Chp 83.1 : I'm in Hollywood

"Goddamned Hell!!"

The first word he uttered on his mind after he finished the task he was handed to on this New Year's Eve.

He shouldn't be working today but because of his love for film, he volunteered to stay and work overtime.

He used to work in one of the retail stores in LA called Video Archives as a cashier. He was hired easily because of his expertise and fondness for films.

Asked him anything about films and he could answer it all in a second.

He was grateful to his boss, no, his friend for giving him this opportunity to work as an assistant producer in this film company.

This way, he could incorporate himself and learn about filmmaking procedures.

His meeting with his friend also an accident. That day, after he heard a job advertisement for recruiting an assistant in one of the film companies, he immediately quitted his job.

He was accidentally met with him, a boy named Alphonse Brandt in front of his film studio where he talked about film and comics with him.

Al was also a "Nerd" like him, not kind of the science nerd but a film nerds. Unlike the other nerds who could only watch and read or debating it about whose theory was right, they both have a dream to make their imagination to reality.

He was amazed at Al, who was only 15 and could shoot a real film and got recognition from the film critics. With his reputation, Al was still a humble person because he said his experience and knowledge still sucks and he wants to continue his studies at USC for film and television production.

Fuck, who needs a school and degrees! He can't stand to go to school but he respected Al's choice to go there.

School is not important for him, as long as he was working a job he really likes, he could die with a smile on his face.

Al also has a sister, a foster sibling who was living in the same orphanage as him. He was really amazed at them both. Behind their weakness, their struggle to rise is breathtaking.

Although his sister really didn't like his taste about a film very much, and always looking at him like a sick person, which he did show her numerous times, she tolerated him because he was Al's friend.

"Quentin, stop working! This is New Year for god's sake." Said Jameson, one of his working colleagues who has been working here since a long time ago, before the owner changed hands to Alphonse.

"Look, I have some invitations, a party, the big ones! There will be girls and booze! Wanna join me?" Jameson continued.

Quentin pondered, he did really loved films but a party once or twice really nice too, "Okay, why not. Who held this anyway?"

"Some second-tier production house like us, but this man is known as party animals, at least there are girls, a tall, curvy, big breasted!"

'Foot?' Quentin wanna said that, but he was not familiar with this man.

He found it weird though, why Al knew he had a foot fetish, no way, it can't be, right? Maybe he also had it.

When he thought back again, Mary did have a beautiful foot when she took off her high heels. He accidentally saw it when he barged into her office, which he got a cold and scary glare from her, he didn't wish to experience it again though.

He held back his shuddered spine and said, "Why not? Let's go there."

~~~

He arrived in one of the mansions in Hollywood and it was crowded by the sea of party animals.

Jameson was right. Loud music, booze, a lot of women from San Fernando Valley was over here.

Suddenly, Quentin saw familiar faces but he can't remember where the hell he saw them before.

But before he could have a total recall on them, Jameson suddenly came and brought him some cans of Heineken for him.

"Drink it up, Quentin. With this baby, tomorrow you'll wake up and reborn as a new person!" He screamed.

He thought that Jameson was stupid, like 5% alcohol can affect him.

Well, Jameson was either right and wrong. He was right that Quentin will wake up as a new person but not because of beers.

The next morning, Quentin woke up with 2 naked ladies each in his arms, in an unknown room in this mansion.

He raised his body with a painful grunt and grabbed his head in pain. "Fucking Jameson, that's a fucking coke he gave me, damn it!"

After searching for water in the mansion to sober him up, he accidentally eavesdropped on the conversation with the familiar person. The person he tried to recall before was interrupted by Jameson.

"Thank you, Harv, I wish you told me sooner, you are the best party planner! I didn't expect it turned into orgies." He laughed with 3 other peoples.

"Welcome to Hollywood Mr. Adrian!" He boasted. He was a fat man with a balding head and must be the one who held this party.

"You can have orgies every single day, and fuck any girls you wanted. You don't even have to promise them a thing, as long as they know you are the producer and a Hollywood writer, you can get anything from them without paying anything!" The fat man added.

"I didn't expect it to Adrian! I would choose you Harvey, rather than those unpopular film companies. As long as you promise me, get those girls when I directed Adrian's script, I could die without regrets." This one was his other friend.

"No problem Barry! As long as you are happy! So, both of you will consider my offer right?" Harvey said.

The three of them nodded and they stormed out from the mansion.

As for Quentin, he was shocked after hearing that.

Of course, he knew them! Especially those 3 people who boasted that they were having orgies last night, they supposed to be working with them.

They were Barry Levinson, Adrian Cronauer, and Mitch Markowitz! They were the backbone of the film <Good Morning, Vietman>, the film they were supposed to shoot.

As for the fat man, he knew him. Mary always has a distaste when she said his name, he was Harvey Weinstein, their rival company.

It looks like he succeeded in stealing the project Muspelheim Films has, he needed to report this to Mary and Al as soon as possible.

Shit, why when there was a crisis like this time, they went to England.

Fin.