One Thousand Three Hundred and Forty One Forget Me

Rooney-Mara sat cross-legged on the ground, watching Renly playing the drums intently, without any judgment, just quietly watching the whole practice.

This year, Rooney also decided to take a good rest for a while. For a whole year last year, she shot five works in a row, all year round, and the connection between one job and another is very close, feeling that the whole person has been overdrawn, and even talking seems to be dull. She needs rest, both energy and strength.

Recently, Rooney has stayed in New York, without traveling or going out, just enjoying the ordinary daily life of the city.

Occasionally, Rooney and Renly exchanged emails. It's not a text message, it's not a phone call, it's not a handwritten letter, it's an email, it's neither trendy nor retro, but it has the meaning of formal communication in some office situations; however, in Rooney's opinion, in terms of the reply speed of Renly , If this is an office, then things have already turned yellow.

Last week, Renly emailed him saying he was going to a jazz concert at Lincoln Center, along with Damien Chazelle, Justin Hurwitz, J-K Simmons, Melissa Bye Melissa-Benoist and so on, everyone will bring companions, and Renly asks Rooney if she'd like to be there.

Rooney nodded readily and agreed, but she still expressed her surprise. She did not expect such an invitation at all. She inquired about the jazz concert; only then did she learn that Renly was filming for "The Bursting Drummer" prepare.

In order to give the actors a clearer and clearer understanding of the style and context of jazz, Renly took the initiative to pay for it and invited the creators to Lincoln Center to experience jazz live——

Damien was ecstatic. In fact, he always wanted to enjoy a jazz concert in person, but he couldn't make it because of the money, let alone pay for the main creative staff. For this, Damien wrote an email expressing sincere thanks to Renly.

As for Rooney, after learning about the "Boom Drummer", she couldn't help but wonder: what kind of works can make Renly burst out of performance/desire/desire again? And after returning to work after a long vacation, what is Renly's current state?

To be precise, Rooney's email has not been answered, and her questions have naturally not been answered until today.

The jazz concert officially kicked off at 9pm, and they decided to meet early, grab a pre-dinner aperitif at the bar and fill up with a little snack before heading to Lincoln Center to join the others.

This is also the correct flow for watching a concert. Because the time of the concert often overlaps with the dinner time, they can't go there with a full stomach or go hungry, so it is most appropriate to eat some snacks and desserts in advance; the official meal will be held after the concert is over.

Unsurprisingly, Renly was still practicing drums in Greenwich Village that afternoon. Rooney was not surprised by this. She also came to the rehearsal room ahead of time to satisfy her curiosity and take a good look at Renly's current work preparation process.

So, this scene appeared.

Rooney was wearing a long black evening dress, but she sat cross-legged on the ground unfeminine at all; next to a pair of black high heels, she watched Renly's practice with her bare feet, like a punk girl. The uninhibited and stubborn temperament is fully revealed, but there is a childish smile on his face.

Especially when Renly joked to himself, "Yeah? You feel it too?"

This made Rooney chuckle softly, "Do you want me to comfort you, or do you want me to follow you?" Instead of teasing secretly, she bluntly stated her thoughts, but instead revealed a rare See the sassy and heroic.

Renly shrugged slightly, looking calm.

Rooney raised her eyebrows,

It was all at once—apparently Renly didn't care, "Are you serious? A month ago, you didn't know anything about drum kits? And then in just a month, you've gotten to this point? That's amazing. Wait! You did it on purpose to show off, didn't you? Then the little girl couldn't help but start screaming?"

Renly still smiled and cast a meaningful look, "I didn't hear the screams."

Rooney's expression paused slightly, and then she showed a shallow smile, her white teeth bit her lower lip, "I'm not an ordinary little girl casually."

"Then, why are we discussing this topic? Apart from you, there are no other girls at the scene." Renly said a word again, a touch of ambiguity and ridicule revealed, and the temperature in the rehearsal room seemed to be They are quietly improving, and the emotional exchange between the eye movements has a tacit understanding that belongs to them.

In the end, Rooney was defeated, lowered her eyes, interrupted the meeting of eyes, and changed the subject, "I'm serious. Although I don't know much about drum kit skills, I know that your level is already high. It's amazing, if you keep improving, you can't do it in a short time, so what heights are you trying to reach?"

