Chapter 665: The Perposal!

"Pause everything, folks! Let's take a well-deserved ten-minute break," echoed through the bustling set, as the studio lights blazed to life, piercing the dim ambiance with their relentless glow. Ridley Scott, the maestro behind the lens, removed his reading glasses in a singular, fluid motion, stretching his limbs as if to cast away the weight of the day's work. His voice, authoritative yet tinged with excitement, cut through the air, "Prop team, let's get those potatoes ready for the next scene!"

In the relative calm of the rest area, Martin found solace by the water cooler, where Bruce, with the casual grace of a seasoned crew member, passed him a sippy cup filled with water. As Martin took a refreshing sip, he couldn't help but probe, "Did Lorraine's photos fetch a good price?"

"Twenty grand," Bruce replied, his voice laced with the kind of awe reserved for the scandalous and the sensational. He handed over a copy of "American Rumors," pointing to the front page where the photo in question held court. "Anything related to Depp turns to gold these days."

Martin's eyes scanned the front page, landing on Lorraine's equestrian photo. Despite the controversy, there was an undeniable artistry to it, a tasteful elegance that spoke volumes. "Depp certainly has an eye for the unique," Martin mused, his thoughts adrift in the complexities of the actor's personal life.

Bruce chuckled, "Unique is one way to put it. Have you seen anyone else propose to someone with such... extravagant tastes?"

Martin, with a knowing smile, replied, "Depp's always been one to defy expectations."

Their conversation took a turn towards the more bizarre, referencing other high-profile antics and personal dramas, painting a vivid picture of Hollywood's underbelly. Bruce, ever the realist, dismissed the idea of marriage with a quip about not wanting to settle down, especially not with someone as unpredictable as Judy.

Martin playfully teased Bruce about his own desirability, suggesting, with a wink, that not even the allure of the Kardashian sisters could sway Bruce's steadfast bachelorhood.

Their banter was interrupted by Ridley's assistant, who approached with the urgency of someone bearing news. "Next week, we're heading to the wilds of southwestern California for the outdoor shots. It'll be an intense week to ten days. Make sure you're ready," she informed Martin, handing him the updated shooting schedule.

Martin glanced over the schedule, nodding his acceptance. "Looks good to me," he affirmed, his focus already shifting back to the task at hand.

As the assistant stepped away, the set buzzed back to life, actors and crew alike readying themselves for the next take. Martin, fully immersed in his role, resumed his scene with a vigor that belied the earlier distractions. Meanwhile, the photos of Depp's new girlfriend continued to stir up a storm across the nation, igniting debates and drawing unwavering attention to the spectacle of their unconventional love story.

Yet, in the whirlwind of public opinion and media frenzy, Depp remained unfazed, planning a proposal so extravagant, it was bound to become Hollywood legend. Martin, ever the connector, reached out to his circle of stars, hoping to share in what was sure to be a momentous occasion, though logistics and commitments meant that only a few could partake in the unfolding drama.

In the grand tapestry of Hollywood, where each thread weaves a story of intrigue, passion, and defiance, the saga of Depp and his audacious love story added yet another vibrant hue, reminding everyone that in the land of stars, the heart follows its own script.

As twilight descended upon Disney Studio, a peculiar scene unfolded, far removed from the day's usual hustle. The once busy paths and sound stages now stood eerily quiet, for a congregation had formed in the open-air studio, a spectacle too intriguing to miss. Among the eager crowd were Martin and Nicholson, flanked by the cast of "The Martian," all drawn to the promise of an event that was the buzz of Tinseltown.

The universal allure of witnessing drama unfold in real time had brought them there, magnetized by the anticipation of an act that, just days prior, had sent shockwaves through the studio—a deed both controversial and bewildering.

Jerry Bruckheimer, the seasoned producer, had orchestrated this tableau with the precision of a maestro. Cameras strategically placed, lights casting a soft glow, all set against the backdrop of an evening that whispered of romance and whispers of scandal.

Amidst this carefully crafted ambiance, Amber Heard found herself at the epicenter, ushered in by an entourage of Depp's most ardent supporters. Depp, embodying the quintessence of a bygone era's gentleman, approached with deliberate steps, his attire speaking of solemn intentions.

High above the gathered crowd, Martin, with a playful grin, declared from his vantage point, "Tonight, we witness a tale as old as time—the princess and the prince embark on their journey toward a happily ever after."

