1404 Live Ammunition

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"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

The dense and fast drum beats came from the ears, and Buddy Ritchie's superb rhythm control and power output were amazing. Although it was a series of continuous drum beats, it was possible to distinguish between the drum beats. Jump and connect.

Just like a summer rainstorm suddenly comes and goes quietly, the rain hits thousands of pits on the beach, and there are all pits in the field of vision, but each pit can be clearly identified, and the lines are clear but disconnected.

That kind of spectacle and vastness, that kind of shock and grandeur, blowing towards the face, like a baptism, makes the scalp numb, and also makes people jaw-dropping, completely bathed in a starburst, can only foolishly. Look up. Even a layman who has no research on drum kits can faintly feel the shock of that rhythm.

And now, Andrew must finish this "whiplash" performance.

Renly was so engrossed in the melody in his ears that he didn't even notice the friends who came to visit the class, or, even if he did, he would choose to ignore it, because he had to concentrate on the performance now, and he had no mind. Nor does it have the energy to cope with any form of socialization.

The sound of "bang bang bang" gradually slowed down. It was not that Buddy Ritchie's performance slowed down, but that after listening intently, it seemed as if he had entered a whole new universe, and the musical symbols finally became clear, as if Play at a slower tempo at two or three times the speed, and then each drum beat becomes a "dong dong dong" sound, hammering hard on the heart.

Faintly, he seemed to have captured some inspiration.

Before the inspiration disappeared, he sat up and quickly came to the back of the drum set, opened the "whiplash" score, re-read and re-analyzed it up and down, compared and analyzed the drum rhythm in his mind, and then grabbed it. He picked up his drumsticks, let out a long breath, and tried to relax as much as possible.

Then, play from scratch.

Not the seventeenth quarter, but the first quarter.

The drum beat at the beginning was cut in slowly, not too complicated or too difficult. The whole performance seemed to be very smooth, but after the eighth bar was played, he paused and savored it again and again—

Is his rhythm accurate? Is every sixteenth note on the correct beat? Is there a slap shot or a drag shot when the drumstick falls?

Fletcher’s previous experience made him learn to re-examine himself. Only by delving into every detail to the extreme can he improve his skills to a new level. As for those masters who have abandoned basic techniques, that is another level level up. Now he has to focus on the underlying technology of the moment.

After thinking about it slowly in my mind, I started to play it again. The control of my wrists and fingers became more delicate, but it caused the force to be uneven, and the roundness of each drum sound was different. It was like a big bead. Small beads falling on the jade plate, if all the pearls of the same size, then the sound should be coherent and smooth, but the size of the pearls is different, and the ups and downs of the sound begin to appear cadence.

Sometimes cadence is a good thing, because it can be in tune; sometimes, it's a bad thing, like now.

A second, then a third pause. Unexpectedly, the relatively simple opening chapter seemed to become difficult.

...

"What the hell is he doing?" Damien stood silently watching for a long time, but he couldn't help but question.

In fact, Damien is a mature and stable young man. It can be seen from his use of lenses and stitching of pictures. Even if "Boom Drummer" is his second work, he has already initially shown scheduling and control. However, after all, he still lacks more shooting experience, and it is inevitable that he is a little impatient when dealing with unexpected accidents.

If possible, Damien is willing to calm down and give Renly enough time to slowly figure out the role and slowly polish the scene, because he knows it is worth it, and Renly's performance will never disappoint.

But the problem is that they have really limited time to shoot at Juilliard, every minute and every second is extremely valuable, and in order to be able to complete the shooting within the stipulated time, they have to speed up the process. Therefore, Damien's mentality is inevitably a little anxious.

In fact, he knew what Renly was doing, but he didn't understand why; more precisely, he understood why, but he didn't understand the need for it. For this scene, Renly's speculation and rehearsal were unnecessary, and it could even be said to be a waste of time.

"He's trying to figure out the role," Paul explained.

