kept saying "yes" and "sir," even saluting by reflex.
Once the door closed and the tension vanished with it, Greg began laughing, clutching his stomach like he'd just watched a slapstick comedy.
To him, it was all too funny and absolutely entertaining.
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Axel Gunner had been staring at his phone for half an hour. He sat alone at a table in a diner restaurant, barely touching the food on his plate, which had already gone cold. Eating was the last thing on his mind. Earlier that morning, he had transferred money to his ex-wife after a long internal debate and reviewing his bank account.
The Accidental Wedding Crashers had become a major success, far beyond anyone's expectations, and the cast had begun to gain recognition. The film captivated audiences with its adult humor and genuine charm.
As of the third week of December, the worldwide box office for The Accidental Wedding Crashers had reached $233 million. A staggering figure for an indie-style comedy with no initial backing.
The North American box office had grossed $158 million after 61 days of screening. Internationally, it pulled in $75 million after four weeks across Europe, Asia, and South America.
Given these statistics, it was clear the film had not only made money but had become one of the most profitable releases of the year. Especially considering that its total production cost was only $300,000. A mere fraction of its total earnings.
Naturally, the first wave of money arrived from the Cinema Alliance, known for early settlements in distribution deals. The Cinema Alliance was a coalition of North American theater chains that united to protect their interests from major studios and unfavorable contracts.
The $100 million domestic box office revenue was split among Cinema Alliance, Uni-Versus Pictures, and Collin's group. The remaining $58 million would be settled after the film completed its theatrical run.
Cinema Alliance, controlling physical venues and pricing, took 40% of the gross which was $40 million.
Uni-Versus Pictures took 30% of the total and was also reimbursed for distribution logistics and advertising.
Collin's group would receive the remainder after all deductions were applied.
From the $100 million pool, Cinema Alliance claimed its $40 million. The rest was divided between Uni-Versus and Collin's side, following their pre-agreed terms.
Uni-Versus Pictures had spent $11 million on promotion, including film prints, posters, trailers, and media appearances.
In the end, Uni-Versus Pictures secured $41 million in total. 30% from the box office and reimbursement for their expenses. It was a sizable gain, albeit not overwhelming.
That left only $19 million in profit for Collin and his group after all the calculations and paperwork.
Collin, Wyatt, and William agreed to allocate $1 million as bonuses to the cast and crew in recognition of their hard work and commitment despite low salaries. Collin was in charge of distributing the bonuses and had already started compiling a list.
With $18 million left, it was time to divide the profit among the three key players.
William received 30%, amounting to $5.4 million, wired directly to his bank account. While he sometimes felt he deserved more given the risk he took, he didn't dwell on it. He saw the experience as a valuable lesson in navigating the industry.
After all, William was still new to showbiz. Every deal, every negotiation was part of his education. Rather than being upset, he was simply grateful that the film succeeded and turned a profit.
He considered the gain a win and a stepping stone.
Collin also received 30%, totaling $5.4 million. The largest sum he had ever seen. It was, by far, the biggest payout of his life.
But Collin, having survived the harsh realities of the entertainment world, had no plans to spend recklessly. He decided to deposit the entire sum into his savings and planned to consult a financial advisor next month to learn how to invest wisely for long-term growth.
Wyatt, meanwhile, received the largest share, 40%, or $7.2 million. It was a life-altering figure for a rookie director. Just months ago, he had taken a leap of faith alongside Collin. Now, he was a millionaire before 25 years old.
For his future projects, Wyatt vowed to negotiate for box office shares again. He had seen firsthand how lucrative they could be.
However, the focus of this chapter was not the riches, but Axel Gunner and the weight slowly crushing him.
Axel received a $100,000 bonus for his performance in the film. As one of the lead actors, he had carried part of the story with dedication and charm. Lawrence received the same bonus for his contribution.
Other cast members earned between $20,000 and $50,000, depending on screen time and importance. These bonuses were substantial, especially in 1995, when film budgets were generally more conservative.
For context, the average annual American salary was $32,000. 2o even a $20,000 bonus was a huge financial boost.
It didn't take long for Axel's ex-wife to resurface once his name began trending in entertainment news. With his growing fame, it was inevitable that she would see the movie or hear about it.
As he expected, she called him, asking for money just days after the film's release.
She claimed their son needed $10,000 for a private school Axel had never heard of before. Given her track record, he was skeptical.
He hadn't spoken to his son in three years. Not one call, not one visit, not even on birthdays.
Lost in thought, Axel's phone rang again, snapping him back to reality.
He answered and heard that all-too-familiar voice, sweet and manipulative.
"Cynthia, I already sent the money. Give the phone to John. I want to talk to him," Axel said, trying to keep his voice steady.
"Yeah, I got the confirmation. You're really improving now with all this money," she said teasingly. "How about sending me another $10,000? Your son wants a remote-controlled car."
Her tone was playful, almost mocking.
Axel's grip on the phone tightened. He wasn't in the mood for games.
"Cynthia, I want to talk to my son. I've been trying to talk to him for years. He's five, what could he possibly be busy with?" Axel's voice cracked with frustration.
He raised his voice slightly, unable to contain the desperation building in his chest.
"Hey, hey. Don't shout. You'll scare your son," she snapped back, irritated.
"Look, I'm sorry. I just... I miss him. I just want to talk to John," Axel said, his throat tightening.
"Heh, okay. I'll call him. John--!! Your dad wants to talk to you--!!" she shouted casually across the house.
Then silence.
Axel waited, holding his breath, heart pounding.
"..."
No reply.
"I'm sorry, Axel. Your son says he doesn't want to talk to you," Cynthia said, devoid of sympathy.
"Cynthia, please. I'll buy him toys, tell him I'll buy him toys!" Axel pleaded, voice cracking, eyes stinging with tears. Costumers nearby glanced at him in confusion.
"You don't need to. I'll buy him toys myself, since you can't even see him. Just keep sending money like a good little earner. I know your first movie didn't pay much. Honestly, being an actor is more pathetic than a cockroach. But who knows? Maybe your next movie will bring more. Don't forget your son once you become successful~" she said, her voice dripping with venomous sweetness.
"You won't change your number, right?" Axel asked with a flicker of hope.
"Sorry. The phone I'm using isn't even mine. I asked some random guy to let me borrow his," she said with a shrug.
Axel heard a man's giggle in the background.
"T-Then at least give me your address. The one you gave me last time was fake. The neighbors said you moved out six months ago," he said, desperation mounting.
He didn't care how pathetic he sounded. He just wanted something, anything, to hold onto.
"I didn't lie. That was our address. You're just too late. Besides, the court already ruled that you're not allowed to meet us. So... goodbye~~"
"Cynthia, wait, Cynthia?" Axel called out, his voice trembling.
The call ended.
Axel stared at his phone for a moment, his face twisted in anguish.
Then he slammed his fists onto the table, causing cups to rattle and heads to turn.
Axel Gunner had been staring at his phone for half an hour. He sat alone at a table in a diner restaurant, barely touching the food on his plate, which had already gone cold. Eating was the last thing on his mind. Earlier that morning, he had transferred money to his ex-wife after a long internal debate and reviewing his bank account.
The Accidental Wedding Crashers had become a major success, far beyond anyone's expectations, and the cast had begun to gain recognition. The film captivated audiences with its adult humor and genuine charm.
As of the third week of December, the worldwide box office for The Accidental Wedding Crashers had reached $233 million. A staggering figure for an indie-style comedy with no initial backing.
The North American box office had grossed $158 million after 61 days of screening. Internationally, it pulled in $75 million after four weeks across Europe, Asia, and South America.
Given these statistics, it was clear the film had not only made money but had become one of the most profitable releases of the year. Especially considering that its total production cost was only $300,000. A mere fraction of its total earnings.
Naturally, the first wave of money arrived from the Cinema Alliance, known for early settlements in distribution deals. The Cinema Alliance was a coalition of North American theater chains that united to protect their interests from major studios and unfavorable contracts.
The $100 million domestic box office revenue was split among Cinema Alliance, Uni-Versus Pictures, and Collin's group. The remaining $58 million would be settled after the film completed its theatrical run.
Cinema Alliance, controlling physical venues and pricing, took 40% of the gross which was $40 million.
Uni-Versus Pictures took 30% of the total and was also reimbursed for distribution logistics and advertising.
Collin's group would receive the remainder after all deductions were applied.
From the $100 million pool, Cinema Alliance claimed its $40 million. The rest was divided between Uni-Versus and Collin's side, following their pre-agreed terms.
