Chapter 719: Popular Attractions of Disney Studios

Inside the bustling recording studio at Disney Studios, where creativity flowed as freely as the coffee, Martin leaned back, his voice tinged with a hint of mischief, "Ever feel like we're pulling the wool over Hollywood's eyes? It's a town built on the art of deception."

David Fincher, the mastermind behind the lens, nodded in agreement, his eyes alight with anticipation, "Absolutely."

Exiting the studio, Martin turned to David, his brow furrowed with concern, "Was that alright?"

David motioned for the sound engineer to work their magic, tweaking the levels and adding finesse to the recorded dialogue. After a moment, he removed his headset, a satisfied grin playing on his lips, "Solid work."

As they strolled out, David turned to Martin, curiosity gleaming in his eyes, "Feeling confident about snagging that Best Actor Oscar this time around?"

Martin shrugged, a smirk dancing on his lips, "Reasonably so. But, David, don't forget to rally some votes for me."

"Consider it done," David assured him, then added with a chuckle, "And be sure to hook me up with your PR team."

Martin nodded, his PR team known for their prowess in the cutthroat world of Hollywood politics, "Whenever you're ready, I'll make the introductions."

Their conversation shifted to the upcoming awards season and the intricacies of their respective projects. David confided, "Post-production for 'Argo' might drag on a bit. This could be my swan song with the Oscars. Win or lose, I'm stepping back from the Academy's games."

Martin nodded understandingly, "Plenty of time before 'Argo' hits the screens, David. You're covered."

As they spoke, Martin's phone interrupted, and he excused himself to answer. Taylor Swift's voice rang clear through the receiver, announcing her impromptu visit to Disney Studios for contract negotiations.

Surprised, Martin asked, "Disney Studios? You're here already?"

Taylor chuckled, her voice dripping with amusement, "Already here, and let me tell you, the ambiance screams Disney. Signs everywhere about not doing your business in public. Classic."

Martin sighed, knowing all too well the reputation Disney Studios held, "Unfortunately, it's become a trademark of sorts. Just head over to Studio 9 where 'La La Land' crew is stationed. I'll join you in about an hour."

"Got it, see you soon," Taylor replied before hanging up.

Martin pocketed his phone, heading off to meet with producer Graham King, their discussion revolving around the intricacies of the adapted script for "Prince of Thieves."

Amidst the whirlwind of activity surrounding "Argo," Martin found himself mostly sidelined from the nitty-gritty details. David Fincher spearheaded the post-production efforts, while Louise Meyer diligently managed the day-to-day operations of the crew.

Meanwhile, Graham's focus zeroed in on the negotiations he'd hashed out with Martin regarding their next venture: "Prince of Thieves."

Closing the script with a satisfied nod, Graham turned his attention to Martin, his eyes alight with anticipation, "This script is top-notch. When can we kick off preparations?"

Martin grinned, the wheels already turning in his mind, "As the producer, it's all on your schedule. We're looking at a $40 million investment from Davis Studio for this project."

The financial aspect loomed large, but Graham was undeterred, "I'll cover the remaining $20 million. It's a risk worth taking."

Despite having GK Production Company under his belt, Graham knew the limitations of medium-scale productions. Collaborating with others meant pooling resources and mitigating risks.

"Let's nail down a director first, then dive into the details," Graham suggested, turning to Martin for input, "Any candidates in mind?"

Caught up in the whirlwind of socializing and networking, Martin admitted, "Not at the moment. WMA might have some recommendations though."

A mischievous twinkle danced in Graham's eyes as he broached a daring idea, "Martin, rumor has it you once tried your hand at directing on set. Ever consider making it more than just a cameo?"

Martin's laugh was self-deprecating, "I dabbled, but let's just say, my talents lie elsewhere. Directing is a whole different ball game."

He shrugged, acknowledging the stark contrast between acting and directing, "I've tried, but directing demands a level of skill I just don't possess."

Graham nodded in understanding, "We'll focus on finding the right fit then."

After exchanging ideas on the project's trajectory, Martin bid farewell, making his way to Studio Nine. Preparing a film was a labyrinthine process, requiring meticulous planning and patience. From script to screen, the journey could span years—a testament to the intricate dance of creativity and logistics that defined Hollywood's landscape.

