1394 Demonstration of Skill

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Simmons stared silently at Renly who was close at hand. He could clearly describe the facial features that framed that face. Young and handsome, deep and soft, it seemed bland but when put together, it revealed a sense of beauty. The unique charm, inadvertently locks the line of sight and cannot be removed.

This is the actor who swept the entire Hollywood by storm. He has created countless brilliance and history at a young age, and has undoubtedly left a place in the long history of filmmaking.

This left Simmons feeling frustrated.

Not because of envy or jealousy, but because of distance. The sense of distance brought about by the huge gap in honor, prestige, strength, talent, works, etc., breeds a sense of timidity and hesitation from the bottom of my heart. He firmly controlled every muscle in his body, but he couldn't shake his raised right hand.

He knew, he knew it all.

This is just a show and a scene. For this slap in the face, they have rehearsed countless times. Even though Damien said that he could borrow the film, Renly still took the initiative to ask for real guns and live ammunition. Mean expressed positive support for the idea of ​​using long takes to complete the full-court scheduling.

Hoping to really take on that madness out of control that perfectly pushes Andrew and Fletcher's relationship to its first breaking point.

All is ready except for the opportunity.

However, after the actual shooting, Simmons still couldn't control his nervousness. "Renly Hall", just a name, has a deterrent and shocking power, as if... it is like a piece of history. Although it is really inappropriate to describe it like this, the sense of oppression is indeed true. as heavy as history.

More importantly, Renly's performance is gradual and deep, and the involvement revealed by the details of his eyes and movements makes Simmons completely unable to extricate himself. He can only move forward passively. Unconsciously, the rhythm of his performance seems to be There was also a faint state of loss of control, but it made him start to panic.

Simmons was almost out of breath.

This can't blame Simmons. Before "Boom Drummer", he had shot countless works, but he will always be someone else's father or someone else's boss or someone else's neighbor, and he is a dispensable existence in the camera, Even with long lines, the audience will never notice the pawn.

He's the kind of actor who goes, "Oh oh oh, I know you, that uncle you played in that movie, that, that's that, right? I think you're very, very familiar!" It seems like everyone who walks by can recognize it He came, but no one could really "recognize" him.

Now, not only has he become one of the most important supporting roles in the film, but he is also working with the most influential actor today, all eyes are on his shoulders in an instant, and that kind of ubiquitous pressure can't be ignored. , No matter how hard you try, some things cannot be overcome by hard work.

The lack of experience and the ups and downs of the experience will inevitably make people worry about gains and losses in tense moments. It is precisely because they have never had it that they are more nervous.

"jk, during the rehearsal, everything was fine, wasn't it? The shooting just now, everything went very well, what's going on? What's going on? Talk to me, jk, I need you to talk to me, just now The filming of the scene is just perfect, all the emotions are very full, all the emotions are in place, why? Why did you stop all of a sudden? God!"

Damien, even more annoyed than the client, grabbed his hair violently, and couldn't help but start sighing.

Simmons couldn't say a word, and he was annoyed and regretted himself, but he just couldn't control it, so what should he do?

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath; turn around and walk back. Simmons is like an ant on a hot pot. He has no way to settle down. He has never encountered a similar situation in his career. I know I need to calm down, but it's just too difficult.

Damien's voice continued to reverberate in his ears, but it was gradually drifting away. He could only vaguely capture some irregular syllables, but could not be completely coherent, let alone the content and the nature of the words. conveyed the meaning. Simmons is trying to focus himself and get back on the character. He always feels that there is something wrong with his surroundings, but he can't say why. This feeling is really weird.

Turning his head unintentionally, he caught Renly's figure again out of the corner of his eyes, and then Simmons suddenly realized:

Renly didn't speak, and that was the weirdness.

Since the filming was unexpectedly interrupted, Renly has never spoken. Damien's annoyance, the exclamation of the staff, the noise of the band members, and Simmons' own depression and frustration, in the bustling chaos Among them, Renly remained silent and quiet, like an outsider.

