~： Eleven - not as simple as you think

For a chair, the reason is absurd, but Hollywood is much more absurd than that. Especially in the crew, everyone is in Vanity Fair, and it is normal to compete with each other. Practitioners in this industry are almost all sensitive personalities.

When Wayne walked to the prop car, he saw prop master Ross and set designer Mia staring at each other. The two temporary workers hid far away, and no one spoke.

It is estimated that the quarrel is over. On the first day of filming, there were frequent accidents, and there were personnel conflicts in the crew, which made him feel irritable and wanted to smash something.

"Mia, Ross, I don't care what the reason is for the two of you. I promise that there will be no next time. If the work is affected by these **** things, I will use the contract to speak."

He was now in front of the car, slapped the props box hard, saw that they were looking over, and warned them in a serious tone.

Ross was still quite professional, and was the first to say:

"Ok, Wayne, I promise I won't affect my work because of this incident, and there won't be another quarrel, I'm sorry!"

Ross stood up and apologized to him seriously. When he saw Wayne nodding to him, indicating that he understood, he opened the door and got into the car.

When Mia saw that Rose said it first, she shrugged and said sorry to him. He allows conflicts in the crew, but he can't quarrel in front of everyone during working hours, which will bring more difficulty to the already difficult shooting.

At 2 o'clock in the afternoon, the crew started to run slowly again, still shooting the scenes along the way. He planned to put all these scenes in the front of the shooting, and he specially revised the plan.

Although it is still stumbling, at least it is much better than in the morning. Everyone is also adjusting their state and trying their best to adapt to this extremely slow shooting.

"Naomi, the situation is still the same, pay attention to your eyes and try to use them to show shock."

Because the plot is not shot continuously, the shots are mixed, so Naomi needs to express different emotions. In fact, it is not difficult. He is quite strict in his mouth, but in fact, he can pass it.

After all, this is a face-sucking character, and the face setting does not require the actor to perform too much.

"Wayne, is that so?"

I saw Naomi's pupils slowly dilate, and her eyes also dilated a little bit. The temperament of the whole person changed in an instant, and the numb expression couldn't contain the panic, but this panic was not written on her face, it was a way of saying Does not come out of the feeling performance.

"Ok, keep your form. Next, I'll use a defocused shot to give you a close-up of your eyes."

"Happy sacrificial day, the first scene, the fifth act, start!"

He slowly pushed the camera, circled around Naomi in a half-circle, aimed at her face again, and gave her eyes a close-up for a few seconds.

"OK, this one is over, Lily, touch up Naomi's makeup and move on to the next one."

Taking advantage of Naomi's rare condition, he wanted to take more shots of this scene, and if he had to cut it at the end, he would have enough spares.

This kind of ready-made location is already very good. Sometimes the shots needed for a big production may only take a few seconds, and the set-up studio may be used for several months, so normally, the more preparations are prepared in the early stage, the smoother the shooting.

"It's getting late, let's shoot the last scene right now, Naomi, the heroine Terry has been killed many times by this time, she is using the exclusion method to find the real image, she has become visibly weak, take out you That feeling of weakness from practice."

As the filming started, everyone looked at Naomi and hoped that it would end soon. The day's work gave everyone a really bad feeling.

I saw Naomi walking slowly on the road with some weakness. She met those different people, and she started to help them. After a day of torture, Naomi's performance finally entered the state and found the feeling, but unfortunately this is the last scene of the day.

"Come on, Luke pays attention to the finished film, saves it, and goes back and puts it in the safe in my room."

After hearing the director's words, everyone started to pack up and load the car. Wayne saw everyone driving slowly out of school before he got into his car and was about to head back to the hotel.

Naomi was waiting for him in the car, and they made an appointment to have dinner together.

"How about it, do you feel very tired after filming all your scenes on the first day?"

He drove the car and asked Naomi, she looked tired but in good spirits.

"No, Wayne, that's what it feels like. Although it's very tiring, the feeling of being in the center of the camera is great. Everyone is circling around me. I used to go to work, and this is what I most envied."

Wayne was very speechless when she saw that she was obviously in high spirits. Everyone was exhausted, but she felt good. Parked the car in the hotel parking lot, neither of them went back to the room, and went straight to the hotel restaurant.

The whole crew may be starving. Everyone is here, eating quietly. Naomi pulled him and found a corner before taking the initiative to pick up the plate.

Wayne looked at this beauty who was unusually excited and returned with two large plates of food, and decided to say a few more words.

"Naomi, would you like to hear some advice?"

