Chapter 67
Machine Gun Dance
Chapter 67 Machine Gun Dance
At the Wild Beast House, Martin changed into his dance costume, stretched his body, and, surrounded by the handsome men, arrived at the backstage exit.
Hart was exceptionally excited: "Daddy Martin, we've finally waited for you to come on stage! It's been so long!" He walked to the front of the circular stage, as if facing countless audience members: "The King is about to ascend his throne!"
Martin strode forward, standing on the circular stage for the first time. Ignoring Hart and Carrington, he turned to the side of the stage: "Annie?"
Annie, a middle-aged woman, is from the Savannah College of the Arts and is a professional choreographer who collaborates with Wild Things House. She was hired by the production team to serve as the dance director.
She asked, "Have you studied dance?"
Martin said, "I practiced disco and street dance when I was younger, just messing around with it."
Needless to say, the performances by the extras were chaotic and disorganized, and dancing is a powerful tool for picking up girls.
Anne asked someone to turn on some music: "Let me see your sense of rhythm and flexibility."
Martin, keeping time with the music, danced a short disco routine he had practiced in his previous life.
"Her sense of rhythm is excellent." Annie said as she went on stage, "My body is a bit stiff..."
Martin said, "I used to just jump around randomly, without any professional guidance."
Annie circled around him and said, "You have a great physique. If you give me two months, I can train you to be that good, but the preparation time is too short."
She had an in-depth conversation with director Benjamin: "I designed three dances specifically for you."
Martin nodded. "I've warmed up. Let's begin."
The group of handsome men around them all retreated backstage, and I don't know what they went to do.
Anne is a very creative choreographer: "The first section is called the Zombie Machine Gun Dance. Its essence lies in the rapid shaking, like a machine gun firing, when the music reaches its climax."
She put her hands on her hips, twisted her waist and swayed her hips, violently shaking her pelvis.
Martin immediately understood the key to the dance: it was similar to machine gun firing!
American B-movies, those who know, know.
Anne gestured with her hands, indicating to her assistant to adjust the music, and said to Martin, "Now do the movements with me."
As the music started, Anne stood slightly in front of Martin, demonstrating the movements and saying, "Arm swing, head tilt, left foot forward, right foot on the ground, swing, pounce... Okay, one more time!"
Martin did exactly as Anne asked.
Another take is complete, and the music is about to reach its climax. Annie shouts, "Arch your body back, thrust your hips forward, twist your waist and sway your hips, sprint with your fastest speed and most intense rhythm!"
Martin leaned back, arching his body as if facing Kelly and Louise alone, swaying wildly and rapidly at an incredible speed and rhythm!
"Excellent!" Annie exclaimed, watching the exaggerated swinging motions and rhythm. "Keep it up, like machine gun fire!"
When the music ended, Martin stopped. Because he had done so much practice and training in his daily life, he didn't feel any soreness or fatigue from such a large-scale, fast-paced activity.
Anne encouraged him loudly, "You're a genius, Martin! You've basically mastered the essence of this dance."
Martin was very dedicated; he treated it as special training, knowing it would come in handy later: "Annie, let's do it again."
Anne nodded: "Music!"
This is not a musical. The dance moves designed by Anne are relatively simple. The final film will definitely be rated R, and the dance part will naturally focus on showcasing the charm of hormones.
As the dance music reached its climax, Martin once again charged and swayed at a fast tempo, like a machine gun that could never run out of ammo.
After a few jumps, during a break, Annie whispered, "Your girlfriend must be very happy."
Bruce suddenly appeared from behind: "You didn't know? His girlfriend is Earth."
Martin stretched out his middle finger behind him, but it was gently brushed aside. He turned around and saw that it was pointing at Robert's big head.
Robert withdrew his hand, opened a can of Coke, and handed it to Martin: "Thanks."
Martin pointed to the table next to him: "Put it down first."
Robert was exhausted and didn't want to explain anymore, so he simply shut his mouth.
Martin introduced Robert to Anne, saying that he would be playing the club owner.
Anne said, "You have a dance routine; I'll show you the original version in a bit."
Robert pointed to himself and asked, "Me too? I'll scare the audience like this."
Anne asked her assistant to bring over her laptop and played a music video in which a girl was dancing gracefully.
"This is a French song that just came out this spring," she explained simply. "The dance is particularly charming and very spiritual."
Martin listened carefully and vaguely remembered: "This singer seems to be Alizée from France."
Anne nodded: "Yes, it's her!" She looked at Robert: "It was a perfect dance. The effect was amazing when you performed it on stage."
Robert wiped the sweat from his brow: "How is that possible!"
Anne said, "Benjamin said this is a comedy, and the contrast is what makes it funny."
"How could it be suitable for me?" Robert couldn't believe it.
Martin pointed to the screen, then to him, and said in Robert's words, "She has a big forehead, and you have a big forehead too, a perfect match!"
Robert, thinking of the hard-won role with lines, gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, I'll do it!"
Martin checked the time and asked Anne, "Shall we continue?"
Anne handed the laptop to Robert: "Read it a few more times."
The music started again, and Martin continued practicing his machine gun dance.
Bruce stood next to Robert, hands in his pockets, and as he watched the most impressive part of the dance, he suddenly said, "I now believe that this piece of shit won over the producer with sheer skill."
Robert, confused, asked, "What hard power?"
Bruce said, "It's better if you don't know; it's easy to feel inferior."
By the afternoon, the first zombie machine gun dance had come to an end. After teaching Robert some disassembly moves to increase his flexibility, Annie helped Martin familiarize himself with the second dance.
"This is a group dance," Anne described it vividly, "called 'The Dance of Demons'."
Martin said, "Something doesn't sound right to me."
As an artist, Anne was very serious: "You'll understand when you see it."
She shouted towards the backstage entrance, "Ladies, come out!"
"dad!"
A near-uniform voice rang out, and eighteen tall, stocking-clad "beauties" ran onto the stage, spreading out into a circle to surround Martin and Annie. Led by two blonde beauties, they charged forward in a sliding kneeling motion.
At first glance, it looks like a hundred flowers are in full bloom!
Upon closer inspection, Martin was stunned. These stinking dog poops were wearing long wigs, prosthetic clothes, and long stockings, and they even had fluffy tails.
Some of them hadn't even shaved!
Like a flower.
Anne explained, "Today was just practice."
Martin couldn't deny it: "It was truly a chaotic mess."
All I can say is that this is truly a horror zombie comedy.
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(End of this chapter)