One Thousand Four Hundred Cocoon

Simmons looked down at his hands, and couldn't help but began to gently twist his fingers, as if he could feel the sticky and smooth blood on his fingertips, the warm fishy smell lingering under the nose, so True and so certain, killing the life can feel the viscosity of the blood, but killing the soul can see no trace at all, it seems to be so now; but he knows that it is an illusion, it is all illusion, between fingers and palms There is nothing at all, no blood, and no soul.

That one felt really amazing.

He seemed to be able to feel a force that was involved and driven, slowly guiding his emotions and actions bit by bit, as if slowly awakening the demon hidden deep in his heart, the brutal and vicious savagery As he was slowly waking up, a soul appeared that he didn't even realize, and swung towards his food with claws and claws, and began to nibble on it.

The most terrifying thing is that he enjoys it.

He could even picture himself in his mind, the demon's black wings slowly spread out, blocking all the light, and the sharp fangs were flowing with fresh blood, so sweet and so delicious that he couldn't help it, He stuck out his tongue and licked it, and the smile bloomed like this.

He knows what he is doing, he is trampling on a stubborn dignity, he is destroying a young dream, he is destroying a thin hope, more importantly, he is tearing a tender soul, so cruel and so cold It was so rough, but he enjoyed it, and even had a sense of pleasure.

Because if you want to become a real powerhouse, you have to go through a thousand trials and tribulations.

He never worried that his actions might destroy a potential "Charlie Parker", because "Charlie Parker" will not sink, "Charlie Parker" will fight back, grow, improve and transform. It's not "Charlie Parker" that can be destroyed and defeated.

Simmons realizes that this is not true, this is not his philosophy, this is not his three views, these are all Fletcher's ideas, but the most amazing thing is precisely here, he enjoys it so much, himself and The intellectual boundaries between Fletcher are disappearing. As if the performance just now had awakened the demon hidden in the depths of his soul, the part that belonged to Fletcher was gradually raising its head, squeezing the space that belonged to Simmons himself.

In a trance, drama and reality are fused and intertwined.

Fearful and excited, worried and excited, confused and excited, nervous and anticipating.

Simmons himself couldn't accurately describe the feeling. He lowered his head again, and the blood remaining on his fingertips seemed to become real and concrete again, as if he had just strangled Andrew with his own hands. This feeling is really...indescribable.

Andrew?

Simmons raised his head sharply, following his inner guidance, and looked at Renly who was sitting in the chair.

Renly still sat quietly in the same place, did not move, lowered his head deeply, with his hands above his knees, he was rubbing the fingernails of his thumb with his index finger, as if he was looking for the fleshy thorns around his fingers, and he couldn't get through with himself. , faintly revealed a trace of anxiety and annoyance.

That was Andrew, not Renly.

A wounded, lonely and helpless soul, after the baptism of the wind and rain, is trying to cheer himself up again and find a way forward, but he is at a loss, his pupils are shaking at a loss, quietly. He surveyed the surrounding scene, like a fox running on the ice, tiptoed forward, ears erected, a little bit of wind and grass will make it run away quickly, and then never find it again.

With a light glance out of the corner of his eye, he caught the amazed, ridiculed, mocking, stunned, and puzzled gazes of the band members, like a hurricane, slowly and slowly awakening him, the humiliation of self-esteem and The proud trampling overwhelms the shame, far past pain and bitterness,

It was also far beyond sadness and helplessness, which stabbed his soul fiercely.

In an instant, he stood up abruptly, walked quickly away from the range of the drum set, like a lost dog, hurriedly left the practice room, and walked away. Every second he stayed here was a torment, comparable to Ling Chi. put to death. He just wanted to leave, he just wanted to run away like a coward, but so what? At least he doesn't need to suffer like a frying pan anymore.

"..." Simmons tried to stop him from leaving, but the words got stuck in his throat, Renly? Or Andrew? He didn't know which name he should call, and before he had time to make a decision, the figure had disappeared behind the swaying door panel, and the footsteps of escaping were getting faster and faster.

What's more, he didn't know what to say, "I'm sorry"? Does an apology really work?

