I'm so charming, there are always men who love me

Chapter 4

Rome, Italy

Margaret is on the location of The Pianist at Sea in Rome, where the ship Virginia, on which the hero, Nineteen Hundred, survived his entire life, uses a one hundred and sixty-five meter long decommissioned Russian ship.

The Virginia does have its ship in history, and it is even related to the big ship that James Cameron is busy with.

It is said that when the Titanic sank, the Virginia was nearby where it could pick up wireless signals.

Marguerite, who came to Rome at the same time as Tornadore, was the forty-fifth member of the cast, and to the rest of the cast and seventy-five members of the crew, the new French actress, who a few days before had been virtually unknown, was nothing short of magical.

Her newly minted agent, Brian Lord, was a man of extraordinary mobility, and after Margaret signed on with him, he quickly demonstrated his skill at cutting through Hollywood.

The news that newcomer actress Margaret Ajani, will soon be joining the casts of The Story of Adele Hugo and The Pianist at Sea for filming has been the big news in the world of cinema lately.

This is apparently supposed to be the work of the PR team, and Brian Lord is temporarily replacing Margaret's not-yet-formed PR system.

In fact, Margaret only has this one gold agent for the time being, and the necessary manager and PR team to break into Hollywood is still considered a luxury for a newcomer who is just starting out for the time being.

In Hollywood, strictly speaking, it is the agent and the manager who jointly undertake the work of artist agency.

California law and the industry unions have strict rules that clearly delineate the power of the agent and manager - the agent offers the artist employment opportunities, while the manager advises the artist on which opportunities to accept.

And the public relations team plays the matchmaking role, with filmmakers needing publicists to help them plan publicity, garner support during awards season, and get more eyeballs.

Brian Lord flew to Rome himself to show his sincerity, while the arms dealer who had traveled with him earlier in Paris was building weapons at his Malibu beach mansion.

Suited and booted, Brian stood at Margaret's side, "At your request, I will not be revealing your whereabouts to Mr. Stark, and really, very few women turn him down, Margaret."

The brunette's voice was pleasant, "You may call me Margot-"

Margaret didn't even mention the gentleman, but what she didn't know was that the arms dealer with the caramel-colored, mesmerizing eyes was premeditating behind her back to get her to approve of his playboy charms and bow down to him.

The clueless Margaret smiled, "I prefer the nickname Margot."

Margaret's nickname was usually Maggie, but she was more accustomed to being called Margot, though the name now usually stood for an unlucky princess and queen in the public's mind, speaking, of course, of her.

Brian praised, "Maggie seems a little too down to earth, and Margot sounds nice."

In fact Brian Lord, the CAA tyrant, was the one who called her approachable.

If the bisexual big shot wasn't in the middle of a steamy romance with his boyfriend, I'm afraid many people would have to suspect that Margaret is his new lover.

Brokers' commissions are capped at no more than 10 percent, according to the California Law and Trades Union, but the CAA managing partner accepts that figure as nothing short of benevolent.

I'm afraid the money Brian made on Ajani during the one-year term of his first contract wouldn't have paid for the pair of sapphire cufflinks with a circle of diamonds on his shirt.

But Brian was pretty sure that when he signed a three-year contract extension, it would give those old Hollywood guys a cynical red-eye.

Especially the leaning William Morris Endeavor Agency, which would see him lead the just-turned-nineteen-year-old Margaret Ajani all the way to Hollywood's heights and prosperity.

"By the way-"

Brian frowned at the cacophony of the deck; the movie had up to ten thousand crowd members in total.

For example, at this moment, there were hundreds of mass actors on the set ready to shoot, it was inevitable that the large number of people was difficult to manage, and it was easy to mix in unrelated people.

"You'll need at least one bodyguard, and just last week a burglar snuck into Demi Moore's Beverly Hills mansion, the second scare she's had this year."

"That's Demi Moore, who just starred in Strippers a couple months ago for twelve and a half million dollars." Margaret lifted the script, "And I'm just a stage actress getting ready to shoot her first scene in her first movie."

Brian Lord had the air of a man who had been in power for a long time, "Margo, believe me, in time, your name will be on every corner of the world."

Margaret held out her hand to him, raising an eyebrow, "Coincidentally, so do I. Good working together, Mr. Lord."

Brian Lord smiled and shook her hand, "You're definitely the coolest chick I've ever met, Ms. Ajani."

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At $20 million, The Pianist at Sea was well above the average for Italian films, and Tornadore called the fee paid for Marguerite generous - after all, she was currently a newcomer and had only four short scenes.

The most important of these, of course, is Margaret's entrance as Padovan.

After his exciting battle with Jerry, the self-proclaimed "Granddaddy of Jazz," the sea pianist 1900 has become so famous that his record company is ready to record him on vinyl on board the ship.

Inside the empty hull of the ship, the recording engineer's voice was excited, "This is an extraordinary moment in the history of recordings, the future is full of opportunities, Mr. Nineteen Нundred, if this record sells, you'll have a great future ahead of you!"

The label head in a black suit inquired, "Is it okay if I call you 19 from now on?"

The name 1900 is obviously too weird, well, actually 19 isn't much better.