Uni-Versus Pictures had spent $11 million on promotion, including film prints, posters, trailers, and media appearances.
In the end, Uni-Versus Pictures secured $41 million in total. 30% from the box office and reimbursement for their expenses. It was a sizable gain, albeit not overwhelming.
That left only $19 million in profit for Collin and his group after all the calculations and paperwork.
Collin, Wyatt, and William agreed to allocate $1 million as bonuses to the cast and crew in recognition of their hard work and commitment despite low salaries. Collin was in charge of distributing the bonuses and had already started compiling a list.
With $18 million left, it was time to divide the profit among the three key players.
William received 30%, amounting to $5.4 million, wired directly to his bank account. While he sometimes felt he deserved more given the risk he took, he didn't dwell on it. He saw the experience as a valuable lesson in navigating the industry.
After all, William was still new to showbiz. Every deal, every negotiation was part of his education. Rather than being upset, he was simply grateful that the film succeeded and turned a profit.
He considered the gain a win and a stepping stone.
Collin also received 30%, totaling $5.4 million. The largest sum he had ever seen. It was, by far, the biggest payout of his life.
But Collin, having survived the harsh realities of the entertainment world, had no plans to spend recklessly. He decided to deposit the entire sum into his savings and planned to consult a financial advisor next month to learn how to invest wisely for long-term growth.
Wyatt, meanwhile, received the largest share, 40%, or $7.2 million. It was a life-altering figure for a rookie director. Just months ago, he had taken a leap of faith alongside Collin. Now, he was a millionaire before 25 years old.
For his future projects, Wyatt vowed to negotiate for box office shares again. He had seen firsthand how lucrative they could be.
However, the focus of this chapter was not the riches, but Axel Gunner and the weight slowly crushing him.
Axel received a $100,000 bonus for his performance in the film. As one of the lead actors, he had carried part of the story with dedication and charm. Lawrence received the same bonus for his contribution.
Other cast members earned between $20,000 and $50,000, depending on screen time and importance. These bonuses were substantial, especially in 1995, when film budgets were generally more conservative.
For context, the average annual American salary was $32,000. 2o even a $20,000 bonus was a huge financial boost.
It didn't take long for Axel's ex-wife to resurface once his name began trending in entertainment news. With his growing fame, it was inevitable that she would see the movie or hear about it.
As he expected, she called him, asking for money just days after the film's release.
She claimed their son needed $10,000 for a private school Axel had never heard of before. Given her track record, he was skeptical.
He hadn't spoken to his son in three years. Not one call, not one visit, not even on birthdays.
Lost in thought, Axel's phone rang again, snapping him back to reality.
He answered and heard that all-too-familiar voice, sweet and manipulative.
"Cynthia, I already sent the money. Give the phone to John. I want to talk to him," Axel said, trying to keep his voice steady.
"Yeah, I got the confirmation. You're really improving now with all this money," she said teasingly. "How about sending me another $10,000? Your son wants a remote-controlled car."
Her tone was playful, almost mocking.
Axel's grip on the phone tightened. He wasn't in the mood for games.
"Cynthia, I want to talk to my son. I've been trying to talk to him for years. He's five, what could he possibly be busy with?" Axel's voice cracked with frustration.
He raised his voice slightly, unable to contain the desperation building in his chest.
"Hey, hey. Don't shout. You'll scare your son," she snapped back, irritated.
"Look, I'm sorry. I just... I miss him. I just want to talk to John," Axel said, his throat tightening.
"Heh, okay. I'll call him. John--!! Your dad wants to talk to you--!!" she shouted casually across the house.
Then silence.
Axel waited, holding his breath, heart pounding.
"..."
No reply.
"I'm sorry, Axel. Your son says he doesn't want to talk to you," Cynthia said, devoid of sympathy.
"Cynthia, please. I'll buy him toys, tell him I'll buy him toys!" Axel pleaded, voice cracking, eyes stinging with tears. Costumers nearby glanced at him in confusion.
"You don't need to. I'll buy him toys myself, since you can't even see him. Just keep sending money like a good little earner. I know your first movie didn't pay much. Honestly, being an actor is more pathetic than a cockroach. But who knows? Maybe your next movie will bring more. Don't forget your son once you become successful~" she said, her voice dripping with venomous sweetness.
"You won't change your number, right?" Axel asked with a flicker of hope.
"Sorry. The phone I'm using isn't even mine. I asked some random guy to let me borrow his," she said with a shrug.
Axel heard a man's giggle in the background.
"T-Then at least give me your address. The one you gave me last time was fake. The neighbors said you moved out six months ago," he said, desperation mounting.
He didn't care how pathetic he sounded. He just wanted something, anything, to hold onto.
"I didn't lie. That was our address. You're just too late. Besides, the court already ruled that you're not allowed to meet us. So... goodbye~~"
"Cynthia, wait, Cynthia?" Axel called out, his voice trembling.
The call ended.
Axel stared at his phone for a moment, his face twisted in anguish.
Then he slammed his fists onto the table, causing cups to rattle and heads to turn.
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Axel and Cynthia had divorced three years ago, leaving Axel emotionally exhausted. Unfortunately, he didn't get shared custody. The court judged that Axel was unfit to care for John because of his military background. As a retired soldier, the court viewed him with suspicion and lacked confidence in his mental health, despite the absence of any actual diagnosis. Does California have that kind of bias? No one really knows.
As for Cynthia, she had been a stay-at-home mom for most of their marriage, claiming she was best suited to raise their son. But to say Axel wasn't a good father was a delusion born out of legal assumptions and systemic bias.
In truth, Axel had been the one caring for John the entire time. Cynthia simply stayed home because she disliked working or dealing with responsibilities outside the house. Axel had loved her deeply, blindly even, and failed to see her flaws until it was too late.
Everything changed when Cynthia disappeared for a week without warning or explanation, only to return with tattoos on her shoulders and needle marks on her arms. She was clearly using drugs, her speech erratic and her behavior unstable.
During their confrontation, Cynthia admitted to using drugs to cope with her dissatisfaction. She wasn't in the right state of mind when she filed for divorce, but by then, the damage had been done, and Axel was left shattered.
The result? Axel was ordered to stay away from Cynthia and their son unless he was granted legal permission through supervised visitation. Axel filed for supervised visits almost immediately, but Cynthia refused to cooperate and constantly avoided the arrangements.
He then filed a request to modify the court's ruling, hoping that clean behavior and good intentions would persuade the judge. But even after months of paperwork and legal consultations, nothing had changed. He didn't know what else to do. He had never hurt his wife, never even argued with her, yet the court deemed him dangerous, believing a soldier trained to fight couldn't possibly be trusted to parent.
But Axel was never violent. He had always avoided conflict. He only wanted to see his son, to remind John that he still had a father who loved him.
He had no criminal record. No history of abuse. Yet the system failed him, misunderstood him, and pushed him into a corner.
Cynthia, aware of the legal blindspot, took full advantage of it. She disappeared with their son and never showed herself again, leaving Axel helpless. All he could do was send $2,300 a month in child support, not knowing if even a single dollar truly went to John. This parallel world had some difference regarding the law.
Axel knew he had technically violated the court order by asking for their address, but that effort was fruitless anyway. Cynthia and John no longer lived there, and nobody seemed to know where they had moved.
As a father, Axel just wanted to see his son, even from a distance, to assure him that life could still be good, that his dad still loved him.
In the diner restaurant, curious eyes glanced in his direction as whispers began to rise. Axel took a deep breath to calm himself. He stood up and walked out, his heart weighed down like stone.
His chest ached, even breathing felt difficult. This had been his struggle for the past three years. A relentless, festering wound that refused to close.
He suspected Cynthia only contacted him when she wanted money... But Axel always gave in when she used John as an excuse. He couldn't say no. He was John's father, and that title meant everything to him.
In early 1994, Axel met Collin at a bar while drowning his sorrows in cheap beer. What began as a casual conversation unexpectedly turned into a life-changing opportunity.
Collin had learned that Axel was a freelance actor bouncing between gigs with no steady income. At the time, two of Collin's clients had just ended their contracts and moved on, leaving vacancies in his roster.
Axel had been skeptical, unsure if it was just drunken bar talk, but out of necessity and curiosity, he agreed to work with Collin. That marked the beginning of their partnership, a bond that would pull Axel into the spotlight.
.........
......
...
"The movie is amazing. I didn't recognize the cast, but it was still hilarious. The jokes landed so well."
