When Marshall opened his eyes early in the morning, the bad feeling of a hangover made him snort softly. He froze for a second or two before he remembered where he was, and he got out of bed just in time to see Theolod reading while curled up on the single couch and still asleep.

He was such an amazing child, and last night his calm speech and clear thinking made Marshall almost forget that he was only a seventeen-year-old boy, and now when he was quiet and leaned back on the couch, Marshall realized that he was still just a child.

When he was his age, he was still chasing girls in middle school and playing pranks on his teacher's back, and he had been alone in a strange city for three months, working in restaurants during the day and bars at night to support himself.

Marshall looked at the faint dark circles on the young man's delicate face, and couldn't help but sigh, but he didn't expect this sound to wake up Theolod from his light sleep.

There was a brief moment of confusion in his beautiful blue-green eyes, and when he laid those eyes on Marshall, they instantly regained the clarity of their master.

"Awake?" Marshall rubbed Theolod's hair, the soft golden hair felt like he was petting a kitten, "When you wake up, go wash your face, tidy up, and I'll treat you to breakfast." You don't have any nutritious breakfast at home. ”

Theolod looked at Marshall, who was disheveled, with a crooked tie and a few handfuls of hair on his head, smiled lowly, glanced at the alarm clock on the side, and shook his head: "Save this for after I officially make my first movie, it's not too early, I have to go to work." ”

As he spoke, he put down his legs, which had been numb from holding one position, and walked into the bathroom, and said naturally: "You can go home and draw up a contract, I have an hour between my morning and evening shifts, from six to seven, and you can come to me at any time during this time period, at the supermarket next to the bar last night, and if it is beyond this time, please come back tomorrow." ”

…… This kid, his hair hasn't grown, and he hasn't acted in a movie yet, so he started to play big names, and he will pay it back in the future, look at this time arrangement, and he still has to make an appointment when he sees the artists under his hands? Marshall looked at his back with some tears and laughter, sorted out his shirt, picked up his hair on his head, put on his coat, and put on his shoes.

He was sure that he smelled as bad as a homeless man on the street, and all he wanted to do now was rush home and take a hot shower.

"Well, I'll be looking for you at half-past six, and you have to make sure you'll be there at the supermarket. Marshall shouted in the direction of the bathroom.

"No problem. ”

Hearing Theorod's response, Marshall said goodbye and left his little attic.

Listening to the sound of the door closing, a relieved expression appeared on Theorod's face. He looked at himself in the mirror, he knew that he had made an impulsive decision, because he looked exactly like that person, and even had the same name, and choosing him as his agent, he knew that he should be cautious, after all, the people of this world are not equal to the people of his world, his body and his own previous experience are examples.

He couldn't be sure if this Marshall was as capable as his Marshall—after all, the other party's current situation was very unoptimistic—but he did it anyway, so immature, just for the inexplicable impulse and trust in his heart.

Okay, don't be suspicious, don't be suspicious, at least they still have similarities, they're all heterosexual, aren't they?Theolod smiled self-deprecatingly, and now he just hopes that this Marshall can also be a good agent, otherwise in the end, ......

You can only dismiss him, your dream is to chase the joy of the show, and there can be no obstacle in your path.

Theolod seemed to hear another voice, as if it was just his own thoughts. He saw the disguise in his eyes in the mirror, and he felt that he was starting to feel restless again, and he could also feel that he was not in good spirits.

Too much stress can exacerbate your depression.

That's enough!

Theolod slammed the bathroom door, hurriedly tidied himself up, and went out with a crossbody bag.

"Oh, thank goodness, Theo, you're finally here, and if the other slackers are as diligent as you are, then I'll be able to live a little longer. The owner of the restaurant where Theorod worked was a woman in her fifties named Susan, who had the typical figure of a woman of her age in the United States, and had a warm and welcoming smile. She couldn't help but sigh a little when she saw Theorod pushing the door in before seven o'clock.

The child with the highest attendance in the past three months was the seventeen-year-old child, who was more punctual than any clock, never late, but very hard-working at a young age, more diligent than the other waitresses under her, and helped her a lot, so she had a very good impression of this child.

Just like today, Monday, the busiest time of the week, although the people of Los Angeles do not live a fast-paced life like New York, they are not slow-paced, and now is the rush hour, there are countless people who buy coffee to take out or solve breakfast, Susan is almost dizzy alone, fortunately, she sees her savior.

"I can't let a lady fall into the clutches of this group of office workers, can I?" Theolod replied with a warm, but not overly intimate smile from Susan, and winked teasingly, as if she had almost lost control in her own bathroom.