"All clear, please be quiet, one, two, three, start-"

Nineteen Hundred's hands were then placed on the keys.

The talented 1900 was uninhibited and untouchable, playing was his lifelong love, and this amazing musical genius always seemed to be able to play jaw-droppingly beautiful music with ease.

Nineteen Нundred's fingers seemed to be connected to his eyes and heart, and at the moment, he was looking through the porthole at the young girl on the deck.

The sea breeze blew her black hair, but it could not cover her delicate features, and those ice-blue eyes, in the midst of the sad classical beauty, showed a hint of mystery and fragility, like an angel untainted by mortal dust.

1900's eyes can not help but chase her, through a porthole, the air seems to contain a surge of love.

She had a superb face, like a fawn drinking at a stream, and was looking up at him, not even realizing how beautiful she was.

There was a beautiful, sad loneliness in those eyes, that was even morbid, but which fascinated Nineteen Hundred.

Silent and romantic to the core, there is nothing more impulsive and mysterious than love.

Behind the camera Tornadore at this time immensely grateful for his decision, only such a beauty that can make all men crazy, can become the goddess of inspiration in the life of 1900, let him impulsively miss wandering, and even moved for her to get off the boat.

And in 1900 finally stopped, give up the ship, only to deepen the shock, the sea pianist is a tragedy of fate and character tragedy intertwined sufferer, but noble as such.

"Good!" raises Tornadore's vocal line, expressing favoritism without scruple, "Ajani, all Italy will go crazy for you."

Margaret stepped forward and followed the director back to the camera footage in the monitor.

On the other side of the room, Brian Lord, who was working on assembling a team for her, was quite sure that she would shock the world of cinema when it was time to finish filming these two movies.

Tornadore's preference for Ajani did not cause any discontent among the other actors, and with such beauty and expressiveness, it was only a matter of time before she would be among the most famous actors.

The week passed very quickly, and Marguerite was about to shoot her last scene today, the farewell scene on the deck, which was the only time Nineteen Нundred spoke to Padovan.

Tim Roth, who plays 1900, is not very good-tempered, but is a real actor, at least his interpretation of 1900 is very convincing, and never intentionally steal the scene in the filming, so that his co-stars do not have the pressure of being pressured to act.

Margaret's final scene is the disembarkation of the ship after arriving in the U.S. Hundreds or thousands of actors crowded the deck, and the slender brunette was squeezed in by the tide of people, looking thin and weak.

Nineteen Нundred, who came against the tide, apologizes for squeezing through in all directions while calling out, "Mademoiselle-"

He finally comes to her side and states that he had met the girl's father and used to ensemble.

After a few short conversations, he even gets a kiss on the cheek, but the packed crowd once again takes Padovan away and Nineteen Hundred fails to deliver the one and only vinyl record.

The immensely crowded black mass of people was all Nineteen Нundred had the courage to raise his voice and shout, "Good luck-"

"Thank you, and good luck to you too-" the brunette had a charming smile on her face, "Perhaps you could come and see us; we live at twenty-seven Mott Street, and my father owns a fish store."

The bowler-hatted Nineteen Hundred's voice trailed off as he replied, "Perhaps."

His eyes followed Padovan at all times, watching as the single girl disembarked with the throngs of people and made her way to the Immigration desk below the ship to be stamped with permission to disembark.

Every time the brunette gazed back at him, it made him hover uncomfortably, and for the first time he even felt the urge to get off the boat.

She had the most beautiful and melancholic eyes in the world, and she was so deep that the depth and mystery beneath her soft exterior was astonishing.

"Good!"

With director Tornadore's voice, Ajani's scenes in The Pianist at Sea were all over.

It's a short four scenes, but it flows well enough to be amazing.

She seems to be born for the movie, sometimes sensitive and fragile, sometimes mysterious, the depth under the soft appearance is so deep that people can't take their eyes off her, no matter what kind of expression her delicate features put on, it's a kind of thrilling beauty.

In order to check the performance she had just given, Margaret was preparing to board the hull again and go behind the camera to watch a replay of the footage with the director.

The not-so-spacious, highly inclined steps were still filled with a number of massed actors, all wearing dark coats and bowler hats or berets.

When she was two-thirds of the way through her walk, the change came precipitously--the

The plank of the ladder on which Margaret was stepping suddenly broke, and she almost fell off as her feet gave way.

She heard the gasps of surprise in her ears, but obviously couldn't learn to fly without a teacher, and could only pray that this on-set accident would only cause her to crack a few ribs instead of going to God.

But unexpectedly, she fell into some hard and extraordinarily secure embrace.

His muscles were hard and powerful, like iron wrapped in velvet.

The tall, strong man appeared to be today's crowd pleaser, the black bowler hat he had been wearing had fallen to the floor from the drastic movement, and the ends of his dark brown hair flew outward like the two small ears of a canine.

Uh...fierce and cute.

Margaret looked into the stoic, handsome face of the "actor", "I'm sorry, what's your name?"

"Logan." His voice was low.

"Hello, Mr. Logan," Margaret smiled at him, inquiring politely, "Can you put me down?"

At his imposing height of six feet three, he carried the slightly petite Margaret in his arms as if he were casually pinning a rag doll.

So easy, so effortless, that he almost forgot to put it down.