"You're right, haha!" the other replied, still laughing.
Landers Lopez sighed softly under his breath as he listened to the conversation next to him while the audience began to leave.
The screening of the Accidental Wedding Crashers had just ended. As the lights turned on and the credits rolled, the crowd slowly exited the theater.
Landers took his time leaving, his eyes reflecting regret and envy. Once outside, he lit a cigarette with shaky hands and stared at the passing vehicles, as if searching for answers in their headlights. The smoke curled from his lips and slowly dissolved into the air, just like the dreams he once had.
"...Fuck," he muttered, voice weak and bitter.
Last year, he had still been one of Collin's clients, under a contract that had once seemed full of promise. But Landers had chosen to walk away, led by pride and impatience.
He had signed a three-year deal with ANT, thrilled at the potential of a flourishing career. But in the first year, his agent unexpectedly died of a heart attack.
In response, ANT scrambled to reassign clients. Landers and a female actress were transferred to a new agent, Collin East. At the time, Collin was a complete rookie in the industry. He had little experience and lacked the connections or reputation to command confidence.
Both Landers and the actress were unimpressed.
The actress left first, deciding not to renew her contract with ANT. Afterward, she joined a different agency and found moderate success. Now, she was a regular cast member on a teen drama that was entering its second season with good ratings.
Landers had similar plans. When his contract ended, he didn't look back. He joined a small agency that promised better results.
The outcome? Devastating.
While his new agency did find jobs for him consistently, the work came from an industry in the San Fernando Valley that he never thought he'd be part of.
Hollywood was the film capital of the world. San Fernando Valley, however, was the undisputed porn capital. Everyone in Los Angeles knew it, even if no one talked about it.
Hollywood released thousands of films every year. So did San Fernando, just of a different kind.
Landers had no shortage of work now, thanks to high demand. But it wasn't the kind of fame he wanted.
He was never cast as a leading man. Instead, he was relegated to humiliating roles, getting cucked, jacking off in orgies or gangbangs, playing the forgettable extra in degrading scenes. The pay was average at best and barely covered his rent.
He couldn't believe how far he'd fallen. Once a hopeful actor dreaming of stardom, now reduced to background noise in the shadows of the adult film industry.
Part of the reason he left Collin in the first place was pride. He hated the fact that Collin, his agent, had more charisma and screen presence than he did. That bruised ego had guided his decisions, and now, he was paying the price.
"Should I contact Collin?" he wondered aloud. "If not him, maybe Jennifer? I heard she's still working with Collin and doing well."
He paused, then chuckled dryly.
"That woman has a foul mouth and a sharp tongue... but she's soft if you corner her. Maybe I can take advantage of that if I play my cards right."
Flicking the ash from his cigarette, Landers watched the passing cars, his thoughts swirling with desperation and delusion.
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[Last night, I learned that Diddy was found not guilty on most of his cases. I think we can all agree that the justice system is nothing but a joke.]
Axel and Cynthia had divorced three years ago, leaving Axel emotionally exhausted. Unfortunately, he didn't get shared custody. The court judged that Axel was unfit to care for John because of his military background. As a retired soldier, the court viewed him with suspicion and lacked confidence in his mental health, despite the absence of any actual diagnosis. Does California have that kind of bias? No one really knows.
As for Cynthia, she had been a stay-at-home mom for most of their marriage, claiming she was best suited to raise their son. But to say Axel wasn't a good father was a delusion born out of legal assumptions and systemic bias.
In truth, Axel had been the one caring for John the entire time. Cynthia simply stayed home because she disliked working or dealing with responsibilities outside the house. Axel had loved her deeply, blindly even, and failed to see her flaws until it was too late.
Everything changed when Cynthia disappeared for a week without warning or explanation, only to return with tattoos on her shoulders and needle marks on her arms. She was clearly using drugs, her speech erratic and her behavior unstable.
During their confrontation, Cynthia admitted to using drugs to cope with her dissatisfaction. She wasn't in the right state of mind when she filed for divorce, but by then, the damage had been done, and Axel was left shattered.
The result? Axel was ordered to stay away from Cynthia and their son unless he was granted legal permission through supervised visitation. Axel filed for supervised visits almost immediately, but Cynthia refused to cooperate and constantly avoided the arrangements.
He then filed a request to modify the court's ruling, hoping that clean behavior and good intentions would persuade the judge. But even after months of paperwork and legal consultations, nothing had changed. He didn't know what else to do. He had never hurt his wife, never even argued with her, yet the court deemed him dangerous, believing a soldier trained to fight couldn't possibly be trusted to parent.
But Axel was never violent. He had always avoided conflict. He only wanted to see his son, to remind John that he still had a father who loved him.
He had no criminal record. No history of abuse. Yet the system failed him, misunderstood him, and pushed him into a corner.
Cynthia, aware of the legal blindspot, took full advantage of it. She disappeared with their son and never showed herself again, leaving Axel helpless. All he could do was send $2,300 a month in child support, not knowing if even a single dollar truly went to John. This parallel world had some difference regarding the law.
Axel knew he had technically violated the court order by asking for their address, but that effort was fruitless anyway. Cynthia and John no longer lived there, and nobody seemed to know where they had moved.
As a father, Axel just wanted to see his son, even from a distance, to assure him that life could still be good, that his dad still loved him.
In the diner restaurant, curious eyes glanced in his direction as whispers began to rise. Axel took a deep breath to calm himself. He stood up and walked out, his heart weighed down like stone.
His chest ached, even breathing felt difficult. This had been his struggle for the past three years. A relentless, festering wound that refused to close.
He suspected Cynthia only contacted him when she wanted money... But Axel always gave in when she used John as an excuse. He couldn't say no. He was John's father, and that title meant everything to him.
In early 1994, Axel met Collin at a bar while drowning his sorrows in cheap beer. What began as a casual conversation unexpectedly turned into a life-changing opportunity.
Collin had learned that Axel was a freelance actor bouncing between gigs with no steady income. At the time, two of Collin's clients had just ended their contracts and moved on, leaving vacancies in his roster.
Axel had been skeptical, unsure if it was just drunken bar talk, but out of necessity and curiosity, he agreed to work with Collin. That marked the beginning of their partnership, a bond that would pull Axel into the spotlight.
.........
......
...
"The movie is amazing. I didn't recognize the cast, but it was still hilarious. The jokes landed so well."
"You're right, haha!" the other replied, still laughing.
Landers Lopez sighed softly under his breath as he listened to the conversation next to him while the audience began to leave.
The screening of the Accidental Wedding Crashers had just ended. As the lights turned on and the credits rolled, the crowd slowly exited the theater.
Landers took his time leaving, his eyes reflecting regret and envy. Once outside, he lit a cigarette with shaky hands and stared at the passing vehicles, as if searching for answers in their headlights. The smoke curled from his lips and slowly dissolved into the air, just like the dreams he once had.
"...Fuck," he muttered, voice weak and bitter.
Last year, he had still been one of Collin's clients, under a contract that had once seemed full of promise. But Landers had chosen to walk away, led by pride and impatience.
He had signed a three-year deal with ANT, thrilled at the potential of a flourishing career. But in the first year, his agent unexpectedly died of a heart attack.
In response, ANT scrambled to reassign clients. Landers and a female actress were transferred to a new agent, Collin East. At the time, Collin was a complete rookie in the industry. He had little experience and lacked the connections or reputation to command confidence.
Both Landers and the actress were unimpressed.
The actress left first, deciding not to renew her contract with ANT. Afterward, she joined a different agency and found moderate success. Now, she was a regular cast member on a teen drama that was entering its second season with good ratings.
Landers had similar plans. When his contract ended, he didn't look back. He joined a small agency that promised better results.
The outcome? Devastating.
While his new agency did find jobs for him consistently, the work came from an industry in the San Fernando Valley that he never thought he'd be part of.
Hollywood was the film capital of the world. San Fernando Valley, however, was the undisputed porn capital. Everyone in Los Angeles knew it, even if no one talked about it.
Hollywood released thousands of films every year. So did San Fernando, just of a different kind.
Landers had no shortage of work now, thanks to high demand. But it wasn't the kind of fame he wanted.
He was never cast as a leading man. Instead, he was relegated to humiliating roles, getting cucked, jacking off in orgies or gangbangs, playing the forgettable extra in degrading scenes. The pay was average at best and barely covered his rent.
He couldn't believe how far he'd fallen. Once a hopeful actor dreaming of stardom, now reduced to background noise in the shadows of the adult film industry.