This is really weird.

"Renly?" Simmons realized that he should apologize to Renly.

As Damien said, the performance just now was smooth and smooth. From rhythm to emotion to lines, all the cooperation and communication were perfect. If it wasn't for Simmons' emergency braking at the last moment, then the shooting of this scene would have been perfect. It can be called an absolute model that cannot be copied; but, unfortunately, there is no if.

Renly lifted his chin and cast his gaze - Andrew the drummer, Frye

Che was the commander, so Andrew was sitting and Fletcher was standing, and the space between the two formed an invisible sense of oppression. At this time, Renly looked up at Simmons with a hint of doubt in his eyes. .

"Isn't it..." Simmons said, but the syllable "sorry" had just come out, and it stopped on the tip of the tongue. All the voices behind it quietly disappeared, staring blankly into Renly's eyes.

Those are a pair of clear and translucent eyes, the light brown luster ripples in circles in the cream-yellow light of the rehearsal room, clean and bright, it seems that there is no trace of impurities, it can even be said to be pure and innocent, as if never Really experienced the storms of the world, with a little tenderness.

Simmons couldn't help but froze for a moment, such Renly... not quite right.

The words stopped quietly, Simmons frowned slightly, and began to explore seriously. His eyes were like rays of light passing through a crystal ball, and bursts of gorgeous light appeared, reflecting different textures and lights. Halo, countless possibilities have evolved.

Now, the slight shrinkage of the pupils can be clearly captured, revealing a trace of timidity, a trace of nervousness and a trace of panic, and then the focus and focal length of the line of sight are quietly shifting little by little, seeming to be dodging Simmons. Looking at and looking at it, the hesitation and panic that keep rolling in the depths of the heart are slowly defeating all defenses, and you can even vaguely feel the slightly tense shoulder muscles, even the neck and chin have become stiff .

He is afraid.

Not just fear, but confusion and fear, like a snail, retreating into its shell, trying to hide its cowardice and vulnerability with a hard shell.

Simmons didn't even need to do anything, just cast his eyes quietly like this, and then he could see that the young and handsome face was falling apart. He subconsciously licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, not only was it ineffective, but also exposed. With dry mouth, anxiety and tension, even swallowing saliva became extremely difficult.

Reflexively, he raised his right hand and tried to wipe off the sweat on his nose, but then he realized that because he was too nervous, his fingers curled up like chicken feet, holding the drumstick tightly, unable to relax, and unable to relax. Control, that action is so comical that it becomes impossible to wipe off the sweat.

He quickly put down his right hand, using the shadow cast by the drum to hide the embarrassment of his hands.

"...First, sir?" he said, his tense voice was dry and without any warmth, and even the simplest one-syllable word was broken into two paragraphs.

Involuntarily, the corners of Simmons' mouth rose slightly and gently, and the person in front of him should be... Andrew, Andrew Neiman.

The complacent young man who thinks he is a genius, the little boy who entered the school without knowing what real elegant art is, the freshman who has a little talent but no basic skills, the nineteen-year-old Not a rookie who doesn't know the world.

A little compliment can make him get carried away, a little doubt can make him lose his senses.

What a loser, a novice loser who doesn't even know how to spell the root word "lose", even among the losers it's the bottom rubbish.

Simmons began to approach slowly, and then saw that Andrew's pupils began to shake violently. He was trying to avoid this, not wanting to reveal his nervousness and timidity, but as everyone knew, he was like an open book, Show yourself completely without any defense.

"I... I don't know." Andrew said again, trying to add something, opened his mouth, but all the words behind disappeared in his throat, and the tight muscles made his shoulders shrug in a very weird posture I got up, and in the end I couldn't say a reason, I just repeated, "I don't know."

He doesn't know where he went wrong, he doesn't know how to fix it, he doesn't even know what's going on in the current situation.

Simmons - no, it should be Fletcher to be precise, he knows that he has all the initiative.

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