Damien nodded in agreement, still a little rushed and anxious, "I know. I know he's adjusting right now, trying to figure out Andrew's state, but the problem is, the real hard part is behind, not even Frye. In the 17th stanza, which is constantly provoking, in order to shoot this scene, he only needs to study the difficult part over and over again, and those setbacks and confusions all come from the later difficult parts."

As a writer-director, Damien knows the whole story and all the details, and the repertoire and bridges of each scene are clear. So he understood Renly's actions, but not the necessity.

Because he is a director, not an actor.

Rooney and others don't understand the ins and outs of the story, so naturally they can't speculate on Renly.

but Rooney recalled the episode at the door just now, so she tentatively said, "In a scene before this scene, did he... encounter any setback, or a blow, confidence. Frustrated? So, he's now being tougher on himself, torturing himself over and over again, hoping to be perfect."

"You can see that Renly is actually constantly revising his playing, each time a little different." Rooney's thoughts gradually became coherent.

But at this moment, Ryan, who was still out of the situation, interjected, "Are you sure? Is it different every time?"

The atmosphere suddenly relaxed, Rooney rolled her eyes silently, "I'm not sure, otherwise, you interrupt Renly's performance and ask him personally?" Ryan immediately raised his hands in surrender, and then firmly closed his mouth.

Rooney retracted her gaze and continued, "Damien, Renly is not an actor who wastes time and energy, his every move has a deep meaning, maybe these performances are off-camera and the audience can't see it at all. , but for the characters, it is an important part of the whole context. If we can, we should look at it again, maybe we can see the clues.”

Damien fell silent.

Because he knew that all of Renly's actions became reasonable and smooth once the whole story was connected:

Andrew is forcing himself to do what Fletcher wants, not just for the difficult parts, but for every measure and every note that must be done...perfect, perfect in the true sense, impeccable perfection, so that Fletcher shut up perfectly, the obsession with self-evidence is bursting out little by little, just like going crazy.

The drumbeat of "bang bang bang" continued, but instead of complaining, Damien asked everyone on the scene to keep quiet, and asked the photographer to start his work and record the whole process completely. As for whether the post-editing can be used, it will be discussed later.

...

Once, again, again, after gradually figuring out the doorway, a certain look appeared on his cheek. Although there was no smile, the firmness in his eyes slowly rolled over, as if he had finally re-established This boosted his confidence, which also prompted him to start pushing further towards the difficult part behind.

Section seventeen.

Section eighteen.

Over and over, over and over, he had re-struck at least a hundred times.

He tirelessly searched for the gaps and rhythms between sixteenth notes, and searched endlessly for clues about rushing or dragging. Without Fletcher's oppression and threat, his brain was finally able to calm down and think hard. , listened attentively with his own ears, pushed away the clouds little by little, and then sculpted it over and over again in a dull and tedious manner.

Before I knew it, the door of the practice room was already full of people. The turbulent scene on the third floor and the third floor was silent. There was no sound at all. It seemed that even the sound of breathing had completely disappeared, and all eyes were motionless. The ground fell on the man who was playing the drum.

Thirty minutes, a full thirty minutes passed like this, but he showed no signs of fatigue or fatigue at all. His whole body was as if he had just been fished out of water. The slide fell, wet hair, wet T-shirt, wet drum, but the persistence and focus in those eyes still did not waver.

Amazingly, no one was bored at the scene.

Everyone just stared at him blankly, playing the same piece over and over again, competing with themselves, polishing every detail of the performance bit by bit, even the photographer had to change Working Mode - He fixed the camera on a tripod to ensure that the entire shot was stable and continuous without shaking due to his exhaustion.

But the photographer did not give up his work. He installed three cameras in different corners of the practice room, a total of four cameras to capture the picture, just like a documentary.

At this moment, without warning, Andrew raised his right hand and gave himself a slap in the face, "Crack".

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