Chapter 1023? Filming and Election

Song Ya can indeed play, anyway, he can play, it has been verified long ago.

In the first few scenes after joining the group, they didn't actually need to play football, but filmed the daily training content of the athletes, such as taking Mira to use the stairs of the stadium stands to practice step running.

"Just raise your knees a little bit, like this, it's not hard."

An actor who played the role of a teammate demonstrated the running posture to the two of them before starting the machine. He is a real football player, a college team member, and very professional.

"no problem."

This is not difficult for me who insists on exercising. A makeup artist around him smears some olive oil-like liquid on his shirtless body to simulate sweat and make the muscle groups look better in the camera.

He clenched his hands into fists, imitating a bodybuilder to squeeze out his eight-packed abs, which attracted the female makeup artist to giggle, "You are so strong, APLUS, the female audience will love it to death."

"Hey……"

Just as he grinned triumphantly, he suddenly remembered Harry's advice, "Yes." He responded coolly, "Where's Mira?" He asked.

"The director is talking about a play."

The make-up artist pointed to the bottom of the stands, at the end of the photography slide rails laid all the way down, and Mira was standing in front of old Larry, nodding her head like a slap in the face.

She is wearing this virtual middle school team jacket today, a red sweater with the school name logo on the front chest. No matter in the plot or in the actual shooting, she has to "dress up as a woman", so she will tie her chest and use a wide clothing that conceals gender identity.

The Florida sun is so poisonous that her sweat is already streaming down her temples, glistening in the sun.

This youth school drama is the heroine, and all the acting burdens are on her. It is still the same sentence, it is very difficult for the artist-like acting skills of winking to be as high as the heroine of the original film of Apocalypse. Most of Larry's talking scenes were with her.

R Li Ermi appeared in the distance. In these few scenes, he wanted to show some emotional changes after silently observing the hard training of the two.

And my own pressure is much less, except for a small amount of emotional scenes, the other time is a cool and handsome facial paralysis, which is easier to act than the male lead who dances out of my life.

Speaking of which, the white male protagonist who dances my life and the original football stunner Apocalypse is the same. Song Ya likes it very much, and the main imitation is really not difficult.

"I don't know if that guy has starred in other movies for me?" He thought a little greedily.

The whole crew was waiting for Mira, Song Ya ran up and down first, and after being confirmed by professional athletes that there was no problem, she simply went to listen.

"You have a crush on the hero Duke, OK? So when APLUS didn't notice you, for example, he ran in front of you, you occasionally have to act out the kind of affection that a little girl has for the person she likes and sports idols, such as the star of his back Eye, you don’t need me to teach you?”

Old Larry said: "Of course, at the same time, we must show the cautiousness of being afraid of being discovered as a man disguised as a man, and the concentration during training."

"You'd better teach me, director."

Mira has never been a hard-working actor, or a singer, or a model, and her talent is average. She can do everything and make some achievements, but it is difficult to reach the top.

"APLUS, turn around."

"ah?"

Old Larry turned Song Ya's back to him,

Demonstrate yourself, "So, huh?" First make an expression of infatuation, staring at Song Ya's back muscles, and then...

"Afraid of being discovered!"

Old Larry looked around again at once.

Some group performances were used in the background of these scenes. They pretended to be athletes from other sports and were training in the stadium. Seriously training, "Do you understand?"

"Understood." Mira nodded.

"Voice," old Larry reminded.

"Ahem..."

Mira cleared her throat and replied in a rough voice, "Understood!"

"Okay, let's start shooting first. All departments are ready!"

Old Larry sent the two of them to their places.

So... let's run, after the lights and radios are ready, Song Ya and Mira start to run up and down the steps, and the photographer sits on a special slide rail platform to operate the camera.

NG is inevitable. In the beginning, Song Ya didn’t control his running speed well, or every time he ran to the bottom of the stands, he would be a little distracted if he encountered group performers who happened to be nearby.

Caused by delusion of being persecuted, every strange face looks like a killer.

But after he adjusted and entered the state, it was mainly Mira who was NG, and old Larry would call her over to reprimand him, and then he would take the trouble to talk about it.

"Half of the votes in Illinois have been counted. It is no accident that the current general will win Illinois..."

'The latest data from California...'

'Kansas...'

At this time, Song Ya would hide in the shadows and be lazy, and by the way, use old Mike's portable radio to listen to the vote counting situation of the general election.

The incumbent commander-in-chief has a great advantage. The vote counting information of major TV stations shows that the election is one-sided, because the US general election is an indirect election of the Electoral College system. Among the more than 500 electoral votes, even FoxNews, which dislikes him the most Admittedly, he'd get an overwhelming majority of three hundred or more.

"Crush, there's no drama to speak of this year."

Ms. Sloan walked behind him, "You can prepare to call ahead to congratulate him and Deputy Commander Gore."

"Oh, what should I say, you help me draw it up."

Song Ya nodded, "Can I ask them to care about my safety?"

"No chance, unless it is a particularly important person, they generally don't answer this kind of call in person. We probably called someone from the campaign office over there."