Part of the reason he left Collin in the first place was pride. He hated the fact that Collin, his agent, had more charisma and screen presence than he did. That bruised ego had guided his decisions, and now, he was paying the price.
"Should I contact Collin?" he wondered aloud. "If not him, maybe Jennifer? I heard she's still working with Collin and doing well."
He paused, then chuckled dryly.
"That woman has a foul mouth and a sharp tongue... but she's soft if you corner her. Maybe I can take advantage of that if I play my cards right."
Flicking the ash from his cigarette, Landers watched the passing cars, his thoughts swirling with desperation and delusion.
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[Last night, I learned that Diddy was found not guilty on most of his cases. I think we can all agree that the justice system is nothing but a joke.]
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Collin and his family were watching television in the cozy living room after a nice dinner that Evelyn had prepared. Collin had spent most of his days out of the apartment and could only enjoy his mother's cooking at breakfast before heading to work.
As for lunch and dinner, Collin rarely had the chance to eat Evelyn's freshly prepared meals because his schedule barely allowed him to return home. It was even rarer for him to have dinner with his family all gathered around the table, like in the old days... If his father were still alive, everything would feel better. The family would feel complete again.
After the pleasant dinner, the three spent hours watching television, occasionally laughing and commenting during commercial breaks. Their old TV still worked despite being old, and both Aida and Evelyn had talked seriously with Collin about not buying a brand-new one, even though he had offered multiple times. They said the same thing about their other appliances, which were still functioning after years of use.
"I just remembered, my friends have been talking about this show with a high school drama that's been getting really famous lately."
Aida grabbed the remote from the small table and changed the channel, a curious expression on her face.
"What's the title?" Evelyn asked, leaning forward slightly.
"I'm not sure. I think it's called High School Love, or something like that."
"Are you talking about My Pure Innocent High School Love?" Collin asked after a moment of thought.
"Yes, that's the one! I guess you know it because you work in the same industry as the people who make these shows."
"Well..." Collin scratched his head awkwardly. That wasn't actually the reason he recognized the title.
"I know the title, but I don't know anything about the plot or characters. I don't have time to watch shows unless it's for work."
"Yeah, you're always working with no rest... Let me think, if I remember correctly, the story is about the female lead genuinely loving her boyfriend but cheating on him because of temptation, or something like that."
"Damn..." Collin muttered in disbelief.
"I think she also slept with her boyfriend's older brother, who's kind of a bully and a jerk that's been hurting her boyfriend a lot."
"Damn..." Collin repeated, more stunned this time.
"She also cheated on her boyfriend by sleeping with his dad, which is just... insane."
"Damn... That's the third time I've said that in the last three minutes and I might say it again."
"Also, she had sex with her own brother somewhere around episode six, I think."
"...Is this even allowed on TV?" Collin's voice rose in shock.
"Nah, they censored the sex scenes, so it's considered okay for network standards. But yeah, the plot is seriously messed up and people still watch it."
"Damn..." he said again, now nearly speechless.
Collin didn't know what to say as his brain tried to process the show's content.
'So, as long as explicit scenes weren't shown, this kind of story could air on television and no one would raise a fuss?'
And apparently, the lead actress came from a wealthy family with ties to the production company and pressured her parents to invest in the show, just so she could star in this? A show like that?
"Oh, it's starting!" Aida said with excitement as she turned up the volume.
Collin and Evelyn decided to watch the show just to see what all the hype was about, curious as to why it was already in its second season.
After watching the episode, they realized the show was filled with unbelievable levels of depravity but the heavy material was censored, with most of it only implied through suggestive dialogue and cutaway scenes.
Did this mean people watched the show because it offered depravity disguised as innocent teenage drama? Were viewers secretly craving illegal or taboo thrills as the characters were in high school?
The cast were clearly adults in their late 20s or 30s, playing high school students involved in inappropriate acts.
'What's next? They'll make another show like this, with even more outrageous content and call it something like Euphoria? When I was in high school, I just played dumb games and held hands with my girlfriend like an innocent fool. This is definitely written by people trying to fetishize high school to attract the worst kind of audience.'
Collin grimaced.
"The show is..." Evelyn shook her head slowly, disapproving but slightly curious. Both of her children were adults now, and she couldn't stop them from watching questionable content.
"But the female lead's best friend is gorgeous, though. She totally stole the spotlight. She's more beautiful than the female lead in every scene. And for some reason, I feel some bad tension between the female lead and her best friend," Aida said, turning off the TV and yawning as she stretched her arms. It was getting late.
"She is stunning. I wonder what her name is." Evelyn nodded thoughtfully.
"Her name is Madison Morgan. She's half Mexican, half Italian. Her features are really striking."
"Oh, you know her?" Evelyn blinked in surprise.
"Yeah, sort of." Collin didn't bother explaining their past professional relationship.
Madison had been his client during his early days as an agent. Based on her current situation and the role she landed, it looked like her decision not to renew her contract had worked out well for her career.
Honestly, Collin was happy for her, even if a small part of him felt regret. He'd been disappointed when both Madison and Landers left after their contracts ended. They hadn't given him time to grow. They didn't give him a chance to prove himself. But back then, he had been inexperienced.
Still, he held no grudge. He wished them well and silently rooted for their success from a distance. As long as they didn't disturb him or his current clients, he had no issue with them.
Now that Madison had landed a recurring role in a TV show entering its second season and gaining traction, Collin wished her all the best. Still, he hoped they wouldn't cross paths again. Though in this industry, that was unlikely.
"Okay, I'm off to bed. I've got things to do tomorrow and class starts early." Aida yawned.
"Wait, Aida. I have something to talk to you and Mom about before you go."
"What is it? Don't tell me you're giving me money or something. Haha, I'm just joking."
"..."
Collin didn't know how to respond because she was exactly right.
"Collin, don't tell me I got it right and you're actually serious."
"Let's all sit down so I can explain this properly."
Evelyn and Aida found their seats, slightly puzzled. Collin sat across from them, clearly with something on his mind.
Collin had earned $5.4 million from the movie's success and had no idea what to do with it now that it was sitting in his account. He had known The Accidental Wedding Crashers would be a hit, but he hadn't thought much about what that success would actually bring.
Now, he was faced with a dilemma, which was how to handle the money responsibly.
A portion of it would be invested under the advice of a financial advisor. The rest would remain in his bank account for emergencies and future plans. But even then, he didn't know how to spend the remainder. He didn't have any big desires or personal wants.
Collin was cheap by nature. He rarely spent money on himself and avoided luxury. He didn't buy expensive watches or flashy cars when his current ones worked just fine. As long as something served its purpose, he was satisfied. The car, the phone, and the apartment were all practical purchases, he only spent on what he needed.
However, Collin had one soft spot... pampering his loved ones. He was known for quietly saving up just to buy birthday gifts for his parents and sister, even when he barely had money himself. That trait was the same reason his ex had taken advantage of him. He had helped her finish college while he was working as a model, believing that's what love meant.
Now, that weakness was acting up again, stronger than ever. Since he didn't know how to spend money on himself, he decided to spend it on his family because they deserved it.
He placed two credit cards on the table and gently slid them forward.
"This one's for Aida, and this one's for Mom. I already activated both. Each card has a $5,000 monthly limit, so you won't accidentally overspend. If you want to buy something for yourself or for the house, just use the card."
Collin explained calmly but earnestly. Aida and Evelyn stared at the cards, stunned.
"No, I won't take it even if you're serious. Collin, you don't have to give us anything. We're doing fine. Besides, $5,000 is too much. I don't trust myself with that kind of limit." Aida shook her head, firm but grateful. She was uncomfortable with the idea of such a large allowance.
She knew herself well. She loved shopping. And she feared what she might become with too much money freely available.
"Son, I don't need money to be happy." Evelyn gave a short but heartfelt reply, her voice filled with maternal firmness.
Collin sighed. He had expected these responses.
He had an idea this would happen.
Collin and his family were watching television in the cozy living room after a nice dinner that Evelyn had prepared. Collin had spent most of his days out of the apartment and could only enjoy his mother's cooking at breakfast before heading to work.
As for lunch and dinner, Collin rarely had the chance to eat Evelyn's freshly prepared meals because his schedule barely allowed him to return home. It was even rarer for him to have dinner with his family all gathered around the table, like in the old days... If his father were still alive, everything would feel better. The family would feel complete again.