Naomi looked at him and motioned for him to continue while eating.

"There is still room for improvement in your acting skills, just like today, you have adjusted very well. If you can, after the film is made, I suggest you go to an acting training class and learn it again. Although the vase is every movie There can be no less, but there are too many competitors, and you need to improve yourself.”

Wayne finished speaking to her seriously, regardless of whether he would listen or not, he started eating on his own. These successful people are generally more egoistic and rarely follow the advice of others.

And what this country pursues is freedom, even family members will not dictate to others' lives.

After listening to his words, Naomi was stunned for a moment. She hadn't cared about studying and improving herself since she came to Los Angeles. She suddenly felt that Wayne might be a good study object.

Study hard, improve your own value, find opportunities, and try your best to seize them. Isn't that what Wayne is doing? He craved his goals, he craved success, and he was incredibly focused.

"I will, Wayne, do you have any advice for me?"

Wayne glanced at her and said to her in a rare way:

"You know what you want, and after you know what you want, you will naturally find a goal and a way forward, and you will find a way and motivation. Think of the Walk of Fame and Beverly Hills.

You have to concentrate, you will endure everything, because you desire the goal you are going to, because you have to know that to achieve the goal you have to focus, you have to keep learning by yourself. "

After he finished speaking, he put down the plate, got up and walked to Steve, the lighting engineer, and said to him:

"Steve, for tomorrow's shots, I'll use more mixed-up angles to create a first-person perspective and increase the realism of viewing. You need to adjust the lighting, not bright colors like today."

"Ok, no problem."

Seeing that he was thinking about it, Wayne got up and went back to his room. He still had work to do. The first day of shooting was not smooth, and the plan had to be revised.

The next day, the team that was filming early in the morning entered the school. From the first scene in the morning, the filming was still not smooth. The onlookers disturbed the mentality of the actors and other staff members. Even Wayne was surrounded by chaos. Crowds are affected.

Problems with camera, lighting, performance, and props are endless, and anxiety seems to be contagious. After a day of work, I only make up for yesterday's shooting plan.

His anger began to grow. Whenever someone made a mistake, the anger in his chest would explode, and every time he was suppressed by himself.

"cut! Finish work and go back to the hotel."

After Wayne finished speaking, he still couldn't hold back and threw the director's notebook to the ground. Luke picked up the book, put it in his hand, and patted the apprentice on the shoulder.

"Wayne, you need to relax, go to the bar for a drink at night, maybe this can help you."

Wayne nodded to him, indicating that he understood. Luke saw that he had calmed down before turning around to help others pack up props and filming equipment.

It was getting dark, and the temperature in the Los Angeles area began to drop in November. He changed into fresh clothes, put on a coat, and walked into the bar next to the hotel.

There were not many people in the bar. He found a corner of the bar, sat on the high stool, took out the money from his pocket, and handed it to the bar staff.

"Hey, buddy, bring me a beer."

Drinking beer, quietly watching the bartender pour wine, UU reading cleaning glasses. Wayne was still thinking about the filming problem in his head.

"Why are you sitting here by yourself, still thinking about work?"

Naomi sat next to him, holding a glass of whiskey and taking a sip. It can be seen that she is a little drunk, and the pressure of filming may make her need to temporarily anesthetize herself.

"It's nothing, I just feel irritated. Didn't you say you want to protect your body and don't touch this kind of spirits?"

"I want to get drunk once, so that I can fall asleep as soon as possible."

Naomi put down the wine glass and slammed into Wayne's arms, hugging his neck and blowing into his ears.

"Hi, Nami, you're a little drunk. I'll take you back to your room."

Wayne hugged her to prevent her from falling.

"Come on, let's go back to the room, do you want to play something exciting? Wayne, I know you like those, ha."

Wayne shook his head helplessly, helped Naomi back to her room, threw her on the bed with force, took off her high heels, and covered her with a quilt before taking a breath.

"Have a good rest. I have to work tomorrow. I'm going back."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and prepared to go back to his room. He originally wanted to have a few drinks, but was completely disrupted by this woman. No matter how unlikely she was, it would be picked up by strangers. Tomorrow the heroine disappeared from the crew, then he would Crazy.

Suddenly, the woman on the bed lifted the quilt and stopped Wayne.

"Don't you want to stay? Don't want to play something exciting, Wayne. Come on, be a superhero, Catwoman likes a rough Batman, meow!"

Wayne watched her slowly take off everything, and gently crawled towards him on all fours. The urge to be aroused was no longer in control. He walked into the bathroom and watched the little wild cat crawling in bit by bit.