Sloan said: "Underwood should pick it up in person, but he probably won't be available. In terms of the House of Representatives election, the current competition between the two parties is still fierce, and it is expected that there will be only a single-digit gap in the end."

It is difficult to know the specific news of the election of federal representatives in various places in Taiwan, and the local media usually follows it.

"Hurry up and end this damn farce!"

Song Ya was aggrieved. Because of the general election, the news of his assassination did not set off the expected storm in the media, "In two days, I will see what excuses Underwood and the others will find to delay!"

"Donovan needs to be quicker," Sloan said.

"We won't talk about this." Song Ya stopped.

"Oh, by the way, Michelle's husband has been elected as a senator from the Illinois State Assembly." Sloan turned to laugh.

"Wow."

Although he knew for a long time that his election was a certainty, after the dust settled, Song Ya still couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional. A thirty-five-year-old law school lecturer, a political amateur, turned around so successfully and took the position.

The state senator is very good, and he can definitely be regarded as a figure in the state's political circle. You must know that he only planned to run for the state representative at a much lower starting point.

"Give me the phone."

Song Ya immediately called to congratulate.

"Haha, thank you APLUS."

Michelle's husband laughed heartily on the other end of the phone: "But I still look forward to seeing you again in school. You postponed the law school entrance exam, right?"

"Yes, uh, you don't plan to leave school?" Song Ya asked.

"No, I need this university lecturer's income, and the state senator can stay on the job."

It seemed that he and the Michelle couple had really planned that before. "Will you come to the celebratory dinner at my campaign headquarters?" he asked.

"Forget it, my current reputation... I won't cause you any trouble."

The gold masters and politicians collude in private, but it is necessary to try not to cause trouble for each other on the stage, and their own troubles cannot be solved at the level of a state senator. "Congratulations anyway." Song Ya said.

"Thank you again. Let's meet up when you come back to Chicago, okay?" Michelle's husband was still very enthusiastic.

"OK, no problem."

"time?"

"Uh... I can't be sure." Song Ya glanced at the old Mike, "My security team does not recommend that I have any predictable itinerary."

"I understand, pay attention to safety APLUS, all African-American groups will stand on your side." Michelle's husband said: "Milton Davis, the chairman of South Bank Bank, is by my side, and he wants to talk to you."

"OK."

As an extremely rare African-American banker, Milton Davis is also his other major financial backer, but he is more concerned about the relocation of A+CN and A+ Records to a new location, and South Bank Bank is willing to provide financing.

A+CN and A+ Records are currently well-stocked with cash, and Milton Davis probably knows all about it. Gordon and Linda, as African-American elites who developed together in Chicago, have frequent contacts with each other. buy and sell.

"I don't care about the specific affairs, you can talk to Gordon and Linda." Song Ya shied away.

"How have you and Gordon been?" Milton Davis asked.

"We have no problem, he runs his TV station...I trust him."

It's a lot of trouble, I don't need to move Gordon, at least not now.

"APLUS!"

"Okay! The staff came to call Mr. Davis, and we will find time to talk later. I am filming." Song Ya hung up the phone.

The shooting progress on the first day was not fast, but the intensity was not low. When the night fell, the "ball training" finally started. Song Ya taught Mira to dribble on the lawn.

With a kick on the inner instep and then connected to the outer instep, Song Ya flexibly demonstrated the change of direction with the ball.

This is also part of the plot. The two practiced until late, which shows that they worked hard enough.

Mira is very indifferent all day long, doesn't like to talk to herself very much, and is not active between filming, so she stays in her exclusive seat to rest, reads the script, and asks her assistant to do recovery and maintenance.

Maybe it was because I stayed at Xue Linfen's place last night.

"What's the matter with you!? You've been in the group for so long, and your movements are still rustier than APLUS!?"

After shooting for a day, old Larry became increasingly angry.

Mira didn't respond, she lowered her head and silently chased after the football that had been kicked away by her.

Seeing her pursed mouth, Song Ya knew that she should also start to get emotional, "Why don't you come here today? Larry?" He decisively activated the warm man and big-name skills.

"I'm fine."

She brought the ball back and kicked it to herself.

As soon as Song Ya took a stance to stop the ball, she suddenly stretched out her long legs and hooked the ball to the other side, succeeding.

"Hey... isn't this a good practice?"

Song Ya went to snatch it with a hippie smile. She protected the ball with her back and kicked people with her buttocks.

"Is it really playing?"

Song Ya was aroused to be competitive, and immediately tried to go around to the side, but she didn't expect to get another hard elbow from her. The two moved more and more around the black and white football, their arms entangled, and then both lost their balance and fell on the ground lawn.

"You really look like a boy when you are stubborn, Mira." Song Ya looked up at the starry sky, panting heavily to calm her breath, and sighed sincerely.

She covered her mouth and let out a giggle.

"Forget it, forget it, let's shoot this today." Old Larry glanced at the whole crew watching the 'drama' silently, and reluctantly announced the end of the filming.

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