On Saturday afternoon, the accent class began at Paramount Studio; Martin arrived early. In the room, which was no more than thirty square meters, there were over a dozen neatly arranged desks, each equipped with headsets.
Martin randomly picked a desk and sat down, casting a quick glance around the room, most were young people in their twenties.
"Hey, buddy, I'm Mene." The man beside him had skin nearly bleached white and spoke with a heavy accent, "You seem familiar; have you played any roles?"
Martin shook his head: "All background boards."
"Oh, cool." Mene lost interest in talking and turned his gaze to the door, attracted by two women who had just come in.
The blonde woman was not tall but had good body proportions, with a perky chest and a lifted behind.
The woman with dark brown hair was tall and leggy, her skin as white as snow, resembling Snow White.
In the acting business, bumping into people with outstanding appearances or distinctive looks was quite common.