After the pleasant dinner, the three spent hours watching television, occasionally laughing and commenting during commercial breaks. Their old TV still worked despite being old, and both Aida and Evelyn had talked seriously with Collin about not buying a brand-new one, even though he had offered multiple times. They said the same thing about their other appliances, which were still functioning after years of use.
"I just remembered, my friends have been talking about this show with a high school drama that's been getting really famous lately."
Aida grabbed the remote from the small table and changed the channel, a curious expression on her face.
"What's the title?" Evelyn asked, leaning forward slightly.
"I'm not sure. I think it's called High School Love, or something like that."
"Are you talking about My Pure Innocent High School Love?" Collin asked after a moment of thought.
"Yes, that's the one! I guess you know it because you work in the same industry as the people who make these shows."
"Well..." Collin scratched his head awkwardly. That wasn't actually the reason he recognized the title.
"I know the title, but I don't know anything about the plot or characters. I don't have time to watch shows unless it's for work."
"Yeah, you're always working with no rest... Let me think, if I remember correctly, the story is about the female lead genuinely loving her boyfriend but cheating on him because of temptation, or something like that."
"Damn..." Collin muttered in disbelief.
"I think she also slept with her boyfriend's older brother, who's kind of a bully and a jerk that's been hurting her boyfriend a lot."
"Damn..." Collin repeated, more stunned this time.
"She also cheated on her boyfriend by sleeping with his dad, which is just... insane."
"Damn... That's the third time I've said that in the last three minutes and I might say it again."
"Also, she had sex with her own brother somewhere around episode six, I think."
"...Is this even allowed on TV?" Collin's voice rose in shock.
"Nah, they censored the sex scenes, so it's considered okay for network standards. But yeah, the plot is seriously messed up and people still watch it."
"Damn..." he said again, now nearly speechless.
Collin didn't know what to say as his brain tried to process the show's content.
'So, as long as explicit scenes weren't shown, this kind of story could air on television and no one would raise a fuss?'
And apparently, the lead actress came from a wealthy family with ties to the production company and pressured her parents to invest in the show, just so she could star in this? A show like that?
"Oh, it's starting!" Aida said with excitement as she turned up the volume.
Collin and Evelyn decided to watch the show just to see what all the hype was about, curious as to why it was already in its second season.
After watching the episode, they realized the show was filled with unbelievable levels of depravity but the heavy material was censored, with most of it only implied through suggestive dialogue and cutaway scenes.
Did this mean people watched the show because it offered depravity disguised as innocent teenage drama? Were viewers secretly craving illegal or taboo thrills as the characters were in high school?
The cast were clearly adults in their late 20s or 30s, playing high school students involved in inappropriate acts.
'What's next? They'll make another show like this, with even more outrageous content and call it something like Euphoria? When I was in high school, I just played dumb games and held hands with my girlfriend like an innocent fool. This is definitely written by people trying to fetishize high school to attract the worst kind of audience.'
Collin grimaced.
"The show is..." Evelyn shook her head slowly, disapproving but slightly curious. Both of her children were adults now, and she couldn't stop them from watching questionable content.
"But the female lead's best friend is gorgeous, though. She totally stole the spotlight. She's more beautiful than the female lead in every scene. And for some reason, I feel some bad tension between the female lead and her best friend," Aida said, turning off the TV and yawning as she stretched her arms. It was getting late.
"She is stunning. I wonder what her name is." Evelyn nodded thoughtfully.
"Her name is Madison Morgan. She's half Mexican, half Italian. Her features are really striking."
"Oh, you know her?" Evelyn blinked in surprise.
"Yeah, sort of." Collin didn't bother explaining their past professional relationship.
Madison had been his client during his early days as an agent. Based on her current situation and the role she landed, it looked like her decision not to renew her contract had worked out well for her career.
Honestly, Collin was happy for her, even if a small part of him felt regret. He'd been disappointed when both Madison and Landers left after their contracts ended. They hadn't given him time to grow. They didn't give him a chance to prove himself. But back then, he had been inexperienced.
Still, he held no grudge. He wished them well and silently rooted for their success from a distance. As long as they didn't disturb him or his current clients, he had no issue with them.
Now that Madison had landed a recurring role in a TV show entering its second season and gaining traction, Collin wished her all the best. Still, he hoped they wouldn't cross paths again. Though in this industry, that was unlikely.
"Okay, I'm off to bed. I've got things to do tomorrow and class starts early." Aida yawned.
"Wait, Aida. I have something to talk to you and Mom about before you go."
"What is it? Don't tell me you're giving me money or something. Haha, I'm just joking."
"..."
Collin didn't know how to respond because she was exactly right.
"Collin, don't tell me I got it right and you're actually serious."
"Let's all sit down so I can explain this properly."
Evelyn and Aida found their seats, slightly puzzled. Collin sat across from them, clearly with something on his mind.
Collin had earned $5.4 million from the movie's success and had no idea what to do with it now that it was sitting in his account. He had known The Accidental Wedding Crashers would be a hit, but he hadn't thought much about what that success would actually bring.
Now, he was faced with a dilemma, which was how to handle the money responsibly.
A portion of it would be invested under the advice of a financial advisor. The rest would remain in his bank account for emergencies and future plans. But even then, he didn't know how to spend the remainder. He didn't have any big desires or personal wants.
Collin was cheap by nature. He rarely spent money on himself and avoided luxury. He didn't buy expensive watches or flashy cars when his current ones worked just fine. As long as something served its purpose, he was satisfied. The car, the phone, and the apartment were all practical purchases, he only spent on what he needed.
However, Collin had one soft spot... pampering his loved ones. He was known for quietly saving up just to buy birthday gifts for his parents and sister, even when he barely had money himself. That trait was the same reason his ex had taken advantage of him. He had helped her finish college while he was working as a model, believing that's what love meant.
Now, that weakness was acting up again, stronger than ever. Since he didn't know how to spend money on himself, he decided to spend it on his family because they deserved it.
He placed two credit cards on the table and gently slid them forward.
"This one's for Aida, and this one's for Mom. I already activated both. Each card has a $5,000 monthly limit, so you won't accidentally overspend. If you want to buy something for yourself or for the house, just use the card."
Collin explained calmly but earnestly. Aida and Evelyn stared at the cards, stunned.
"No, I won't take it even if you're serious. Collin, you don't have to give us anything. We're doing fine. Besides, $5,000 is too much. I don't trust myself with that kind of limit." Aida shook her head, firm but grateful. She was uncomfortable with the idea of such a large allowance.
She knew herself well. She loved shopping. And she feared what she might become with too much money freely available.
"Son, I don't need money to be happy." Evelyn gave a short but heartfelt reply, her voice filled with maternal firmness.
Collin sighed. He had expected these responses.
He had an idea this would happen.
Chapter 56
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"I worked hard because I want to provide for you and make your life easier in every possible way."
"And it's already enough. You don't have to do this. I can find ways to earn money if I really need to buy something," Aida replied.
"No, you will not work while you're studying. If you need money, you can ask me directly, and I'll make sure you're taken care of. What's the point of my hard work if you won't depend on me when you need something as simple as that?" Collin quickly retorted.
"It doesn't matter what you say, I won't accept this credit card just because it's handed to me."
"But you'll need it sooner or later. College is expensive as hell, and having a credit card is practical, you never know when an emergency might come up."
"Still, $5,000 is too much for someone like me. What if I spend it on something useless just because I got tempted? God, I don't know how guilty I'd feel if that ever happened. I can't handle that amount of money without purchasing some useless stuff."
"How about I lower the amount to $4,000? That's still more than enough, right?"
"$1,500, final offer."
"What is this, some kind of negotiation? I didn't know that even at home I have to negotiate a contract. $2,000. You're my sister. I don't want you to lack anything, even if you say you're okay. If you want to buy something, go on and don't hesitate. I'll take care of it without complaint."
"... Collin, you're making me embarrassed with how generous you are, do you know that?"
Aida sighed in resignation. Indeed, she probably had the best brother in the world, and sometimes she didn't know what she did to deserve him.
Since their childhood, Collin was the type to give up his sweets and candies for her without thinking twice.
'You became much worse when Dad died...' Aida couldn't say that out loud because Evelyn and Collin would be sad if they heard it, and she didn't want to bring up those emotions tonight.
"... Fine, $2,000, but not a penny more. I'll talk to you if there's something I can't afford or something important comes up. Make sure you have money for that!" She raised her voice in a mix of annoyance and concern, frustrated that she agreed.
She knew Collin wouldn't stop pestering her if she didn't agree, and she didn't have the energy to argue anymore.
