Chapter 1422

The little commotion outside the practice room has been calmed before it has time to surge, which has not affected the internal shooting at all.

Damien stood beside the camera, excited, nervous, excited, excited and anxious. All his attention was focused on the camera. In his mind, Tian Ma Hang space began to conceive the editing method of the finished film. Now the play has completely broken away from the shackles of the script and is developing in a positive direction.

In the script, the play has only one frame but no specific plot, because what Damien needs to capture is a kind of state and an emotion. He does not have a complete idea of how to present it. He hopes to carry out different attempts and running in with the actors in the shooting to find the most appropriate way of expression.

"Andrew went to the bathroom, prepared a bucket of broken ice, went back to the practice room, sat behind the drum and began to practice the caravan."; But constrained by the palm injury, the rhythm of double jump can't be improved. Andrew's mood is out of control. After venting, he still keeps practicing

That's all.

Before the shooting, Damien communicated with lenley about the basic emotional context, and then gave lenley the initiative to perform.

Now, lanli's performance is out of the framework of the script, but Damien doesn't mind. Seeing lanli's performance with his own eyes, his mind is full of sparks. Inspiration is like a spring. The clear fragments are gradually integrated, and the pictures that are not clear enough will naturally become clear.

However, Damien is not sure when to stop shooting - or he lacks enough experience. He decides to continue to give lenley performance space to see how the follow-up performance is, and wait until the brain prompts "card" before ending the shooting of the play.

Andrew sat on the stool again, spread out his right palm, looked at the bloody wound, and then slowly, slowly closed the palm, clenched into a fist, that touch of dark red blood stains red fingertips, like cardamom general, soul stirring, palm and forearm muscles slowly wriggling, looks like the face of the devil.

Next——

Slowly, slowly, he put his right fist into the ice bucket, and clattered. The slight sound of the ice began to strike the wriggling muscles, just like countless embroidery needles drilling into the pores at the same time. The muscles of his arm became tense and stiff in an instant, but then relaxed, as if he could really feel the taste:

All the pain broke out and released instantly, but then it froze in the ice water and was sealed up. At present, it is so. After that, along with the process of ice dissipation, all of them will be released bit by bit, and tear every inch of muscle several times.

Dark red blood in the ice water slowly dense open, bright red color as pigment general, bright and dazzling, rich smell of blood seems to diffuse, with a dark breath of death.

"Wow!"

Andrew picked up his right fist again and grasped the drumstick again. The diluted blood fell down along the drumstick, but he didn't care. He just swung his right hand casually, and the water immediately scattered everywhere, dripping on the top of the tiaoza, the big drum and the military drum. The light rose red was like crystal clear amber, crawling on the surface of the instrument.

Then Andrew's eyes fell on the sling.

Although the jazz drum has just been completely broken, but he can continue to practice the double jump skills, especially his right hand.

Andrew's upper body slightly leans forward - it's not a standard movement. The real standard movement should keep his back straight and try to relax his shoulders. But now he can't care about it. There is a fierce anger in his eyes. He stares at the sling like a hawk hawk, as if he can swallow it alive, The upper body leans forward a little.

Solemnly raised his right hand, fingertips in fine-tuning the way to grasp, as far as possible to let his fingers relax, and then instant force, no excessive, no buffer, from zero to 400 hit, full speed to the extreme——

But obviously, this method is wrong.

Not to mention whether he has the ability to release all the energy in an instant and hit the highest frequency of the drum under the condition of tight muscles, which puts forward extremely strict requirements for the drummer. It is almost impossible to complete the task, even the most top drummer is very difficult.

The outcome is obvious.

Andrew's strike now has no frame. It's not 400 or any other strike. All the rhythms are in a complete mess. It's just speeding up. It's like a child trying to see how high frequency he can hit. That's all. Not to mention the rhythm, even the basic music theory can not feel.

But he didn't fall apart at once. His eyes slowly gathered together, and there was a kind of evil force hidden in his eyes. It was as if he had witnessed an impulsive and violent killing scene with his own eyes. He only used his fist to strangle a life one by one. The bloody scene of blood splitting and brain full of the ground made people's stomach tumbling.

The eyes are more and more sharp, and the blows are more and more fierce.

The dim light in the practice room is projected on the light, and the golden halo is surging. All of them are in a mess. They are disorganized and irregular. They are dazzling. They reflect the energy of violent attacks and stir up in the whole practice room.

Andrew knew that his beating was a piece of rubbish.

His eyes began to turn red gradually, as if he had killed his red eyes. All his anger was released without reservation. He clenched his teeth tightly and squeezed out of his teeth with a curse

"You are a waste! You're a piece of shit! You are a soft egg! It's no use at all! Should be eliminated, should be replaced! You can't even practice the most basic skills, and you want to be buddy rich! Arrogance! Stupid! Rubbish! ugly! Shameless! waste material! blamed! Grass! Grass grass grass! Grass

Gnash your teeth, as if you can gnaw a bloody taste between your lips and teeth. That kind of unforgettable hatred erupts from the inside out and goes on and on.

This is not Andrew. This is Fletcher.

At that moment, Andrew was Fletcher's body, his eyes were red and he swore, his mouth foam was splashing, and he didn't show any mercy. In the ugliest and dirtiest way, he completely pulled off the last layer of fig leaf, but he didn't mean to stop. In the curse, the adrenaline burst made his facial expression begin to twist——

Make complaints about the smile, and appear to be laughing at his own self willed, seemingly tucking his own fond dream. It seems that he is rending his last defense. The cruel pleasure has burst out from his eyes and it has been almost as if he is torturing himself, but Fletcher himself.

go forward with great strength and vigour. with vigour and vitality.

In a trance, the images of Andrew and Fletcher overlap in this way, and then go back to the day when Andrew joined the band for the first time. Under the pressure of Fletcher's fierce wind and rain, Andrew was completely trapped, and bit by bit collapsed, even the last bit of dignity and pride had been completely crushed.

But at this time, I realized that there was still a last trace of pride in Andrew's heart. Today, he himself crushed it by hand, and completely crushed it into powder. Just when everyone thought that Andrew would collapse, his eyes, his clear eyes——

Eyes without any look or light, like the black pupil of a walking corpse, can't find any life, even the soul seems to have been completely defeated and dissipated; Then, a little light gathered again, as if it was focusing. The pupils became clear gradually. There was no temperature, no color, no emotion, but a cold-blooded and cruel fury burst out, like a hurricane brewing slowly.

Pop.

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

If you want to accurately describe it, you just pressed the switch of the street lamp, but the light of the street lamp was bright, and then it went out, and the whole world escaped into the darkness, which was completely dark.

But just because of this calm, a cold sweat came out of the spine, shivering and shivering, and a storm was brewing, because it was too calm.

Then Andrew stopped hitting.

There is no unnecessary movement, quiet and calm to sit in place, panting.

Slowly, the blood slowly slides down the drumstick. Even if the face is expressionless, even if the water is quiet, even if the blue waves are vast, the shivering sense of horror spreads slowly, which is even more creepy than the clown's smile in "Batman: Dark Knight".

The whole practice room was silent. No one cared about Melissa. Compared with lanli in front of her, the little episode was insignificant, even a grain of dust. Everyone could only watch lanli quietly. The fear and confusion in the bottom of his eyes were climbing up little by little, so that his palms began to sweat, But now I don't even dare to wipe the sweat. It seems that I can catch the slight sound of the sweat falling.

"Card!"

Damien stood up straight, yelled, and then immediately turned around, panting like a drowning drowned chicken.