Chapter 560

"No, it's not what I want. The direction is right, but the details are too rigid and the performance is too obvious. I'll do it again. I know the whole rhythm and scale now. "

"Are you sure? In my opinion, this time is right, at least more right than the previous one. I can use this one. "

"You can, but I can't. One more time. Trust me, OK? I can do better. The importance of this play is far more important than that of the first day. At that time, you spent the whole afternoon tossing. What about this play? Are you satisfied? Don't you want to see a more complete and appropriate performance? "

"Good guy, you can talk. Let's do it again. Let's see the real essence of the performance. I believe you

"No problem, believe me!"

Then Tony turned to the crew and said, "one more time!"

"Oh This time, the complaints simply did not cover up. They broke out directly. Ninety minutes later, another ninety minutes later, the shooting of the scene just now still failed to make a breakthrough. Langley and Tony were still in the same place. Now it's going to happen again. Many crew members are on the verge of collapse——

Because it's more than four o'clock now, and in half an hour or an hour, it will be dawn in New York, which means that their shooting on the fourth day is still nothing? It's torture for anyone.

This time, even Jeremy has no energy to comfort other staff.

If he had a choice, he would like to finish work now and go home to sleep. More importantly, he would like to officially end the shooting of the play. But obviously, he is not the one who has the right to speak. Tony and Langley are two absolute lunatics. When a lunatic meets a lunatic, they are the common people who suffer.

He didn't like Langley. Or, to be more precise, he didn't like it.

To be honest, Jeremy couldn't see a reason for the performances just now. He always thought that they were similar to the one before lenley interrupted shooting. He couldn't say which one was good or which one was bad, but he was sure that the quality was very good. So, Jeremy doesn't understand what the two lunatics insist on. What's more, even Tony has already nodded his head and passed the test, and Langley is still indomitable. It's really amazing

A stream of anger stuck in the chest, very stuffy.

It seems that the agitation outside the bus may explode at any time. At that time, the scene will be very ugly. No one will want to see this scene; But the calm inside the bus seems to have had no effect at all.

Sammy looks at lanli who adjusts his breath and settles down. He sits in the same place and reads the script carefully. This page of the script lanli has been torn, and the content is as big as slapping hands over and over again. Let alone lanli, even Sammy can recite it fluently. But Langley began to read again.

Lanli's calmness and calmness calmed Sami's restlessness and uneasiness. He sat quietly beside him, a little distracted. Then lanli's voice suddenly broke the steady, "OK! Let's go Sammy quickly recovered, took a deep breath, took a deep breath again, knelt on the ground again, and set his position in front of the other mass actor.

This time, instead of getting on the bus, Tony stood behind the monitor and watched the whole scene from an overall perspective, including the photographer's lens and the lens set in advance. After confirming that the actors were ready, Tony yelled again, "go!"

If it wasn't for the dazzling recording on the scoreboard, even Tony himself would not have been able to remember the times of the 69th shooting. When the recording was finished, he raised his voice and said, "let's shoot!" Then he bent down and ran away. The bus began to stagger forward.

Henry breathed out a little, but he got stuck in the middle of it. He didn't swallow it or spit it out. His brows were full of fatigue, and his eyelids drooped down. Then he raised his left hand, crossed his hair, and combed his hair back. It was such a simple action, But let the whole head all lean back, every detail of the body is full of tired after struggling, the rest of the breath long to spit out, the whole shoulder drooped down.

The heaviness of the heavy as if it were a great force drags the whole person down. A shadow of dispirited mood appears on the tip of eyebrows and corners of eyes. The seemingly calm eyebrows have a lingering gray, just like the white shirt that has been wet by the rain and wind again and again in the long and boundless rainy season. The heavy dark gray comes out from the white bottom scale, moist, cold and warm Gloomy and heavy.

Forced to try to lift the shoulder, but only slightly invisible to lift, as if you can see that the invisible weight like Mount Tai heavy pressure down, the role of gravity magnified ten times, a hundred times, so the shoulder line collapsed, sitting in the same place.