"Nice," Collin smiled in visible relief. Now he felt relaxed, knowing Aida had agreed even if it took a bit of arm-twisting. He had never experienced college himself, but he knew women around Aida's age often loved buying expensive clothes and bags to keep up with their peers.
Collin wanted to make sure Aida wouldn't feel envious of them just because of money. He actually thought of buying her a car to help her get around, but the young woman would probably hate it if he did that without asking.
"Then, how about Mom?" Collin asked, turning to Evelyn.
"Collin, your pestering won't work on me, so don't even try. I don't need a credit card or anything fancy. In the first place, I rarely leave the apartment unless it's really necessary. Even groceries aren't expensive enough to need a card."
"But I want you to enjoy your days more. How about going out once in a while just to treat yourself? There's a shopping mall a few blocks away with cafes and bookstores. Why don't you try going there just for a change of pace?"
"Even if I go there, I won't take your credit card because I don't want to rely on it."
"Mom, don't do this to me. Please, just do it for me."
Collin tried to act childish like he used to when he was younger, but that method wouldn't work anymore now that they were older. He rarely used this tactic because he was too old for it, and it felt a bit forced.
Unfortunately, Evelyn didn't budge, and the firm look on her face said it all.
With that, Collin's plan only worked halfway, one win, one loss.
'Was it really bad to pamper your loved ones just because you finally can? What if they get used to it and depend on me more? Even better!' Collin's train of thought would probably never change.
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Henry Greyson and Wyatt Bray entered the headquarters of Uni-versus Pictures dressed in formal clothes and filled with nervous excitement to pitch a project that had kept them up at night for weeks.
Wyatt had written a script over the course of several months, and when Henry personally read it, he completely lost his mind for laughing.
The script bore some resemblance to The Accidental Wedding Crashers, but it had a different setting and a new dynamic between characters.
It was about a group of friends on a weeklong cruise ship vacation. They gambled at the ship's casino, where chaotic events unfolded, including accidents and misunderstandings that eventually left the ship stranded in the middle of the ocean with no contact with the outside world.
The script's title was Week On A Cruise Ship... though that could change depending on studio feedback.
Henry had worked with Uni-versus Pictures before. Some of the movies he managed were distributed by the studio and performed modestly at the box office. He had also produced one of their mid-budget films a few years ago that became a hit.
The two men found the private room where they would present their pitch to the Head of Production. They knocked, received confirmation, and stepped inside.
"Huh?" Henry blurted under his breath.
He froze as if his shoes were nailed to the floor. He saw people in the room he didn't recognize at first glance. No, that wasn't right. He did recognize them. He just hadn't expected to see them here, especially not for this meeting.
Henry Greyson was a professional movie producer with over a decade of experience. He had calculated the budget for the movie down to the smallest line item. Around $15 to $20 million, depending on casting and location needs.
That amount was considered mid-budget in the current era.
Low-budget movies never exceeded $5 million and typically involved indie directors or limited casts.
$5 to $30 million was mid-budget, offering flexibility in production.
Anything above $30 million was high-budget. Usually action, fantasy, or major franchise projects.
Usually, a mid-budget pitch would only involve the Head of Production without higher-ups. In rare cases, top executives would attend if a pitch showed unusual promise.
But today was different, very different. Henry immediately bowed his head out of respect after realizing he had stared too long at the Chairman and CEO of Uni-versus Pictures, both seated just a few feet away.
Yes, both the Chairman and CEO were present for a project like this.
'What the fuck is happening here and why are they here?'
Henry asked himself as he swallowed hard. He'd done dozens of pitches but never had the chance to speak face-to-face with Hollywood's major decision-makers.
He glanced at Wyatt beside him, who was clutching his notes, his hand shaking slightly.
'... Shit. We might fail this pitch before it even begins.'
"You don't have to worry about us, gentlemen. We're just here to listen and observe. Treat us like we're invisible," CEO Berry Cruz said with a friendly laugh.
'Yeah, right. As if we can do that.'
The Chairman of Uni-versus Pictures, Noah Nash, also nodded with a small smile. He was a decade younger than Berry but still carried great authority. He was in his 40s but already one of the most influential names in the industry.
"Then let's begin this meeting without further delay."
The Head of Production started the meeting, prompting Henry and Wyatt to present their project. Slowly, they adjusted to the pressure, gaining confidence with every minute as they explained the overall concept with clarity and enthusiasm. They distributed the completed scripts and projected budget breakdowns to everyone present and let them read at their own pace.
Berry Cruz adjusted his reading glasses and curiously opened the script while Henry delivered his pitch with calm professionalism.
The opening scene featured the three friends waking up in a strange room with no memory of the previous night. One of them, the youngest, rushed to the toilet to release the biggest and loudest shit of all time, echoing throughout the room. While he was in the middle of doing number two, two lions appeared and surrounded him from both sides, growling in unison.
The guy screamed in horror while shitting, completely losing his mind, and the lions roared on cue, creating a symphony of shit, screams, and roars unlike anything ever seen in cinema.
Berry bit his lip, trying hard not to laugh. He clenched the pages tightly, holding back his laughter so as not to disrupt the meeting or seem unprofessional.
Suddenly, Chairman Noah Nash burst into laughter, unable to hold it any longer. Everyone in the room paused mid-read and waited while he composed himself, smiling politely.
Noah took a deep breath and waved his hand, still chuckling. His face was red, either from laughter or from embarrassment for laughing so suddenly in front of everyone.
"Continue what you're doing."
Henry resumed the pitch without skipping a beat, while Wyatt chimed in when needed. Henry was an expert, so Wyatt followed his lead and kept things steady.
An hour later, Henry and Wyatt left the room feeling drained but hopeful. The executives had asked questions ranging from budget concerns to casting ideas.
Once they were satisfied with what they heard, Henry and Wyatt were directed to a nearby waiting room while the executives privately discussed the project's potential profitability behind closed doors.
"I worked hard because I want to provide for you and make your life easier in every possible way."
"And it's already enough. You don't have to do this. I can find ways to earn money if I really need to buy something," Aida replied.
"No, you will not work while you're studying. If you need money, you can ask me directly, and I'll make sure you're taken care of. What's the point of my hard work if you won't depend on me when you need something as simple as that?" Collin quickly retorted.
"It doesn't matter what you say, I won't accept this credit card just because it's handed to me."
"But you'll need it sooner or later. College is expensive as hell, and having a credit card is practical, you never know when an emergency might come up."
"Still, $5,000 is too much for someone like me. What if I spend it on something useless just because I got tempted? God, I don't know how guilty I'd feel if that ever happened. I can't handle that amount of money without purchasing some useless stuff."
"How about I lower the amount to $4,000? That's still more than enough, right?"
"$1,500, final offer."
"What is this, some kind of negotiation? I didn't know that even at home I have to negotiate a contract. $2,000. You're my sister. I don't want you to lack anything, even if you say you're okay. If you want to buy something, go on and don't hesitate. I'll take care of it without complaint."
"... Collin, you're making me embarrassed with how generous you are, do you know that?"
Aida sighed in resignation. Indeed, she probably had the best brother in the world, and sometimes she didn't know what she did to deserve him.
Since their childhood, Collin was the type to give up his sweets and candies for her without thinking twice.
'You became much worse when Dad died...' Aida couldn't say that out loud because Evelyn and Collin would be sad if they heard it, and she didn't want to bring up those emotions tonight.
"... Fine, $2,000, but not a penny more. I'll talk to you if there's something I can't afford or something important comes up. Make sure you have money for that!" She raised her voice in a mix of annoyance and concern, frustrated that she agreed.
She knew Collin wouldn't stop pestering her if she didn't agree, and she didn't have the energy to argue anymore.
"Nice," Collin smiled in visible relief. Now he felt relaxed, knowing Aida had agreed even if it took a bit of arm-twisting. He had never experienced college himself, but he knew women around Aida's age often loved buying expensive clothes and bags to keep up with their peers.
Collin wanted to make sure Aida wouldn't feel envious of them just because of money. He actually thought of buying her a car to help her get around, but the young woman would probably hate it if he did that without asking.
"Then, how about Mom?" Collin asked, turning to Evelyn.
"Collin, your pestering won't work on me, so don't even try. I don't need a credit card or anything fancy. In the first place, I rarely leave the apartment unless it's really necessary. Even groceries aren't expensive enough to need a card."
"But I want you to enjoy your days more. How about going out once in a while just to treat yourself? There's a shopping mall a few blocks away with cafes and bookstores. Why don't you try going there just for a change of pace?"
