Well, Arnold’s made it to Los Angeles. Hollywood, the home of cinema!
He’s had a great time looking round. He saw all the big studios, and the gold stars in the pavement.
Riding down the street, he spotted something exciting. A real film crew! They seemed to be waiting for something.
As Arnold pulled up, the director saw him and said “Hey! You! You the guy with the bike?”
“Er, yes, I suppose…”
“We’ve been waiting for you! Come and get on your mark!”
Arnold was a bit bemused, and then the director said “Right, stunt guy…”
“Oh, I’m not…”
“…just ride down the road, dodge the obstacles, lay the bike down when you hit the boxes. And ditch the helmet, we need to see your face.”
Well, Arnold always likes to help if he can, so he lined the bike up and the clapperboy clapped the clapper, and the director shouted “Action!” and the cameravaark cranked the camera, and off he rode…
Yikes, a car backed out right in front of him! That must be one of the obstacles. Luckily he swerved round it.
Hey, look out! Those guys with the sheet of plate glass just walked out without looking! Careful!
Oh no! A woman with a pram! Phew, she pushed it out of the way! Aim between them!
WHO PUT THAT CAFE IN THE ROAD! Er, sorry about your coffee!
The boxes. He said to lay the bike down at the boxes. Here goes!!
“And CUT!” The director came running over. “Hey kid, that was perfect. All in one take! You got real talent. Those ears, so expressive.. You got an agent?”
Arnold said no, because… But the director interrupted him. “Here’s your fee. And you should come to a party tonight at my beach house. Meet some agents. See you later kid!”
To be continued…