Capítulo 78: Chapter 78: Enjoy One More Time
Noah's Ark Film Company, though not on par with the major studios, ranks among Hollywood's second-tier players. Its scale may be smaller, but it boasts a strong presence in the industry.
Sara, Elizabeth Taylor's mother, was acutely aware of the significance of her interactions. To become Noah's assistant chairman, own a film company, and successfully negotiate with someone as influential as Meyer showcased Jon Hardy's notable background.
After concluding discussions with Meyer, Hardy had already seen Hitchcock's interest in his upcoming project. Sara, recognizing an opportunity, approached Hardy, who was now seeking a refill for his glass.
"Mr. Hardy, I'm Sara, Elizabeth Taylor's mother. May I have a moment of your time?"
Hardy turned to see Sara, who was dressed elegantly and appeared to be in her thirties, though she was closer to forty. "Hello, Sara. I'm Jon Hardy."
"I heard you've invested in *Red Dead Redemption*. The film's buzz has been substantial, and I believe it will attract a large audience upon release," Sara said, her enthusiasm palpable.
"I hope so," Hardy replied.
Sara, ever the opportunist, continued, "Are you planning to invest in any new projects? If there's a role for a young girl, please consider my daughter. Have you seen her in *Lacey the Spirit Dog* or *The Jade Goddess*?"
Hardy was momentarily taken aback. He had been considering casting, and here was Sara, preemptively seeking an opportunity for her daughter. He found it both amusing and serendipitous.
"Actually, I am in the process of investing in a new film. Director Hitchcock has shown interest in the script," Hardy said.
Sara's eyes lit up. Hitchcock's involvement and the potential collaboration with MGM suggested a high-profile project.
"I'd love for Elizabeth to be considered for any female roles you might have. She's dedicated, passionate about acting, and very committed," Sara said earnestly, her eyes filled with hope.
Hardy noted Sara's enthusiasm and understood her drive. The competition in Hollywood was fierce, and opportunities were hard to come by. Taylor's previous roles had garnered some recognition, but Sara was keenly aware of the need for continual exposure to sustain and build upon that success.
"There is a role for a girl, about thirteen or fourteen years old, and she's the protagonist," Hardy said, gauging Sara's reaction.
Sara's excitement was evident. "My daughter is fourteen. Could she have a chance to audition? I'll bring her over to show you."
"Sure, let's find a quieter spot," Hardy suggested, noting the noisy environment of the reception.
Sara quickly went to find Taylor. Elizabeth, who was mingling with fellow young stars, was surprised when her mother approached her.
"Mom, where are we going now?" Taylor asked, puzzled.
Sara explained, "We're going to meet someone who's investing in a new movie. It might be a great opportunity for you."
Taylor recalled her previous encounter with Hardy and was curious. Despite the initial surprise, she followed her mother outside, to a quieter part of the venue.
Under the streetlamp in the yard, Taylor saw Hardy's tall figure. Her initial hesitation melted away as she recognized him.
"Mr. Hardy, this is my daughter, Elizabeth Taylor," Sara introduced.
"Hello, Mr. Hardy," Taylor said, trying to mask her nervousness.
"Taylor, why don't you perform a ballet piece for Mr. Hardy? It might be a good way for him to see your talent," Sara suggested.
Hardy smiled encouragingly. "Yes, please, Taylor. I'd love to see your ballet performance."
Taylor, who had practiced ballet from a young age, found her nerves calming as she prepared to dance. Under the soft glow of the streetlamp, she began her performance. Her movements were graceful and fluid, showcasing the skill and dedication she had invested in her art.
Hardy watched, deeply impressed. The dance, combined with the serene night, created a memorable scene. Though his mind occasionally wandered, he was primarily focused on appreciating Taylor's performance.
After a while, Hardy gently called out, "Okay, Taylor, you can stop now."
Taylor, a bit frustrated but relieved, stopped dancing. She had put in her best effort, hoping it would impress Hardy.
"You were wonderful," Hardy said, genuinely pleased. "Thank you for sharing that with me."
Taylor, feeling a mix of relief and satisfaction, smiled. Hardy's appreciation and the potential opportunity meant a lot.
Sara, observing from a distance, was hopeful that this would be the breakthrough her daughter needed.
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