"Buddy Ritchie." Renly confided his name without any hesitation.

Rooney didn't hide her surprise and doubts at all, and looked at Renly in disbelief, "Are you crazy?"

Any veteran jazz fan knows what a legendary drummer Buddy Ritchie is, one of only a handful in history. Of course, everyone wants to be Buddy Ritchie, but it took half a century for a Buddy Ritchie to emerge.

Facing Rooney's reaction, Renly not only didn't get angry or refuted, but nodded in affirmation, "Haha, you think so too? Me too."

Renly stood up, left the drum kit, walked to the backpack in the corner of the rehearsal room, found a CD, and put it on the player next to it, "Listen, this is Buddy Ritchie's drum beat. I mean, the speed, his speed is really amazing, but that's not all..."

Renly came to Rooney's side, sat cross-legged on the ground, did not continue to speak, but quietly began to listen to the melody flowing from the player.

Pure drums, no piano, no saxophone, no trumpet, no horns, no extra instruments, but the rhythm of the drums is not monotonous at all, on the contrary, it supports every musical note extremely abundantly. It was an absolute treat, simple and ultimate.

Halfway through the conversation, the voices suddenly died out, and both of them started listening intently to the music.

Like Renly, Rooney was born in the upper class. She received elite education since she was a child. Under the influence of her eyes and ears, she has formed a rich background in the appreciation of art works. Can tell a general outline and context; what's more, she is quite familiar with jazz.

Buddy Ritchie's drum set is undoubtedly an absolute classic, and people are mesmerized.

Inadvertently, Rooney caught Renly's profile out of the corner of her sight.

At this time, Renly had not changed into a formal evening dress-to attend the jazz concert at Lincoln Center, you must wear an evening dress, otherwise the security guards at the gate have the right to refuse the audience to enter the venue-

For the practice, Renly wore a light white T-shirt and jeans, plain and simple; sweat was covering his forehead, revealing a faint look of embarrassment. However, the dedicated and dedicated look on that face made people ignore all the details in an instant, showing a unique charm.

The scene in front of me is so absurd and funny:

One second, they're discussing the drumming technique intensely; the next, they're sitting cross-legged on the floor listening to Buddy Ritchie playing a CD.

More exaggeratedly, they were about to head to a jazz concert at Lincoln Center, and Renly hadn't changed her clothes, and then she was sitting in a shabby rehearsal room in her evening gown, as if after midnight. Cinderella.

It's really interesting, isn't it?

At the same time, it's really a fascinating thing, isn't it?

Involuntarily, the corners of Rooney's mouth rose, sketching a small smile, and withdrew her attention, and began to enjoy the drum melody again attentively.

After a full six minutes of performance, the two of them were not in a hurry and did not talk. They just listened quietly. After the song was played, Renly stood up, walked to the side, and pressed the pause button; At the beginning of the discussion, the skills and emotions of the drum beat just now, especially the control and rhythm under the high-frequency hand speed, are really mesmerizing.

"If you just convey your emotions, I don't think you have any problems; but the problem is that the skills are really too difficult, and it takes years and years to accumulate breakthroughs. And, objectively speaking, you lack talent." Rooney told the truth To be honest.

No cover, no politeness, and no embellishment, Rooney pointed out the most important fact frankly: Renly's talent is not above the drum set, and the current level and ability are basically the limit of Renly.

Renly nodded affirmatively. "I didn't. But Andrew did."

Rooney opened her mouth slightly, and after a moment of pause she couldn't help laughing, "I can't refute it."

Renly spread his hands, "So we always try to realize our unfulfilled dreams in movies." After speaking, Renly paused and thought for a moment, "In this way, I suddenly feel that actors are more Like a loser, forever living in an ethereal dream bubble, refusing to wake up."

Rooney also chewed carefully.

There was a moment of silence, and a quiet atmosphere was slowly flowing, and finally Renly spoke out and polished the peaceful tranquility, "If I remember correctly, we should go now. Before the official trip to Lincoln Center, I Need to add some strength."

"Ha, you finally remembered." Rooney came back to her senses, blinked her eyes, and joked.

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