2 Broke Girls x 1 Rich Man [2 Broke Girls TV series x Hollywood]

[Titan Theatre, New York City | Premiere Night | Alien (2006)]

The lights of Times Square had nothing on the glow surrounding Titan Theatre tonight. Built as the crown jewel of Alex Wilson's empire, the theater was a masterwork of futuristic architecture wrapped in old-Hollywood elegance. Metallic curves spiraled around glass-paneled walls, lit with a slow-shifting aurora of greens and silvers in honor of the night's feature: Alien.

The red carpet stretched from the street to the entrance like a river of flame. Paparazzi lined both sides, flashes bursting in rapid waves, while security teams maintained a sharp watch along the edges. Fans were already gathered five rows deep behind barricades, waving handmade signs, clutching posters, and screaming at the top of their lungs when even the hint of a celebrity emerged from one of the black cars.

The media booths were packed with reporters from Variety, ET, BuzzFeed, and a dozen high-profile YouTube channels that had built entire brands on movie breakdowns and red carpet gossip. Some were livestreaming. Others were already arguing over the best-dressed.

The Titan logo glowed across the massive digital screen above the entrance. Beneath it, in shimmering platinum letters:

WORLD PREMIERE: ALIEN

Inside, every detail screamed class. The lobby was lit with subtle bioluminescent hues, nodding to the aesthetic of the film. Waitstaff moved through the crowd with trays of champagne and small bites curated from the film's own fictional menus. Yes, they actually made "Space Ration Bites" look gourmet.

And outside, the arrivals had begun.

Angelina Jolie stepped onto the carpet in a sleeveless obsidian gown that shimmered like oil under the lights. Her eyes were sharp, her smile effortless, and the crowd roared. Cameras clicked nonstop as she waved and gave a short interview about how excited she was to support Titan's biggest premiere yet and her future collab with Alex Wilson.

Behind her came Halle Berry, stunning in a violet silk wrap dress that floated around her like mist. She posed confidently with one hand on her hip and another blowing kisses to the crowd. This was the perfect chance for her to gain popularity and hint at her rumored collaboration with Alex Wilson.

Jennifer Lopez arrived wearing a crimson velvet ensemble that hugged her like it was made of fire. Her diamond-studded heels glinted with every step. She smiled at the press, flashing confidence and elegance in equal measure.

Tom Hanks stepped onto the carpet. He wore a classic black suit and tie, gave hugs to half the production team waiting at the doors, and signed more autographs than anyone else that night.

Jeremy Renner kept it cool in a dark navy tux and walked with a casual stride, giving knuckle bumps to a few crew members and grinning when fans shouted, "We can't wait to see you suit up!" Well, to create hype, Rachel and her team released behind-the-scenes and audition clips. It was vague, and the rumor that he's going to play an important role in the live-action Marvel movie was enough to rile up the fans who have been waiting for a good superhero movie for a long time now.

Then came Evangeline Lilly, glowing in a backless emerald gown with a confidence that was both fierce and grounded. She gave the cameras one smirk and turned to greet Scarlett Johansson with a hug when she arrived seconds later.

Scarlett Johansson, the star of the night, stepped out of her Rolls-Royce Phantom to a crowd that erupted. She wore a silver floor-length gown that evoked the look of her character: structured, minimalist, and strangely lethal. Her hair was slicked back in a way that framed her cheekbones, and her eyes were lined in smoky black. She posed with her usual confident smile, the picture of a leading woman about to redefine sci-fi cinema.

She stopped to do a few interviews, speaking briefly about the role, the challenge, and how it felt to bring this world to life under Alex's direction.

"I've never worked on anything like this," she told a reporter. "The design, the script, the tension. Well, it's built to make your skin crawl in the best way."

Then the moment everyone was waiting for arrived.

A matte-black Mustang with flame pinstripes pulled to the curb, and the cameras immediately swiveled.

Max Black and Caroline Channing stepped out together, and the crowd screamed like the Beatles had returned. And yes, Max finally got her own car. To be precise, she took one from Alex's collection. 

Max wore a black sequined jumpsuit with a plunging neckline and a blood-red blazer draped over her shoulders. Her makeup was lethal: sharp eyeliner, red lips, and that signature don't-mess-with-me smirk. She waved to the fans, and her heart was hammering because she was nervous. This was her first time standing live before so many people with cameras.

Caroline wore a white satin dress with crystal beadwork that caught every bit of light and bent it into something more glamorous. Her golden hair fell in soft waves, and yup, she was wearing her lucky pearl necklace.

The two posed together in front of the massive Alien backdrop, smiling and whispering jokes to each other between camera flashes.

