Hollywood What If

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

[Note: I did my research on Hollywood but I'm not a perfect person. There are probably some things that I don't know. So if I missed something important, or if my information is wrong, I just want to apologize.]

"Looks like it's time to get up."

Kazir yawned and looked at his watch. To be honest, he hadn't slept well last night. His mind was too active.

He was excited for some reason.

Kazir checked into a motel for a night's sleep. He was a freelance director who was doing his best to get a big project.

He was 26 years old and already had three films on his resume.

'Although I've made more than that since I'm from the future. '

He was confident in his experience.

"Let's check the Writer's Guild of America first."

As a director and movie fanatic, Kazir already had a movie that he wanted to make.

He knew a lot of movies that would win at the box office. Some movies were available for him, they were original screenplays of course.

'In this era, there are thousands of movies and some of them have a budget of over 100 million dollars. But that's not my goal.'

He knew damn well that no one would invest and let him direct a movie with that budget. But Kazir was undeterred.

'I have faced obstacles all my life. I can say that my current predicament is not so bad.'

His goal was to make a film with a budget of 30-40 million dollars.

"To be precise, my goal is..."

If his plan failed, he had other methods.

He took a shower, went out of the motel, and called for a taxi. He reached the Writer's Guild and entered without a problem. After all, he was a member of the Writer's Guild.

A few minutes later...

"Thank you."

Kazir smiled at the guard after leaving the Writers' Guild. He asked the people inside and confirmed one thing.

The script has not been registered yet. That means it hasn't been created or is in the process of being created.

The Writer's Guild was the home of many scripts. Writers would register their scripts in the Writer's Guild to get their scripts protected. There were cases of Hollywood companies making the same movies with almost the same plot. Such as "Deep Impact" and "Armageddon", "White House Down" and "Olympus Has Fallen".

The Writer's Guild protected the rights of screenwriters in Hollywood.

"Great, now I know where to start!"

He laughed like a madman, and people looked at him in confusion.

Kazir rented a typewriter and began his work. He had to write the script, the proposal, and the budget for the movie. Hollywood companies would laugh at him if he face them without these.

His fingers tapped away at the hard keyboard. The typewriter was a bit clunky, and the sounds it made were repetitive but soothing, at least to Kazir.

"This."

He rubbed his eyes and looked down at his writing. Three hours had passed and he had only written 2500 words. He made typos on the way.

"It will take me at least three to four days to finish everything."

But it didn't matter, Kazir was motivated. He easily forgot that he had just been divorced and that his house was no longer in his name.

Well, for him, these things happened 2 decades ago and he had already moved on. Having lived his life, he became much more mature and calm.

In the office of New Line Cinema, they had a meeting about their plan for the next year.

They have to make a proper plan for the movies they have to release. They take this very seriously because one wrong move could put them out of business.

"As of September 16, "The Mask" has grossed $106 million domestically and it's expected to go up. The movie's performance is strong and everyone likes Jim Carrey's acting.

They were happy to hear that their movie made a lot of money at the box office. They clapped, a simple celebration at the moment.

"Everybody, good job."

As CEO of New Line Cinema, Robert Shaye was happy to see his company win.

Despite the fact that New Line Cinema had been acquired by Turner Broadcasting System, Robert Shaye was still in control of the company.

"Now, gentlemen, let's talk about today's agenda."

He looked at the board of directors and the people in high positions.

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"It didn't end well, again."

Kazir drank from a bottle of water. He felt hydrated after wasting his saliva trying to convince the producer from 20th Century Fox.

He just left the building and the conversation was not good. He talked to one of the producers for a few minutes, but the man didn't listen to him at all.

The producer just told him to give his script to the management and they would call him if they were interested.

He understood their process very well. The producer sugarcoated it, but it meant no. They were not interested in his script.

'I know they will never call me. They have thousands of scripts in their vault and most of them never became a movie.' He laughed.

"Well, let's go to another company. I have three more targets."

Kazir had already contacted the 6 giant Hollywood companies and they were not interested in his script. What they said was exactly the same - 'Give the script to management and they'll call him if they were interested.'

"I hope this company will agree. After all, this movie was produced by them."

From the moment Kazir regressed, he understood that the future would change. But he wanted to keep the timeline as original as possible.

"If this doesn't work, I'll go with plan B."

Calix called a taxi. His car was broken and it was still in the repair shop.

'Cassandra didn't fight to get my bumpy car because it's already old and she has her own car.'

That bumpy car was his only remaining possession.

Half an hour later, he was standing in front of the New Line Cinema. The distributor of his movie in the future.