His eyes seemed to have lost their focus, and he looked straight ahead. The dark brown pupil flashed away with a look of pain. His frowning brow struggled with pain twice. The torture and suffering of despair were boiling in the depths of his eyes, as if he were in the heat of hell. The pain deep into the bone marrow was licking his soul madly, Bit by bit tearing into pieces, the naked eye seems to be able to clearly see the process of turning into ashes, despair to the extreme, pain to the extreme, so that no sound can be made.

Without warning, the tearing pain and boundless despair collided together, a tear flashed in the depths of the eyes. Henry closed his eyes in a hurry. The crystal tears hung on his long eyelashes, reflecting the flickering light of the bus and casting a heartbreak.

Even if I didn't open my eyes, the slightly entangled eyebrows still revealed the deep suffering, the pain of forbearance and depression.

He clenched his teeth and seemed to be suffering from unimaginable torture. The lines of his face began to become stiff and bleak in the cold. However, when his patience reached the extreme, the tears still slipped down from the closed eyes. In an instant, he collapsed. There was a dull cry coming out of his chest. It was dead under his throat, but it still revealed a dull hum, That kind of forbearance, that kind of depression, that kind of convergence revealed despair, in the gently shaking corner of the mouth dense open.

Repression, repression, or repression, all the efforts of repression still can not stop the fall of the dark abyss, the huge pull of free fall, unreasonable to destroy all the control.

Tears, big drop down, even if you close your eyes, even if you clench your teeth, even if you clench your fist, you still can't stop the surge of tears, but the whole cry is silent, even the breath seems to disappear, only the hot tears continue to fall, silent cry, silent complaint, silent roar, To sketch out the endless despair.

So he sat quietly in the same place, crying quietly, as if he could clearly see that all the defense lines, all the armor, all the shells were falling apart, and the fragments reflected in the crystal tears were like heaven falling apart.

Quiet, around a quiet, only the sound of the bus engine in the middle of the night, but there is a person's world is falling apart.

It's so cruel that people can't bear to watch it any more.

Jerry Mitchell was completely stunned. Before he realized it, his eyes were blurred by tears. He didn't even have time to wipe off the water stains to hide his embarrassment. Tears had scalded the back of his hand. Raise your hand, your face is wet. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't make any sound. He just stood in the same place, as if he had lost the control of his emotion and the touch of his emotion. He stood in the same place and cried bitterly. He didn't know why he was crying, but the tears just couldn't stop.

Such a picture is too painful to bear, too bitter to breathe.

It was like the general mood of volcanic eruption, in the quiet, calm performance, but burst out of the tsunami, overwhelming shock. The whole set is silent, and the spreading silence is like a huge wave beating on the cliff, which makes people panic, suffer and despair.

Breathing, breathing deeply, the turbulent mood seemed to calm down in an instant, and the eyes finally opened again. The dark brown eyes were covered with a thin layer of water mist, and there were ripples. There were countless emotions, such as bitterness, regret, self blame, pain, sadness, loneliness and loneliness, but they could not express them accurately. It was just darkness, Boundless darkness, surging mixed emotions, step by step towards despair.

He took a big breath, but all the oxygen accumulated in his throat, and he couldn't swallow it at all. His hot lungs began to burn. Then he coughed violently, faintly, as if he was going to cough up the whole lung. Then he overthrew and destroyed the building barrier again. Every time he coughed, his hot tears began to burst, I almost burned my cheek, but I couldn't stop.

He only clenched his fist, frowned, breathed, breathed, and his sweating cheek turned a morbid ruddy, like the lips smeared with rouge, which outlined the charm of death. Then he drooped his head, emptied his soul, and sat down on the chair. The despair, which was tied around his ankles, fell rapidly into the abyss.

The impact and speed of free fall began to accelerate the pace of destruction. The broken soul was full of holes at this time, and even the last touch of persistence between eyebrows was dissipating. Then, he released his fists, no longer insisted, no longer resisted, no longer worked hard.

The end of despair, give up or accept?