A fan in the crowd shouted, "Max! Caroline! Cupcake Queens!"

Max grinned, winked, and shouted back, "Save room for dessert, baby!"

Inside the lobby, Titan staff buzzed quietly to keep everything running perfectly. The main cast was already being directed toward the press staging area and the behind-the-scenes gallery.

Then, as the crowd noise swelled once more, the final car pulled up. 

Alex Wilson stepped out into a storm of flashing lights. 

He wore a custom three-piece charcoal suit with a silver tie, cufflinks shaped like xenomorph claws, and shoes that gleamed like obsidian. His expression was that of a man who had built a kingdom and now stood on its highest balcony.

When he walked, people stepped aside.

Photographers shouted his name like it was the answer to a prayer.

He smiled once, nodded at the crowd, and made his way down the carpet without rushing, shaking a few hands, posing for a few quick shots with Scarlett and Lilly, then looping back to join Max and Caroline for a few trio photos.

Max leaned in and whispered loud enough for the cameras to catch it. "I'm so freaking don't know what I am even doing or saying. Is this normal?"

"Yup! Definitely normal," He replied.

Alex stood between Max and Caroline for a final photo, smiling without effort. His hands rested lightly on their backs, both women leaning in just slightly, perfectly natural but perfectly framed. The cameras loved it. So did the fans.

Then Rachel stepped in from the wings, earpiece in, tablet in one hand, motioning toward the main doors.

"We're good to move," she said. "The theater's ready. Everyone else is inside."

Alex gave a quick nod and leaned toward Max.

"You're doing fine. Just breathe."

"I'm breathing. Too much. It feels like I'm trying to inhale the entire atmosphere," Max replied under her breath, eyes darting toward the massive LED display above them.

Caroline gave her hand a quick squeeze. "If you pass out, I'll just blame it on tight heels and drag you in like a hero."

With that, the three made their way through the front doors as the press line buzzed with theories, compliments, and camera flashes trailing behind them.

Inside, the energy shifted.

The massive hallway was filled with VIPs and 10 lucky fans.

Alex began moving through the VIP gallery, shaking hands, greeting key players and old friends, and girlfriends. He stopped to speak with Scarlett and Evangeline again, exchanging light jokes about the press gauntlet. He greeted Tom Hanks with an easy grin and a warm handshake, and then exchanged nods with Jeremy Renner, who was already elbow-deep in a conversation with Halle Berry and Rachel.

JLo and Angelina chatted near the signature cocktail bar, where themed drinks like "Cryo Freeze" and "Facehugger Fizz" were being handed out. When Alex passed, they both raised glasses in his direction, and he gave a quick toast gesture back.

He was gracious with the old studio execs. Cool and confident with the streaming platform heads who were circling for distribution rights. Every handshake was precise. Every smile had timing.

Max and Caroline trailed behind at first, but quickly found themselves pulled into conversations. A group of fashion editors surrounded them for a quick impromptu Q&A about their recent Titan campaign, while one producer from Vanity Fair begged Max for a quote about her look.

"I call it 'Bury Me Hot,'" Max said dryly. "It's formalwear that also doubles as funeral attire for anyone who doubted me."

Caroline added, "And I'm dressed to blind our enemies with light-reflective elegance."

More laughter. More photos.

Then the lights dimmed. An announcement played over the system, calling all guests to the theater's main hall.

The crowd began to flow.

Inside the screening room, no expense had been spared. The seats were wide and plush, the projection setup flawless, and the sound system was the latest Dolby. Titan was the first theatre to use this technology. 

Alex took his seat in the center row, with Max on one side and Caroline on the other. Rachel and John sat nearby. Scarlett was seated to their right, Evangeline on the left. The rest of the cast and VIPs filled in quickly.

A soft chime rang out. The lights dropped to black. A hush fell over the theater.

Then the screen came alive.

The film unfolded like a living nightmare: Beautifully shot. Tightly edited. Filled with moments of claustrophobic dread and cinematic awe. The creature design was terrifying. Scarlett's performance grounded the entire movie: sharp, commanding, but still vulnerable, just like the other survivors.

There were gasps at the first chestbuster scene. Then the death scenes and the revelation of the android. Silence during the decompression chamber sequence. And when the alien first revealed its full form, there was a stunned, collective inhale.

People sat motionless. Not even a whisper.

By the climax, everyone knew that this masterpiece was going to break the box office.

Then, the credits rolled.

Silence for a beat.

Then a roar.

The entire room exploded into applause. Max was the first on her feet, hands above her head as she clapped. Caroline stood right after her, cheering loud enough to rival the crowd outside.

