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Martin strode forward, standing on the circular stage for the first time, ignoring the silliness of Hart and Carrington. He turned his head to the side of the stage, "Annie?"

The woman called Annie was from the Savannah College of Art and Design, a professional choreographer collaborating with House of Beast. She was employed by the production crew this time as the dance director.

She asked, "Have you practiced dancing?"

Martin said, "When I was younger, I practiced disco and street dance, just fooling around."

As an extra on set, it was chaos, no need to say, dancing has always been a powerful tool for picking up girls.

Annie had someone start the music, "Let me see your sense of rhythm and flexibility."

Martin stepped to the beat of the music, dancing a short sequence of disco he had practiced in his previous life.

"Your sense of rhythm is very outstanding," Annie climbed on stage. "Your body is quite stiff though…"

Martin said, "I used to just dance wildly, without any professional guidance."

Annie circled around him, "You have great physical condition. Give me two months, and I could train you well, but we don\'t have enough preparation time."

She had a thorough talk with director Benjamin, "I\'ve specially designed three dance sequences for you."

Martin nodded, "I\'m warmed up, let\'s start."

All the handsome guys around him withdrew backstage, disappearing somewhere.

Annie was a choreographer full of ideas, "The first part is called the \'Zombie Machine Gun Dance.\' Its essence is that when the dance music reaches its peak, you shake rapidly like a machine gun firing."

She placed her hands on her hips, twisted her waist, shook her hips violently and gyrated her pelvis.

Martin immediately understood the key to this dance, similar to machine gun fire!

American B movies, those who know, know.

Annie made hand gestures and asked her assistant to adjust the music, then said to Martin, "Now follow my movements."

As the music started, Annie stood in front of Martin to the side, doing the movements while saying, "Swing your arms, tilt your head, tap forward with your left foot, stomp with your right foot, sway, lunge... good, one more time!"

Martin did everything exactly as Annie requested.

After repeating it, as the music was about to reach another climax, Annie shouted, "Arch your back, thrust out your pelvis, twist your waist, shake your hips, with the fastest speed and most intense rhythm you can muster!"

Martin leaned back, his body arched, as if facing Kelly and Louise alone, shaking wildly with a super-fast tempo and rhythm!

"Very good!" Annie watched the exaggerated amplitude and rhythm, "Keep it up, like a machine gun firing bursts!"

As the dance music ended, Martin stopped. Due to having practiced a lot in his daily routine, such large and rapid movements didn\'t tire him out at all.

Annie loudly encouraged, "You\'re a genius, Martin! You\'ve basically mastered the most essential part of this dance."

Martin was very professional, treating it as special training which would surely be useful in the future, "Annie, let\'s do it again."

Annie nodded, "Music!"

This was not a musical film. The dance moves designed by Annie were relatively simple. The film was definitely going to be R-rated, and the dance parts would naturally focus on showcasing the allure of hormones.

With the dance music\'s climax, Martin once again pulsed with a fast, intense rhythm, like an Avenger\'s cannon that never ran out of bullets.

After several repetitions, during a break, Annie whispered, "Your girlfriend must be very lucky."

Bruce suddenly appeared from behind, "Don\'t you know? His girlfriend is the Earth."

Martin stretched out his middle finger behind him without looking, but his finger was gently nudged away. He turned around, only to realize it was pointed at Robert\'s big head.

Robert withdrew his hand and opened a can of cola, handing it to Martin, "Thanks."

Martin pointed to the table beside him, "Put it down there first."

Robert, feeling mentally drained, no longer wished to explain and simply shut his mouth.

Martin introduced Robert to Annie, mentioning that he was to play the role of a club owner.

Annie said, "You have a dance number, I\'ll show you the original dance in a bit."

Robert pointed at himself and asked, "I have to dance too? Looking like this, I\'ll scare the audience."

Annie asked her assistant to bring over the laptop and played an MV, in which a girl was dancing gracefully.

"This is a French song that just came out this spring." She briefly explained, "The dance is especially charming and spirited."

Martin listened carefully, a vague memory stirring, "This singer seems to be France\'s Alizee."

Annie nodded, "Right, that\'s her!" She looked at Robert, "It would be a perfect dance. You\'ll blow everyone away with it on stage."

Robert wiped the sweat off his large forehead, "How could I possibly!"

Annie said, "Benjamin said this is a comedy, contrast is what brings out the comedic effect."

"How does that make it suitable for me?" Robert couldn\'t imagine.

Martin pointed at the screen and then at him, paraphrasing Robert\'s comment, "She has a big forehead, you have a big forehead, a perfect match!"

Robert, thinking about the hard-won script and role, clenched his teeth, "Alright, I\'m in!"

Martin checked the time and asked Annie, "Shall we continue?"

Annie handed the laptop to Robert, "Watch it a few more times."

As the dance music started again, Martin continued practicing the machine gun dance.

Bruce stood next to Robert, hands in his pockets, and upon seeing the superior parts of the dance, suddenly said, "Now I believe this piece of shit secured the producer with sheer power."

Robert was puzzled, "What power?"

Bruce said, "You\'re better off not knowing, it\'s easy to feel inferior."

By the afternoon, the first round of the zombie machine gun dance concluded, and after Annie instructed Robert on some movements to increase flexibility, she took Martin to learn the second part of the dance.

"This is a group dance," Annie vividly described, "called the Wild Devils\' Dance."

Martin said, "That doesn\'t sound quite right to me."

Annie, as an artist, was serious, "You\'ll understand when you see it."

She shouted towards the backstage entrance, "Ladies, come out!"

"Daddy!"

A nearly unison voice rang out as eighteen tall and muscular "beauties" in stockings ran onto the stage, forming a circle around Martin and Annie. Led by two blonde women, they charged forward with a sliding kneel.

At first glance, it was a flourish of blossoms!

But upon closer inspection, Martin was stunned, these pieces of shit wore long wigs, fake bodice garments, and long stockings, complete with fluffy tails.

Some of them hadn\'t even shaved their beards!

As pretty as flowers.

Annie explained, "Today is just practice."

Martin couldn\'t deny, "It truly is a Wild Devils\' Dance."

One could only say that this was indeed a horror zombie comedy.