"Even if I go there, I won't take your credit card because I don't want to rely on it."
"Mom, don't do this to me. Please, just do it for me."
Collin tried to act childish like he used to when he was younger, but that method wouldn't work anymore now that they were older. He rarely used this tactic because he was too old for it, and it felt a bit forced.
Unfortunately, Evelyn didn't budge, and the firm look on her face said it all.
With that, Collin's plan only worked halfway, one win, one loss.
'Was it really bad to pamper your loved ones just because you finally can? What if they get used to it and depend on me more? Even better!' Collin's train of thought would probably never change.
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Henry Greyson and Wyatt Bray entered the headquarters of Uni-versus Pictures dressed in formal clothes and filled with nervous excitement to pitch a project that had kept them up at night for weeks.
Wyatt had written a script over the course of several months, and when Henry personally read it, he completely lost his mind for laughing.
The script bore some resemblance to The Accidental Wedding Crashers, but it had a different setting and a new dynamic between characters.
It was about a group of friends on a weeklong cruise ship vacation. They gambled at the ship's casino, where chaotic events unfolded, including accidents and misunderstandings that eventually left the ship stranded in the middle of the ocean with no contact with the outside world.
The script's title was Week On A Cruise Ship... though that could change depending on studio feedback.
Henry had worked with Uni-versus Pictures before. Some of the movies he managed were distributed by the studio and performed modestly at the box office. He had also produced one of their mid-budget films a few years ago that became a hit.
The two men found the private room where they would present their pitch to the Head of Production. They knocked, received confirmation, and stepped inside.
"Huh?" Henry blurted under his breath.
He froze as if his shoes were nailed to the floor. He saw people in the room he didn't recognize at first glance. No, that wasn't right. He did recognize them. He just hadn't expected to see them here, especially not for this meeting.
Henry Greyson was a professional movie producer with over a decade of experience. He had calculated the budget for the movie down to the smallest line item. Around $15 to $20 million, depending on casting and location needs.
That amount was considered mid-budget in the current era.
Low-budget movies never exceeded $5 million and typically involved indie directors or limited casts.
$5 to $30 million was mid-budget, offering flexibility in production.
Anything above $30 million was high-budget. Usually action, fantasy, or major franchise projects.
Usually, a mid-budget pitch would only involve the Head of Production without higher-ups. In rare cases, top executives would attend if a pitch showed unusual promise.
But today was different, very different. Henry immediately bowed his head out of respect after realizing he had stared too long at the Chairman and CEO of Uni-versus Pictures, both seated just a few feet away.
Yes, both the Chairman and CEO were present for a project like this.
'What the fuck is happening here and why are they here?'
Henry asked himself as he swallowed hard. He'd done dozens of pitches but never had the chance to speak face-to-face with Hollywood's major decision-makers.
He glanced at Wyatt beside him, who was clutching his notes, his hand shaking slightly.
'... Shit. We might fail this pitch before it even begins.'
"You don't have to worry about us, gentlemen. We're just here to listen and observe. Treat us like we're invisible," CEO Berry Cruz said with a friendly laugh.
'Yeah, right. As if we can do that.'
The Chairman of Uni-versus Pictures, Noah Nash, also nodded with a small smile. He was a decade younger than Berry but still carried great authority. He was in his 40s but already one of the most influential names in the industry.
"Then let's begin this meeting without further delay."
The Head of Production started the meeting, prompting Henry and Wyatt to present their project. Slowly, they adjusted to the pressure, gaining confidence with every minute as they explained the overall concept with clarity and enthusiasm. They distributed the completed scripts and projected budget breakdowns to everyone present and let them read at their own pace.
Berry Cruz adjusted his reading glasses and curiously opened the script while Henry delivered his pitch with calm professionalism.
The opening scene featured the three friends waking up in a strange room with no memory of the previous night. One of them, the youngest, rushed to the toilet to release the biggest and loudest shit of all time, echoing throughout the room. While he was in the middle of doing number two, two lions appeared and surrounded him from both sides, growling in unison.
The guy screamed in horror while shitting, completely losing his mind, and the lions roared on cue, creating a symphony of shit, screams, and roars unlike anything ever seen in cinema.
Berry bit his lip, trying hard not to laugh. He clenched the pages tightly, holding back his laughter so as not to disrupt the meeting or seem unprofessional.
Suddenly, Chairman Noah Nash burst into laughter, unable to hold it any longer. Everyone in the room paused mid-read and waited while he composed himself, smiling politely.
Noah took a deep breath and waved his hand, still chuckling. His face was red, either from laughter or from embarrassment for laughing so suddenly in front of everyone.
"Continue what you're doing."
Henry resumed the pitch without skipping a beat, while Wyatt chimed in when needed. Henry was an expert, so Wyatt followed his lead and kept things steady.
An hour later, Henry and Wyatt left the room feeling drained but hopeful. The executives had asked questions ranging from budget concerns to casting ideas.
Once they were satisfied with what they heard, Henry and Wyatt were directed to a nearby waiting room while the executives privately discussed the project's potential profitability behind closed doors.
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Behind The Spotlight Chapter 57
Wyatt and Henry entered the room, and someone brought them cookies and neatly served coffee. The Chairman had told them earlier that they needed at least an hour to fully deliberate the project proposal, and they would be called again once a decision had been made.
Wyatt sat down and wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, still tense from the high-pressure atmosphere.
Unlike the last time when he and Collin easily secured an investment from William, today's pitch felt far heavier. Wyatt could feel the pressure mounting with each passing minute. The people in the meeting room were so serious and professional, almost intimidating, that he knew a single misstep could ruin everything.
Except for the one moment when Chairman Noah burst out laughing, the entire pitch had felt suffocating.
Now Wyatt realized even more just how lucky he was to have an agent like Collin. He owed the success of his first movie to him. Collin believed in him when he was still a nobody, fresh out of college, with no real connections. That meant a lot to him, both personally and professionally.
After The Accidental Wedding Crashers was released, Wyatt received many calls and texts from his old college classmates. Almost all of them asked for jobs, hoping he could help them land a role or at least a spot on the crew, especially the women who aspired to be actresses.
But Wyatt wasn't foolish or naïve enough to let flattery cloud his judgment. He might lack experience, but he knew most of them just wanted to use him now that he had a successful film under his belt.
He consulted Collin about it, and the agent was straightforward: hiring amateur people for a professional-level project would be detrimental to the production. Wyatt agreed after thinking it through seriously.
Collin said Wyatt could hire people he trusted and who had strong work ethics. People who wouldn't jeopardize the project, especially with the team still being newly formed and in the process of hiring key members.
But when it came to actors and actresses, it was better for them to go through auditions and prove themselves fairly. Casting people just because they were college friends was too risky and could cause serious problems down the line.
Wyatt agreed… however, there was still one thing he hadn't told Collin and it weighed on his conscience.
Back at the celebration party, Wyatt had hooked up with an aspiring actress whose name he barely remembered that night. The two had done the horizontal monster smash, and Wyatt promised to include her in his next project.
They even had a second rendezvous just two days ago after a casual meetup, and they had kept in touch via text and late-night calls. Both had agreed it was nothing serious, just fun with no strings attached.
Wyatt was nervous about telling Collin because he knew it was unprofessional and unethical. He fucked up by fucking her, without thinking through the consequences.
Still, he planned to invite the woman to audition and compete fairly. If she earned a role, then great.
Unfortunately, his new project centered around three male leads, so her chances of standing out were slim. The best she could hope for was a minor supporting role with limited screen time.
Wyatt glanced at Henry, who looked far more composed than he felt. The producer picked up a cookie, dipped it into the coffee, and ate it with calm precision. He nodded approvingly at the flavor and started eating more with visible satisfaction.
"Do you think they'll agree?" Wyatt asked, hoping to ease his anxiety.
"Wyatt, you're still young, so it's natural to be nervous in situations like this. But you have to be confident in yourself and in your work. Do you know how rare it is for a director to have a box office hit as a debut film? Almost none. Most debut films only manage small profits when released in theaters. Yours broke that pattern."
"Thank you, Henry. That really helps."
Wyatt and Henry had worked together during Director Esteban's project, but their relationship had been mostly professional. They rarely spoke on a personal level and mostly discussed work.
Wyatt's first impression of Henry was that he was calm under pressure and knew what he was doing.
"You don't have to worry, I'm nervous too. But nerves won't help you survive in this industry. If you're serious about being a director, you'll get used to moments like this. As the creative head, you'll always be in rooms like that, defending your vision."