Rachel clapped slowly but smiled like she had just won a long war. Scarlett leaned back, exhaling with a grin like she had finally let go of the character's weight.

Evangeline blinked rapidly, whispering, "I knew it. He's going to break the box office again."

Tom Hanks turned to Jeremy Renner and said, "This is the next 2001: A Space Odyssey, and I don't say that lightly."

Angelina wiped at one eye with the edge of her finger. After watching this movie, she couldn't wait to work with him. 

Halle Berry just muttered, "God, that was terrifying and awesome. I can't wait to work with him."

JLo clapped hard, already texting her new manager to clear her upcoming schedules because she was going to take Alex's offer in the coming week. 

Max leaned close to Alex as the lights rose. Her voice was breathless, "I'm glad, I didn't bring Earl."

Alex simply chuckled, shaking his head.

Caroline also leaned in and whispered, "You just changed film history. I've never seen such a terrifying yet gripping space survival movie."

Alex didn't reply immediately.

He looked up at the glowing screen, his name flickering on that final frame.

He just smiled.

And then, softly, he said:

"I'm just getting started."

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[Rooftop party]

The rooftop was alive with music, softly thumping beneath strings of suspended lights and glowing columns of green and silver. The New York skyline stretched endlessly beyond the glass barriers, but all eyes tonight were on the people celebrating beneath the stars.

Long white-clothed tables were filled with hors d'oeuvres, champagne fountains, and trays of signature desserts inspired by the movie. Alien-themed cupcakes with black glaze and silver eyes were already trending on Instagram. Custom cocktails with names like "Xenomorph Kiss" and "Cryo Sleep" shimmered in people's hands.

Scarlett stood near one of the tall heaters with Halle Berry and Evangeline, laughing quietly as they toasted. Nearby, Max and Caroline were surrounded by a crowd of stylists, reporters, and celebrity guests all asking the same thing: "How does it feel to be part of something this big?"

"It feels like walking through a sci-fi dream with better clothes," Max answered as she downed half a flute of champagne and added, "and hotter company."

Caroline leaned in. "And we didn't die in the movie. So that's always a win."

The buzz of conversation was constant. Between laughter, clinks of glass, and flashes of photos being taken, a few guests already had their phones out, checking the first wave of reactions. 

Well, the YouTubers are fast at their job. 

"Here it comes," Rachel said, scrolling through her feed with one eyebrow raised. She was standing beside Alex at the far end of the balcony with his phone.

@CineCriticVault: No spoilers. Just this: Alien (2006) is pure cinematic tension. Think 'The Shining' meets 'Gravity,' but meaner. Scarlett Johansson commands the screen. Alex Wilson just made sci-fi terrifying again.

@FilmPulseNow: Alien is more than horror. It is atmosphere, dread, design, and character. It lingers. It infects. Best sci-fi film of the decade. Possibly the century.

@NightOwlReviews: I signed an NDA. So I'll say this carefully: you are not ready. No one is. Alien is just... Unbelievable.

@ReelTalkNation: The final twenty minutes of Alien are a masterclass in directing. No jump scares. Just pure escalating dread. Scarlett is at her absolute best. Alex Wilson deserves every award coming his way.

@CriticsCouch: Alien doesn't just revive the horror genre, it reinvented horror with a sci-fi twist. And it's terrifying.

[There are too many social sites, so I won't be going into every reviews]

Rachel turned to Alex. "They're loving it. And the best part? No spoilers. Everyone's keeping it clean."

"Because we gave them something worth keeping secret," Alex said.

He sipped his drink and looked out at the skyline again.

Behind them, Max and Caroline were posing with a group of influencers and cast members, still riding the high of the night. Scarlett broke from her group and made her way over to Alex.

She handed him a glass of something golden and fizzy.

"You did it," she said, her voice calm but proud. "I've never seen anything like that reaction. Critics were holding their breath."

Alex nodded. "You carried it. I just gave you the ship."

Scarlett smirked. "Well, next time, make it a bigger ship. With better escape pods."

Max passed them on her way to the dessert table and chimed in without stopping. "Next time, write in a hot shower scene. Preferably involving you and me. Just saying."

Caroline followed her, laughing. "Ignore her. She's on her sixth glass. Everything sounds like a good idea right now."

Scarlett chuckled, then turned back to Alex. "So what now?"

"Now," Alex said, finishing his drink, "we let the fire spread."

He turned toward Rachel. "Schedule a marketing push for week two. Merchandise. Behind-the-scenes footage. And tell our international partners to prepare for early screenings. This momentum won't slow down, and I don't want to waste a single second."

Rachel nodded, already typing on her tablet.

The rooftop stayed alive with conversation, music, and the quiet hum of success.

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