1421 Trivial

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The little commotion outside the practice room subsided before it had time to surging, and it didn't affect the shooting inside at all.

Damien stood next to the camera, excited and nervous, excited and anxious, all his attention was devoted to the shot, and his mind began to think about the editing method of the finished film. Now this scene It has been completely out of the shackles of the script and has developed in a positive direction.

In the script, this scene has only a frame and no specific plot, because what Damien needs to capture is a state and an emotion, he has not fully conceived how to present it, and hopes to have different attempts with the actors during the shooting. With the run-in, to find the most appropriate way of expression.

"Andrew went to the bathroom to prepare a bucket of crushed ice, returned to the practice room, sat behind the drum set, and began to practice 'caravan'; but due to the injury of his palm, the rhythm of the double jump could not be improved, and Andrew lost control of his emotions. After venting, Keep practicing."

The above is all.

Before the official start of filming, Damien communicated with Renly about the basic emotional context, and then handed over the initiative to Renly.

Now, Renly's performance is out of the frame of the script, but Damien doesn't mind at all. Witnessing Renly's performance with his own eyes, his mind can be said to be full of sparks, inspiration is like a spring, and those clear fragments gradually merged , the picture that was not clear enough naturally became clear.

It's just that Damien is a little unsure about when to stop filming - or lacking enough experience, he decided to continue to give Renly performance space to see how the follow-up performances are, and waited for the "card" prompt in his brain. End the filming of the scene.

Andrew sat on the stool again, spread out the palm of his right hand, looked at the bloody wound, and then slowly, slowly closed his palm, clenched it into a fist, and the dark red blood stained his fingertips. Like cardamom, it is thrilling, the palm and forearm muscles are slowly squirming, and it looks like the face of the devil.

Immediately after—

He slowly, slowly put his right fist into the ice bucket, and the slight sound of stirring the ice began to hit the squirming muscles, like countless embroidery needles drilling into the pores at the same time. His muscles tightened and stiffened instantly, but then relaxed, as if he could really feel the taste:

All the pain erupted and released instantly, but then it froze in the ice water, and everything was sealed up. This is the case for now. After that, along with the process of dissipating the ice, all will be released little by little, and it will tear every inch of muscle exponentially.

The dark red blood slowly smeared out in the ice water, and the dark red color was like paint, bright and dazzling, and the rich bloody smell seemed to permeate like this, with a gloomy aura of death.

"Whoa!"

Andrew picked up his right fist again, grabbed the drumstick again, and the diluted blood slid down the drumstick. The drops fell on the sling, the big drum, and the snare drum, and the faint rose-red color was like crystal clear amber, prostrate on the surface of the instrument.

Then, Andrew's eyes fell on the hanging.

Although the jazz drums have just been completely smashed, he can continue to practice his double-jumping skills, especially his right hand.

Andrew's upper body leaned forward slightly - this is not a standard action, the real standard action should keep the back straight and try to relax the shoulders, but he can't care about it now, and there is a fierce anger in his eyes, Like a falcon, he stared at the hanging, as if he could swallow it alive, and before he knew it, his upper body leaned forward a little.

Raising his right hand solemnly, his fingertips are carefully adjusting the way he grasps, letting his fingers relax as much as possible, and then instantly exerting force, without excessive or buffering, from zero to four hundred strikes, speeding up with all his strength. to the extreme-

But obviously, this approach is wrong.

Not to mention whether he has such an ability, just to say that when the muscles are tense, all the energy is released in an instant, and the drum beats with the highest frequency are hit, which imposes extremely strict requirements on the drummer. It can almost be said that Impossible tasks are difficult for even the best drummers.

The ending is obvious.

Andrew's blows are not framed now, not four hundred blows, not any other blows, all the rhythms have been completely messed up, just accelerating, simply accelerating, like a child is trying his best to see See how high frequency you can hit, that's all. Don't talk about rhythm, you can't even feel the basic music theory.