Henry sipped his coffee.
"Look, the situation is in our favor. It's more obvious than you think. Instead of letting us leave and making us wait for days, they decided to give us an answer within the hour. That shows urgency and interest. If they weren't interested, they'd take their time. But this? This is a very good sign. Believe me, we'll get the confirmation today. No doubt."
Henry had experienced countless business pitches in his long career as a producer, and he knew this situation was more optimistic than most. He admitted he was initially caught off guard by the presence of both the CEO and Chairman, but perhaps that meant they saw true potential in Wyatt's new project.
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...
Henry's prediction turned out to be accurate. Both the CEO and Chairman were impressed with Wyatt and his script.
When Uni-versus received word that Wyatt Bray was planning a new project and wanted to pitch it to them, CEO Berry Cruz personally took interest and decided to attend the meeting. He also invited Chairman Noah Nash, who agreed to come along.
Now the deal was the center of everyone's attention.
"It's promising, very promising. If this script performs even half as well as The Accidental Wedding Crashers, it'll be a big win," Berry said.
After 70 days in theaters, The Accidental Wedding Crashers had grossed $252 million worldwide and was still generating revenue. It was a success far beyond expectations.
Noah glanced over the script for a second time with a trace of amusement. The first page alone had made him laugh out loud, it was undeniably promising.
"They're asking for a $20 million investment to fully fund the project. In exchange, we'll own the complete copyright of Week on a Cruise Ship as the sole production studio."
That was standard practice in the industry. Since Uni-versus would be the sole investor, they naturally owned full rights to the film. The director and producer, however, would typically receive a small share of the revenue depending on contract negotiations, usually around 1.5% to 2.5% after expenses were deducted.
"I met Wyatt's agent at the screening for The Accidental Wedding Crashers. His name is Collin East. Judging by Collin's confidence, he'll probably ask for at least a $3 million salary for Wyatt, possibly even a box office share," Berry added as he flipped through the financial proposal.
"$3 million isn't outrageous, considering Wyatt already has a box office hit to his name, which is rare for a new director. The only problem is the box office share, it cuts into our profit. Are we okay with that risk if the film turns out to be another hit?"
"I'll handle the negotiations with Wyatt's agent personally," Noah said without hesitation.
Everyone in the room nodded in agreement. It was rare for the Chairman to negotiate directly, but not unheard of. He had once personally courted a famous actor to star in one of their flagship projects.
Still, the fact that Noah was showing this level of interest in a new director was telling and it said a lot about Wyatt's rising star.
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Wyatt and Henry entered the room, and someone brought them cookies and neatly served coffee. The Chairman had told them earlier that they needed at least an hour to fully deliberate the project proposal, and they would be called again once a decision had been made.
Wyatt sat down and wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, still tense from the high-pressure atmosphere.
Unlike the last time when he and Collin easily secured an investment from William, today's pitch felt far heavier. Wyatt could feel the pressure mounting with each passing minute. The people in the meeting room were so serious and professional, almost intimidating, that he knew a single misstep could ruin everything.
Except for the one moment when Chairman Noah burst out laughing, the entire pitch had felt suffocating.
Now Wyatt realized even more just how lucky he was to have an agent like Collin. He owed the success of his first movie to him. Collin believed in him when he was still a nobody, fresh out of college, with no real connections. That meant a lot to him, both personally and professionally.
After The Accidental Wedding Crashers was released, Wyatt received many calls and texts from his old college classmates. Almost all of them asked for jobs, hoping he could help them land a role or at least a spot on the crew, especially the women who aspired to be actresses.
But Wyatt wasn't foolish or naïve enough to let flattery cloud his judgment. He might lack experience, but he knew most of them just wanted to use him now that he had a successful film under his belt.
He consulted Collin about it, and the agent was straightforward: hiring amateur people for a professional-level project would be detrimental to the production. Wyatt agreed after thinking it through seriously.
Collin said Wyatt could hire people he trusted and who had strong work ethics. People who wouldn't jeopardize the project, especially with the team still being newly formed and in the process of hiring key members.
But when it came to actors and actresses, it was better for them to go through auditions and prove themselves fairly. Casting people just because they were college friends was too risky and could cause serious problems down the line.
Wyatt agreed… however, there was still one thing he hadn't told Collin and it weighed on his conscience.
Back at the celebration party, Wyatt had hooked up with an aspiring actress whose name he barely remembered that night. The two had done the horizontal monster smash, and Wyatt promised to include her in his next project.
They even had a second rendezvous just two days ago after a casual meetup, and they had kept in touch via text and late-night calls. Both had agreed it was nothing serious, just fun with no strings attached.
Wyatt was nervous about telling Collin because he knew it was unprofessional and unethical. He fucked up by fucking her, without thinking through the consequences.
Still, he planned to invite the woman to audition and compete fairly. If she earned a role, then great.
Unfortunately, his new project centered around three male leads, so her chances of standing out were slim. The best she could hope for was a minor supporting role with limited screen time.
Wyatt glanced at Henry, who looked far more composed than he felt. The producer picked up a cookie, dipped it into the coffee, and ate it with calm precision. He nodded approvingly at the flavor and started eating more with visible satisfaction.
"Do you think they'll agree?" Wyatt asked, hoping to ease his anxiety.
"Wyatt, you're still young, so it's natural to be nervous in situations like this. But you have to be confident in yourself and in your work. Do you know how rare it is for a director to have a box office hit as a debut film? Almost none. Most debut films only manage small profits when released in theaters. Yours broke that pattern."
"Thank you, Henry. That really helps."
Wyatt and Henry had worked together during Director Esteban's project, but their relationship had been mostly professional. They rarely spoke on a personal level and mostly discussed work.
Wyatt's first impression of Henry was that he was calm under pressure and knew what he was doing.
"You don't have to worry, I'm nervous too. But nerves won't help you survive in this industry. If you're serious about being a director, you'll get used to moments like this. As the creative head, you'll always be in rooms like that, defending your vision."
Henry sipped his coffee.
"Look, the situation is in our favor. It's more obvious than you think. Instead of letting us leave and making us wait for days, they decided to give us an answer within the hour. That shows urgency and interest. If they weren't interested, they'd take their time. But this? This is a very good sign. Believe me, we'll get the confirmation today. No doubt."
Henry had experienced countless business pitches in his long career as a producer, and he knew this situation was more optimistic than most. He admitted he was initially caught off guard by the presence of both the CEO and Chairman, but perhaps that meant they saw true potential in Wyatt's new project.
.........
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Henry's prediction turned out to be accurate. Both the CEO and Chairman were impressed with Wyatt and his script.
When Uni-versus received word that Wyatt Bray was planning a new project and wanted to pitch it to them, CEO Berry Cruz personally took interest and decided to attend the meeting. He also invited Chairman Noah Nash, who agreed to come along.
Now the deal was the center of everyone's attention.
"It's promising, very promising. If this script performs even half as well as The Accidental Wedding Crashers, it'll be a big win," Berry said.
After 70 days in theaters, The Accidental Wedding Crashers had grossed $252 million worldwide and was still generating revenue. It was a success far beyond expectations.
Noah glanced over the script for a second time with a trace of amusement. The first page alone had made him laugh out loud, it was undeniably promising.
"They're asking for a $20 million investment to fully fund the project. In exchange, we'll own the complete copyright of Week on a Cruise Ship as the sole production studio."
That was standard practice in the industry. Since Uni-versus would be the sole investor, they naturally owned full rights to the film. The director and producer, however, would typically receive a small share of the revenue depending on contract negotiations, usually around 1.5% to 2.5% after expenses were deducted.
"I met Wyatt's agent at the screening for The Accidental Wedding Crashers. His name is Collin East. Judging by Collin's confidence, he'll probably ask for at least a $3 million salary for Wyatt, possibly even a box office share," Berry added as he flipped through the financial proposal.
"$3 million isn't outrageous, considering Wyatt already has a box office hit to his name, which is rare for a new director. The only problem is the box office share, it cuts into our profit. Are we okay with that risk if the film turns out to be another hit?"
"I'll handle the negotiations with Wyatt's agent personally," Noah said without hesitation.
Everyone in the room nodded in agreement. It was rare for the Chairman to negotiate directly, but not unheard of. He had once personally courted a famous actor to star in one of their flagship projects.
Still, the fact that Noah was showing this level of interest in a new director was telling and it said a lot about Wyatt's rising star.
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