After years of toiling as an extra and juggling shifts as a soda shop attendant, Mia's dream project, "La La Land," finally materialized into its own studio. Its presence proclaimed by a gleaming copper nameplate outside Studio 9.

Martin strode into the studio, immediately drawn to the sound of music wafting from the specially modified dance studio within.

Inside, Taylor Swift and Sebastian were engrossed in a lively discussion about music, their faces animated with passion.

Spotting Martin, Mia moved to greet him, but he silenced her with a gesture, nodding towards the duo immersed in their creative exchange.

Taking a seat, Martin observed the conversation, though the technical jargon flew over his head.

As Sebastian settled at the piano and began to play, Taylor's voice filled the room, a melancholic melody that seemed to weave tales of longing and reminiscence.

Mia listened intently, the haunting strains of the music conjuring images of the script's protagonists and their bittersweet journey.

Similarly captivated, Martin envisioned the Hollywood ending—success, love, and lingering regret—a perfect fit for the industry's penchant for drama.

As Taylor finished her performance, Martin applauded warmly, "Bravo!"

Taylor, ever humble, confessed, "I'm pleased with it too."

Sebastian, rising from the piano, remarked, "This song perfectly captures the essence of our script's finale."

Mia chimed in, "Indeed, it transported me straight into the scene."

A flicker of something passed through Sebastian's eyes as he glanced at Mia, but Martin remained neutral, respecting their personal dynamics.

Taylor, seizing the moment, looped her arm through Martin's, her gaze hopeful, "Do you think this song will make waves?"

"Absolutely," Martin affirmed, though his confidence in the music market was admittedly limited.

After all, many iconic movie theme songs were initially met with skepticism by directors and producers. The tale of "My Heart Will Go On" and James Cameron's initial disdain for it stood as a testament to the unpredictability of success in the industry.

Sebastian leaned in, his voice laced with conviction, "Mr. Davis, I truly believe Miss Swift's song is the perfect fit for our finale."

Martin's smile widened in agreement, "I'll work on negotiating that."

Taylor winked mischievously, "I'll have my agent aim high for the deal."

With a playful tug, she beckoned Martin to follow, "Come on, work's done. Let's swing by Disney Studios. A friend will be joining us soon."

Martin raised an eyebrow, intrigued, "Another addition to the best friend squad?"

"She wants in, but I'm not keen, and you aren't either," Taylor quipped as they exited the studio, "You remember her from Nashville, Katy Perry."

"What's she doing here?" Martin inquired.

Taylor divulged, "We're staging a photo op, flaunting our friendship on social media, then staging a feud at the Grammys."

Martin chuckled, giving her a thumbs up, "You're always playing the game."

Their stroll halted as Taylor pointed at an oversized sun umbrella, "Is this where Emma Watson had her mishap?"

Martin confirmed, "Right here."

Taylor sighed wistfully, "Too bad I missed it…"

Martin ushered her away, "Trust me, you're not missing much."

As they passed a public restroom, Taylor pointed to a familiar lamppost, "I remember this spot, Depp's girlfriend…"

Martin cut her off, "Why do you always remember the weirdest things?"

"Don't you know?" Taylor exclaimed, surprised, "These are the highlights of Disney Studios, even more attention-grabbing than Mickey Mouse at the gate."

Martin shook his head, blaming Nicholson and Saoirse Ronan for tarnishing the studio's reputation. What happened to the magic of Disney?

Their wanderings were interrupted by the arrival of Taylor's friend, Katy Perry.

Against the backdrop of Disneyland's iconic Mickey Mouse, Martin played photographer as the two divas posed and snapped selfies, cementing their sisterly bond for the world to see.

Katy Perry's visit was brief, and she bid farewell after ten minutes, leaving the duo to bask in their social media glory.

Taylor handed Martin her phone, pulling up Twitter to show off their recent photoshoots with Katy.

Martin raised an eyebrow, "How long have you been playing up this friendship?"

Taylor reminisced, "Over a month now, and the buildup is almost complete."

With a longing glance at her phone, she mused, "I can't wait for the dramatic fallout. It's going to be epic."