He was reading a book titled The Art of the Blockbuster.
"Spectacle," Alex muttered. "Big budgets. Big explosions. The audience demands a show."
Mark stood next to him. He was wearing star-shaped sunglasses and a feather boa.
"I AM FAMOUS!" Mark shouted at a tour bus. "I AM THE EMPEROR OF HOLLYWOOD! TAKE MY PHOTO! NO, DO NOT TAKE MY PHOTO! I AM SHY! OKAY, TAKE ONE!"
"Mark," Alex said. "We are here for pre-season training. Not to win an Oscar."
"Why not both?" Mark asked, posing for a confused tourist. "I have the charisma. I have the speed. I am basically Tom Cruise but faster and with better knees."
"You are not Tom Cruise, Mark."
"I am Mark Cruise!" Mark yelled. "Mission Impossible? No! Mission: Pizza-sible!"
Alex shook his head.
School was finished. The exams were done. They were full-time professionals now.
But the classroom had just changed location. Now, the world was their campus.
They were in Los Angeles. The City of Angels.