But he didn't fall apart immediately, his eyes slowly condensed, hiding an evil energy, he couldn't tell the truth, as if he had witnessed a scene of impulsive and violent murder - killing a life with only his fists, punch after punch , the bloody scenes of blood breaking and brains all over the floor made the stomach roll.

The eyes became sharper and sharper, and the blows became more and more fierce.

The dim light in the practice room was projected on the danglings that could be seen, and the golden halo was swaying and swaying. The energy of the violent blow was refracted and stirred in the entire practice room.

Andrew knew that his blows were nothing but rubbish.

Eye

The god gradually began to turn red, as if his eyes were reddened. All the anger was released without reservation. He clenched his teeth tightly and squeezed out the curse word by word from the gap between his teeth. :

"You're a piece of trash! You're a piece of shit! You're a softball! It's useless! You should be eliminated or replaced! You can't even practice the most basic skills, and you still want to become a Pakistani. Dee-Ricky! Arrogant! Stupid! Garbage! Ugly! Shameless! Rubbish! Damn! Grass! Hassle-shouldered! Shrouded!"

Gritting his teeth, it seemed that the bloody smell could be gnawed between the lips and teeth, the unforgettable hatred erupted from the inside out, and vented out endlessly.

This is not Andrew, this is Fletcher.

At that moment, Andrew was possessed by Fletcher, his eyes were crimson and he cursed, and the foam splashed without showing any mercy. In the ugliest and dirtiest way, he completely tore off the last layer of the fig leaf, But he didn't mean to stop at all. In the curse, the burst of adrenaline made his facial expression start to distort——

Faintly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he seemed to be mocking his own self-control, he seemed to be complaining about his wishful thinking, and he seemed to be defeating his last defense, that kind of cruel pleasure, from his eyes. Little by little it burst out, as if... as if he was not torturing himself, but the self that Fletcher despised.

Mighty. vigorous.

In a trance, the images of Andrew and Fletcher overlapped like this, and then returned to the day when Andrew joined the band for the first time for rehearsal. Under the pressure of Fletcher's torrential rain, Andrew was completely caught. A little disintegration, and even the last remaining dignity and pride have been completely crushed to smithereens.

But it was only now that I realized that Andrew still had the last trace of pride in his heart. Today, he crushed it with his own hands, completely crushed it mercilessly, and completely turned it into powder. Just when everyone thought that Andrew would collapse, Those eyes, those clear eyes—

Eyes without any expression or light, like the black pupils of the dead, can't find any vitality, and it seems that even the soul has been completely defeated and dissipated; then, a little bit of light gathers again, as if focusing, the pupils. Gradually it became clear that there was no temperature, no color, no emotion, but a cold-blooded and cruel fury burst forth, as if a hurricane was slowly brewing.

Snapped.

Without warning, the frenzy disappeared again, completely disappeared, and then the eyes returned to normal, calm and calm, no anger, no violence, no madness, as if nothing had happened. It was average, even more stable than a windless lake, without even a single ripple.

If I want to describe it accurately, I just pressed the switch of the street light, but the light of the street light turned on, and then went out, and the whole world disappeared into a darkness that could not be seen, downright darkness.

But it was precisely this calmness that caused a cold sweat to break out from the spine, and the chills made him shiver again and again, and he could vaguely feel that a storm was brewing, because the calmness was too abnormal.

Then, Andrew stopped hitting just like that.

There was no extra movement, and he sat quietly and calmly, gasping for breath.

Slowly, the blood slowly slid down the drumstick, even if the face was expressionless, even if the water was still, even if the blue waves were vast, the shuddering horror still spread slowly, which was even better than "Batman". : The Dark Knight's joker's smile is even more creepy.

The whole practice room was silent, and no one cared about Melissa. Compared to Renly in front of him, that little episode was insignificant, not even a speck of dust. Everyone could only be silent. Looking at Renly, the panic and panic in the depths of his eyes were rising little by little, so that his palms began to sweat, but now he dared not even wipe the sweat, and he seemed to be able to catch the sweat in his ears. The slight sound of slipping.

"Card!"

Damien stood up straight, shouted, and immediately turned away, gasping for breath, as if he had just come ashore from drowning.

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