Nicholson, ever the cynic yet not devoid of wisdom, countered, "Such unions bask in envy at their zenith, yet have the power to move mountains in their tumult."

Martin, intrigued by Nicholson's insight, queried, "And how, pray tell, are you so versed in these matters?"

"With the bitter taste of personal experience," Nicholson retorted, his voice a blend of nostalgia and regret. "Once upon a time, my exploits dwarfed even Depp's."

The ambiance was charged with expectancy as Lorraine rushed to join them, just in time to witness Depp's grand gesture—a proposal that would've been the epitome of romance, had it not been for what followed.

Nicholson, seizing the moment, brandished an electronic megaphone handed to him by Lorraine. What ensued was a disruption so jarring, it turned the fairy-tale moment on its head. His voice, amplified beyond decorum, boomed across the studio, "Let the world hear us!"

The audience, caught between shock and bemusement, watched as this unruly interruption unfolded. Despite Martin's protests and Lorraine's dismay, Nicholson's chant, "Embrace the chaos!" became an unlikely rallying cry, echoing across the open-air studio.

Amid the chaos, Depp's declaration of unwavering commitment cut through the noise, his words a testament to a love that defied convention and controversy alike. "No matter the storm, it's you I choose, always."

And so, under the starlit sky, amidst a cacophony of cheers and the brilliant blaze of fireworks, Amber Heard accepted Depp's proposal, a moment of genuine emotion that transcended the spectacle around them.

Nicholson, through his unexpected intervention, had inadvertently underscored the evening's underlying message—a love story, however unconventional, finds its own path, often in the most unexpected ways.

In the aftermath of Depp's unconventional proposal, a peculiar charm lingered over the set, crafted by the collective voice of an audience led by Nicholson. As the main actors of the night's drama vanished into the night, the gathered crowd began to dissolve, leaving only a handful of spectators in their wake.

Nicholson, handing back the megaphone to Lorraine, wore a look of mischief mixed with satisfaction. "I must admit, I underestimated their resilience," he mused to Martin as they walked away. "To propose amidst a cacophony of cheers and jeers? That's resilience."

Martin, impressed despite himself, raised a thumbs up in response. "I never imagined you'd stir the pot quite like this."

With a hearty slap on Martin's back, Nicholson wore his experience like a badge of honor. "As a stalwart of this industry, I see it as my duty to intervene. It's clear as day, that woman's not right in the head, and if anyone can spot trouble, it's me."

Martin couldn't help but agree, though he knew Nicholson's intentions were far from noble. "You enjoy the chaos too much," he observed. "What will Depp think when the dust settles and he's left to ponder this madness?"

Nicholson's reply came quick and with a twinkle in his eye. "Then, my friend, I'll be the first to lead the chorus for his next chapter. 'Break up! Come on!'"

He continued, his tone shifting to one of mock solemnity. "Originally, Leo and I had reserved that honor for you. But given your stable ship, we'll graciously extend this service to Depp, compliments of the house."

Martin, amused, promised to relay their 'generous' offer to Depp.

Their conversation was interrupted by Jerry Bruckheimer's arrival. Exchanging brief greetings, Jerry couldn't hide his frustration with Nicholson's antics. "Still playing the jester, I see."

Nicholson, unphased by the critique, quipped, "In my twilight years, I find these moments of levity precious."

Jerry, pointing to the set, lamented the lost opportunity for publicity, now spoiled by the unforeseen intervention. "Your stunt has turned potential gold into dust," he sighed.

Nicholson, ever defiant, insisted his disruption was a service, a safeguard against greater misfortune. Jerry, resigned to the chaos, departed with a shrug.

As Martin and Nicholson continued their walk, the studio's bustling energy faded, leaving them in a quieter world. Bruce arrived shortly after, offering a ride and a fresh scoop of gossip—Ryan Reynolds and Abby Cornish's secret liaison, a potential goldmine for the paparazzi.

Lorraine, intrigued by the prospect, made plans to capitalize on this insider tip. Meanwhile, conversation turned to the upcoming release of "Green Lantern," with opinions divided on its potential success. Nicholson, with decades of industry insight, voiced his skepticism, hinting at a less than stellar outcome.

Their journey concluded with news of Bryan Singer's hospitalization, a reminder of the relentless pace and unpredictability of their world—a world where drama unfolds not just on the screen, but behind the scenes, in the lives of those who create it.