Chapter 1395

Simmons quietly looked at lanli. He could clearly depict the facial features on his face. He was young and handsome, deep and soft, seemingly plain but combined to reveal a unique charm. He inadvertently locked his eyes and couldn't move away.

This is the actor who swept the whole Hollywood. At a young age, he has created countless glories and history, and undoubtedly left a place in the long history of film.

It made Simmons feel frustrated.

Not because of envy or jealousy, but a sense of distance. The sense of distance brought by the huge gap in honor, reputation, strength, talent, works and so on, breeds a kind of timidity and hesitation from the bottom of my heart. At the end of the release and outbreak of the performance, like a rein, I firmly control every muscle of my body, and I just can't shake my right hand.

He knows, he knows everything.

It's just a performance and a play. For this slap, they have rehearsed countless times. Even though Damien said he could take advantage of his position to shoot, Langley still took the initiative to ask for live ammunition, and expressed positive support for Damien's idea of using long lens to complete the whole scene scheduling.

Hope to be able to really show that kind of crazy out of control texture, the relationship between Andrew and Fletcher perfectly to the first explosion point.

Everything is ready except the east wind.

However, after the actual shooting, Simmons still can't control his nervousness“ "Langley hall" is just a name, which has deterrent and shocking power. It's like... It's like a period of history. Although it's not appropriate to describe it like this, the sense of oppression is as heavy as history.

What's more, Langley's performance is gradual and in-depth. The involvement revealed by the details of his eyes and movements makes Simmons unable to extricate himself completely and can only move forward passively. Unconsciously, his performance rhythm seems to be out of control, which makes him start to panic.

Simmons was almost out of breath.

This can't blame Simmons. Before "pop drummer", he had photographed countless works, but he is always someone else's father, or someone else's boss, or someone else's neighbor. In the lens, he is an dispensable existence. Even if he has a large section of lines, the audience will never notice this chess piece.

He's the kind of actor, "Oh, I know you, the uncle you played in that movie, that, that, that, right? I think you look very, very familiar! " It seems that everyone passing by can recognize him, but no one can really "recognize" him.

Now, he has not only become one of the most important supporting roles in the film, but also cooperates with the most influential actors today. All eyes are focused on his shoulders for a moment. The ubiquitous pressure can't be ignored. Even if we work hard, some things can't be overcome.

The lack of experience and the frustrations of experience inevitably make people worry about gain and loss in tense times. It is precisely because they have never had it that they are more nervous.

"JK, everything was OK at rehearsal, wasn't it? Just now the shooting, everything is very smooth, what's the matter? What's going on? Talk to me, JK. I need you to talk to me. The shooting of this scene just now is perfect. All the emotions are very full. All the emotions are in place. Why? Why do you stop all of a sudden? God

Damien was even more annoyed than the client. He grabbed his hair and began to sigh.

Simmons couldn't say a word, and he was very upset and regretful, but he just couldn't control it. What should he do?

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath again; Turn around and come back. Simmons is just like an ant on a hot pot. He has no way to settle down. He has never encountered a similar situation in his career. He doesn't know how to deal with it or how to deal with it. He knows he needs to calm down, but it's too difficult.

Damien's voice is still reverberating in his ears, but it is gradually moving away. He can only vaguely capture some irregular syllables, but can not connect them completely, let alone the content and meaning of the speech. Simmons tries to focus his attention and return to the role. He always feels that there is something wrong with his surroundings, but he can't say why. This kind of feeling is really weird.

Inadvertently, he turned his head and caught Lan Li's figure again. Then, Simmons suddenly realized:

Lanli didn't speak. That's the weird part.

After the unexpected interruption of the shooting, Langley never spoke. With Damien's chagrin, the exclamation of the staff, the noise of the band members, and Simmons' own depression and frustration, Langley kept silent and quiet in the bustling chaos, just like an outsider.

It's really strange.

"Lan Li?" Simmons realized that he should apologize to Langley.

Just as Damien said, the performance just now is flowing and complete, from rhythm to emotion to lines, all the cooperation and communication are perfect. If it is not for Simmons' emergency brake at the last moment, then the shooting of the play can be regarded as an absolute model that can not be copied; But, unfortunately, there is no if.

Langley raised his chin and cast his eyes - Andrew is a drummer, Fletcher is a conductor, so Andrew is sitting, Fletcher is standing, the two position space also formed an invisible sense of oppression, at this time, Langley looked up at Simmons, eyes with a trace of doubt.

"Right or not..." Simmons said, but the syllable "sorry" just came out and stopped on the tip of his tongue. All the voices behind quietly disappeared, staring at lanli's eyes.

It was a pair of clear and transparent eyes. The light brown luster rippled in the cream light of the rehearsal room. It was clean and bright. It seemed that it could not find any impurities. It could even be said that it was pure and naive. It seemed that it had never really experienced the storm of the world, with some tender softness.

Simmons can't help but be a little stunned. This kind of lanli is not right.

Words quietly stopped in the mouth, Simmons slightly frowned, seriously explore, the eyes like light through the crystal ball in general, with bursts of gorgeous light, reflecting different textures and halos, evolving into countless possibilities.

Now, we can clearly catch the trace of the slight contraction of the pupil, revealing a trace of timidity, tension and panic. Then the focus and focus of the line of sight are quietly shifting little by little, and it seems to be dodging Simmons' gaze and gaze. The constant hesitation and confusion in the heart are slowly crushing all the defenses, You can even vaguely feel the slightly strained shoulder muscles, along with the neck and chin become stiff.

He's afraid.

Not only fear, but also confusion and fear, like a snail, is retreating to their own shell, trying to use a hard shell to cover up their cowardice and vulnerability.

Simmons didn't even need to do any action, just quietly cast his eyes, and then he could see that the young and handsome face was disintegrating. He subconsciously licked the lip with the tip of his tongue, which was not only ineffective, but also exposed the anxiety and tension of dry mouth, and even the action of swallowing saliva became extremely difficult.

Reflexively, he raised his right hand and tried to wipe off the sweat on his nose. But then he found that because he was too nervous, his fingers curled up like chicken feet, holding the drumstick tightly, and he could not relax or control it. The action was so funny that it was impossible to wipe the sweat.

He quickly put down his right hand, and the shadow cast by the drum concealed the embarrassment of his hands.

"First, sir?" He opened his mouth, and the tight voice line was dry without any temperature. Even the simplest monosyllabic word was broken into two paragraphs.

Involuntarily, the corners of Simmons' mouth rose gently. The person in front of him should be... Andrew, Andrew Neyman.

The young man who thinks he is a genius and complains, the little boy who goes to school but doesn't know what really elegant art is, the freshman who has some talent but doesn't have any basic skills, the 19-year-old rookie who doesn't know the world.

A little praise can make him forget himself, and a little doubt can disturb him.

It's really a loser, a novice loser who doesn't even know how to spell the root word "lose". Even among the losers, he is the bottom rubbish.

Simmons began to approach slowly, and then saw Andrew's pupils begin to shake violently. He was trying to avoid this. He didn't want to expose his nervousness and timidity, but he was like an open book, showing himself completely unprepared.

"I... I don't know." Andrew said again, trying to add something. He opened his mouth, but all the words behind disappeared in his throat. His tense muscles made his shoulders shrug up in an extremely strange posture. In the end, he was unable to say a reason. He just repeated, "I don't know."

He doesn't know what went wrong, he doesn't know how to modify it, and he doesn't even know what's going on.

Simmons - no, Fletcher, to be exact, knows that he has all the initiative.