Inexplicably, Simmons could feel a sadness that he couldn't bear; but at the same time, the voice belonging to Fletcher was whispering: This is the test he needs to endure, and this is the only way for him to succeed. The road, either persist or give up, the choice is simple, no one can force him.

Those demonic whispers made people unable to resist, and he actually... faintly expressed his approval!

So, what should he do now?

Turning his head, Simmons looked at Damien and tried to ask for help, but he was disappointed. Damien was unaware of these anomalies, and was discussing the shooting of the next scene with the staff enthusiastically. His ecstatic expression revealed his excitement and joy.

The director and the actor are different after all.

Inexplicably, Simmons felt a little lost. Looking at the direction Renly left, he stood there, at a loss.

...

Renly walked out of the rehearsal room, his head still drooping deeply, unable to lift it up, he just wanted to hide in a corner where no one could see, lick his wounds silently, and swallow all the humiliation and embarrassment. Going down, it seems that as long as you are isolated from the world, everything that happened just now can become easier.

Actually, this is not too deep into the play.

When Damien interrupted the rhythm of the filming, Renly had come to his senses, and the line between drama and reality was becoming clear again, but Renly did not immediately get rid of the performance state, but remained immersed in it. In this emotional bondage and distress. He did it on purpose.

After the egot, on the surface, Renly seemed to be light-hearted and indifferent, but he knew very well that complacency and pride were spreading uncontrollably. When he was dreaming back at midnight, Renly also had a dazed feeling: Now, what else can he do? Or, what should he do?

"New York Times" Bradley - Adams interview is very realistic.

Even though Renly II was human, in the final analysis, he was still an ordinary person, experiencing a story that most people have never experienced in their entire lives, standing at the crossroads of history, standing at the top of the pyramid, standing at the In the hurricane of spotlights and spotlights, intoxication and secret rooms are still inevitable, and even if he tries hard to keep himself awake, there is still little success.

It's like a marathon.

When I started, I was full of willpower and passion, but as I ran, I gradually forgot the starting point and the ending point, and I forgot other people I had forgotten. It seemed that everything became meaningless, just mechanically. Keep running, so just leave everything behind and keep running wildly, just sprint, sprint, sprint.

But suddenly at a certain moment, it crossed the finish line like this. He is the first.

The joy and happiness of the championship filled my chest in an instant, but, after that? Looking back, he can't see the other contestants, and he can't see the goal ahead. He has already stood at the top, so what should we do next? There is no guidance, no direction, the emptiness and loneliness, the dazed and helpless, more turbulent and crueler than the loneliness brought by the extreme cold.

Renly forced himself to calm down, devoted himself wholeheartedly to the rehearsal of "The Bursting Drummer", returned to his role as an actor wholeheartedly, and found his passion for acting again, not for awards, not for the box office, but for his own expectations and persistence, and continued. Keep performing.

It's called a dream.

Really perform for yourself.

In such a situation at such a time, Renly is extremely fortunate to have encountered the work "Boom Drummer". Because Andrew Neiman's state of mind is precisely the best choice for reawakening his original intention and reawakening his dreams.

Thus, it is clear that reality and fantasy can be clearly distinguished, but Renly forced himself to immerse himself in the emotions of the performance and the world of the characters, in such a way that he forgot the halo of egot and started from scratch.

Invisibly, this fits perfectly with Andrew.

Once Chu Jiashu was inferior, he didn't think he could realize his dream, or in other words, he couldn't realize his dream, he could only draw the shape of a daydream in his mind, even if he was reborn as Renly, He also still harbored hesitation and hesitation, because of his own uncertainty, and because of the judgments of George and Elizabeth, all of which made him sway.

But he still chose to stick to his dream.

Not by faith nor by faith, but by faith. He had faced death once, and he knew that he should not hold back because of cowardice. Only by taking active and brave steps would he live a life in vain, so he began to run wildly.

The success of egot made him become self-confident and even complacent. He almost thought he had the whole world, and gradually began to get carried away. Then, he slammed into a wall, just as Andrew met Fernandez. Like Fletcher, Renly also allowed himself to "meet" Fletcher.

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