Susan looked at Theolod's appearance as a big boy, and couldn't help but push him with a smile: "Okay, your mouth is the sweetest, you can coax people so much at such a young age, and you can pay it back when you grow up, but no matter how sweet your mouth is, I won't be soft on you, go and change your clothes, the guests at tables 3 and 14 have been waiting for a long time!"

"Yes!" Theolod walked into the locker room, where the cafeteria noise was instantly blocked by the locker room door, leaving only a faint hum.

The smile on his lips was as warm as the sun faded away, and Theolod opened his cabinet, quickly changed into his uniform, and when he reopened the door of the restaurant, he became the sweet-mouthed waiter again.

A day's work in a restaurant is very exhausting, but Theorod is young and strong enough to withstand long hours. Soon it was time to get off work, so he changed his clothes, said goodbye to Susan, and walked out of the dining room quickly.

The restaurant where he works during the day is still some distance from the bar, and if he needs to run, it will take about 15 minutes, and he can do it in 10 minutes. Normally, Theolod chooses to run, on the one hand, because he has to save money, and on the other hand, his day is so full of work that he has no time to exercise, so he can only use this free time to exercise.

And his morning and Marshall's better supermarket is another of Theorod's other part-time jobs that are hardly a part-time job. At first, he just worked as a dishwasher in a bar, but one night when he finished working at the bar and passed by the supermarket, he happened to see that the old owner of the supermarket was still cleaning up the inventory so late, so he helped out.

By the way, he had also agreed with the old gentleman that he would come over and help for 40 minutes a day, and that he would only have to provide him with a dinner that was approaching the end of the day.

Maybe it was seeing Theolod come out to work so hard at such a young age, or maybe seeing him reminded him of his grandson, and the old man readily agreed.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Wood, how was the day?" said Theorod, gasping for breath, and ran into the supermarket to greet the old man sitting at the cash register.

"Good afternoon, Theo, it's still the same, but you're here early today. The old man said, pushing a piece of bread and a bottle of milk in front of him in front of Theorod, "Sit down and rest and eat something before going to the warehouse, I haven't eaten much this week anyway." ”

"No, Mr. Wood, I actually made an appointment at half-past six, so I can only help you for 20 minutes to-day, half the time, and I can't pay so much. Theolod said hurriedly, taking the bread from the table, "I'll go to the warehouse first." ”

Seeing Theolod running into the staff passage so simply, Wood quickly stood up and shouted, "It's okay, you can take the milk too, you're growing your body!"

"Don't worry, I'll grow to six feet!"

This kid ...... Wood shook his head and sat down. It didn't take long for him to see a man in a suit and leather shoes walking in from outside, with a gruff on his head and a stubble face, and he began to look around when he entered the door, probably looking for someone. Wood called Theolod out with a piece of bread in his mouth to clean up the goods, and when he saw the comer, he immediately shoved the bread into his mouth and reached out to the man.

"Are you sure you want to talk here?" Marshall looked at him speechlessly. Shouldn't they go to a café or somewhere else to talk about it? After all, the terms of the contract are not so easy for a seventeen-year-old boy to understand.

"Or else?"

Looking at Theolod's puzzled eyes, Marshall had no choice but to take out the contract from his briefcase and hand it to him: "You can take a good look, what we discussed yesterday is written in this, if you don't understand something, I can help you explain, of course, you can also find a lawyer." ”

Theolod has signed countless large and small contracts in his previous life, and although most of them are handled by consulting lawyers, he still understands the basic agent contract. He quickly flipped through the pages, Marshall was indeed a very kind man, and he did not hide or deceive the other party because of his age.

It only took Theolod five minutes to read the entire contract, and at the end, he looked at Marshall and said, "One thing to add, for all jobs, whether it's movies, TV series, interviews, interviews, photo album shooting, etc., I have the final choice." ”

Marshall frowned, he wanted to persuade Theolod a few words, but when he looked into the other man's overly mature eyes, somehow, he nodded.

So Theolod picked up the pen and added it, and then signed it.

Although he found an agent, Theolod didn't expect to get an interview the next day, and he was going to save up enough for the Screen Actors Guild's $1,600 membership fee first. But what he didn't expect was that Marshall suddenly ran to his bar the next night and excitedly told him that he had been offered an interview.

You know, even Marshall, the top agent in his world, can't be so efficient. At that moment, Theolod realized something: "How did you get this opportunity?"

The smile on Marshall's face stiffened for a few seconds, and he was a little unnaturally ready to brush the process aside: "...... An old acquaintance, don't care, you got it anyway, don't you? It's eight o'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow, you'd better get ready...... Wait, what are you going to do?"

As he spoke, he shouted when he saw Theolod walking back to the bar without looking back.

"Job. ”

"But the interview ......"

"That's an acquired thing. ”

"Aren't you curious about what the interview role is?"

"We can talk when I get off work. ”

“……”