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."

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

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

    .......

    ....

    ...

    "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.