To be honest, Arnold Schwarzenegger didn't even need to act. The Terminator was a role tailor-made for him.
Even the shadowy figures around Hollywood had to admit that the personal trainer assigned by William White was indeed a perfect fit for the role. Well, he wasn't just any trainer; he was a top-tier bodybuilding champion, world-class to boot.
Hollywood's pecking order could be quite frustrating at tis.
A bodybuilding champion might not snag the niece of the Kennedys, and in reality, having a bunch of bodybuilding titles didn't guarantee a thing. Arnold was currently facing that awkward situation.
Fortunately, everything changed after he received a call from White Films. At least, his girlfriend believed this muscle man was about to hit it big.
Working as a reporter for one of William White's companies, she certainly knew her boss's keen eye. So what if he used to be a truck driver? That Broadway extra from the corner street wasn't doing too shabby now, was she?
William White certainly knew that the Kennedy niece worked at his company, but he wasn't particularly interested; that girl had quite the appetite. What made him nervous was the Kennedy family's bad luck.
The muscle man beca an overnight sensation without any warning. Ever since the movie ca out, he was only getting more popular by the day.
Fans were thrilled, and White Films was heard loud and clear -- they weren't playing with any sappy stuff anymore. Muscle n were where it was at; they had real energy.
William White was just curious about how the Kennedy heiress managed to attract this guy. He looked fierce enough to destroy everything in his path.
Unbeknownst to him, while he was mulling over the situation, our bodybuilding champion was just smiling stupidly. The celebration party was bustling tonight, filled with industry bigwigs. The quiet guy could only manage a goofy grin.
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"William, what's your take on this? How on earth did you discover such a guy?"
"How did you find Harrison Ford? Acting isn't about good or bad; it's all about suitability."
"True, if this guy joined Star Wars, it would definitely be a disaster."
"Lucas, don't underestimate him; he might have so serious skills in certain areas. Just look at how smitten the Kennedy girl looks."
"Tsk, too bad she's a niece. Otherwise, you two would be quite the pair."
"Don't scare , man. I'm too young for that; maybe you should give it a shot."
"You actually believe in that curse?"
"Why wouldn't I? Look at the one taking the heat; he's standing tall while sharing the stage. His wife didn't make it either -- remarried and still cursed!"
"Gee, is that the infamous sharp tongue? You're a bit harsh there."
Let's not dwell on those two jerks discussing soone's girlfriend. Tonight's dinner was about William White.
However, those ladies might leave disappointed. Sophie Marceau didn't care about any of that; she was determined to stick by him. There simply wasn't enough attention to go around, and if that guy wandered off to chase others, what trouble would that cause?
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"Darling, will you co ho with tomorrow?"
"Absolutely, it's my privilege."
"Sweetheart, if you want to make it in this business, you really need to work on that weird accent."
The Terminator felt sowhat embarrassed; his Austrian accent was indeed a hassle. If it were simple words, he might manage okay, like saying 'yes,' but in events like today's, it got a bit tricky.
"Don't worry, darling; I've prepared study materials."
"That's good. Just look at that guy; he switches between languages effortlessly, without any flaws."
Arnold felt a bit dumbfounded. Comparing himself to that guy was ridiculous!
"Alright, I'll put in the effort."
"Ha! He has his flaws too."
"What? How co I didn't know this?"
That crowd of won surrounding him -- if not for that, he might have had a chance in politics, and his position would surely be high.
It must be said that so folks overthought things. William White had zero interest in that position. If he wanted to work hard, what about these rebellious types?
Just check for yourself; every person who climbs to that status has a shadowy past. Conversely, if you're truly upright and selfless, forget it; you'll have no chances at all.
In this world, ordinary folks were always in the majority, and nobody wanted a saint calling the shots. If such a person took high office, common people wouldn't stand a chance.
Besides, politics, if not the dirtiest ga in the world, was definitely close to it. A morally upright person playing among scoundrels? They'd be left in ruins.
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"Arnold, perform well. I'll have a film for you next year; there'll be plenty of lines and a romance plot. You better step it up."
"Thank you, Mr. White."
"Just call William. Let's keep it fun. I have to head out now."
"Th-thank you, William."
"Alright, you all have fun."
After William White left, many people looked at this bodybuilding champion with different eyes. How did this guy get so lucky?
This script wasn't even written by William White, yet it made him famous. Imagine if it were William White himself; what kind of scene would that create?
Maria Shriver confird her judgnt; the current William White was indeed seeking a transformation. This big lug was definitely lucky.
Yes, William White was looking for change. Today's White Films lacked a bit of masculinity, and he didn't want to be lumped into that stereotype.
There simply was no way around it; the audience favored muscular n. Only the kind of brawling that felt visceral could really get their hormones racing. Given that, William White certainly couldn't go against the grain. After all, nobody ends up with a good outco opposing the audience.
*****
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