The Greatest Showman

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

"Are you sure? It seems to me that this time is correct, at least more so than the previous one. I can use this one."

"You can, but I can't. Do it again. Trust me, okay? I can do better, the importance of this scene is far more important than the opening scene on the first day, when you all tossed it. All afternoon, what about this scene? You're content with that? Don't you want to see a more complete and proper performance?"

"My dear, you can talk. Then do it again, and let me see the true essence of the show. I believe in you!"

"No problem, trust me!"

Then, Tony turned to the crew and shouted again, "One more time!"

"Oh!" This time, the complaining was no longer covered up, and broke out directly. Ninety minutes, another full ninety minutes passed, and the filming of the scene just now still failed to achieve a breakthrough. Eli and Tony are still spinning around. Now it's going to happen again, many crew members are on the verge of collapse

Because it's already past four o'clock, and in half an hour or an hour later, it will be dawn in New York, which means that their fourth day of shooting is still nothing? This is torture for anyone.

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

If he had a choice, he would also like to call it quits now, go home to sleep, and, more importantly, officially end filming of the scene. But obviously, he is not the one who has the right to speak. Tony and Renly are two complete lunatics. When lunatics meet lunatics, they are the common people who suffer.

He didn't like Renly. Or to be more precise, Renly didn't like him.

To be honest, Jeremy couldn't see a reason for the performance of the few scenes just now. He always thought that it was almost the same as the performance before Renly cut off filming. Yes, the quality is very good. So, Jeremy doesn't understand what the insistence of the two lunatics is, what's more, even Tony has already nodded his head, and Renly is still persistent, which is really people...

A burst of anger was stuck in his chest, and it was unbearably stuffy.

The restlessness outside the bus seemed to explode at any moment, and the scene would be so ugly that no one would want to see it; but the calm inside the bus seemed completely unaffected.

Sammy looked at Renly, who had adjusted his breathing and settled down. He sat on the spot and read the script carefully. This page of script Renly had been torn apart. , even Sammy can recite fluently. But Renly began to read again.

Renly's quietness and stability calmed Sammy's irritability and anxiety a little, and he sat quietly beside him, a little dazed, and then Renly's voice suddenly broke the stability, "Okay! Let's start! "Sami quickly came back to his senses, took a deep breath, took a deep breath again, and knelt on the ground again, facing the other extra, and set up his position.

This time, Tony didn't get on the bus, but stood behind the monitor to watch the whole scene from a holistic perspective, including the cameraman's shot, as well as the shot set in advance, to make sure the actors did a good job After preparing, Tony shouted again, "Start!"

If it weren't for the dazzling record on the scene board, the sixty-ninth shooting, it is estimated that even Tony himself would not be able to remember the number of times. After the studio finished playing the board, he shouted, "Start shooting!" Then he bent down and ran away in a hurry, and the bus began to stagger forward.

Henry let out a sigh of relief, but it got stuck in the middle of the spit. The breath got stuck in his throat, neither swallowed nor spit it out, his brows were full of exhaustion, and the heavy sleepiness pulled his eyelids down. , and then he raised his left hand, inserted his hair through the hair, and combed it back. Such a simple action made even his entire head lean back, and every detail of his body was written after struggling. Feeling tired, he spit out the remaining half of his breath, his shoulders drooping down.

That heavy weight pulled the whole person down, and the brows and corners of the eyes leaked a shadow of despair, but the seemingly calm eyebrows had a lingering gray, like a long and boundless rainy season. In the middle, the white shirt was wet again and again by the wind and rain. The heavy dark gray came out little by little from the white bottom, damp, cold, gloomy, and heavy.

Forcefully tried to lift his shoulders, but he only lifted them invisibly, as if he could see the invisible weight pressing down heavily like a Mount Tai, magnifying the effect of gravity ten times, a hundred times, and the shoulders. The line collapsed like this, and he sat in the same place in a daze.

His eyes seemed to have lost focus, staring straight ahead, his dark brown pupils flashed with pain, and his slightly frowning brows struggled twice in pain, the kind of desperate torture and torment. Boiling in the depths of the eyes, like being in the scorching fire of hell, the pain deep into the bone marrow is frantically licking the soul, tearing it into pieces bit by bit, and it seems to be clearly visible to the naked eye. The process of turning into ashes was so desperate and so painful that no sound could be made.

Without warning, the tearing pain and the boundless despair

Wang collided with each other, and a tear flashed in the depths of his eyes. Henry hurriedly closed his eyes, and the crystal teardrops hung on his long eyelashes and did not fall, reflecting the swaying light in the bus, spreading a heartbreak.

Even if he didn't open his eyes, the slightly tangled eyebrows still revealed a strong torment, and the bitterness and repressed pain were surging.

He gritted his teeth and seemed to be suffering an unimaginable torture. The lines of his face began to stiffen, revealing desolation in his coldness, but he endured it to the extreme, and tears still fell from the slits of his closed eyes. The sudden collapse, a muffled cry came from the chest, and it was pressed firmly under the throat, but it still leaked a groan, that kind of forbearance, that kind of depression, that kind of despair revealed by restraint. The corners of his slightly trembling mouth twitched.

Repression, repression, repression, repression with all one's strength, but still unable to stop the fall from the dark abyss, the huge pull of the free fall, destroying all control unreasonably.

Tears fell down in big chunks, even if you closed your eyes, even if you clenched your teeth, even if you clenched your fists, you still couldn't stop the tears from surging out, but there was no sound in the whole cry. The thin breathing seemed to disappear, only the hot tears continued to fall, the silent cry, the silent accusation, and the silent roar, outlined the endless despair.

He just sat there quietly, crying quietly, as if he could clearly see all the lines of defense, all the armor, and all the shells falling apart.

Quiet, the surroundings were quiet, only the engine of the bus hummed in the middle of the night, but there was one person whose world was falling apart.

This is really too cruel, so that people can not bear to continue watching.

Jeremy was completely stunned. Before he realized it, the tears had already blurred his vision. He didn't even have time to wipe off the water stains to hide his embarrassment, and the tears had already burned the back of his hand. He raised his hand, his face was already wet. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound at all. He just froze in place, as if he had lost his control over his emotions and his sense of emotion. He stood there dumbfounded, crying bitterly. He didn't know why he was crying, but the tears just couldn't stop.

Such a picture is really too unbearable, so bitter that I can't breathe.

The emotion like a volcanic eruption erupted in a calm and calm performance, but the shock of the mountains and the tsunami erupted. The whole set was silent, and the spreading silence was like a huge wave beating on a cliff, one wave after another, making people panic, torment, and even more desperate.

Breathing, breathing deeply, the turbulent emotions seemed to calm down in an instant, those eyes finally opened again, the dark brown pupils were covered with a thin layer of water mist, bottomless, and appeared There are ripples, bitterness, regret, self-blame, pain, sadness, loneliness, loneliness, and countless other emotions, but none of them can be accurately expressed. It is just darkness, boundless darkness, surging with mixed emotions, and step by step toward despair.

He took a deep breath, but all the oxygen was trapped in his throat, he couldn't swallow it at all, his hot lungs started to burn, and then he coughed violently, darkly, as if to take his entire lungs They all coughed out, and then overturned and destroyed the reluctantly built barrier again. Every time he coughed, the hot tears began to burst, almost scalding his cheeks, but he couldn't stop at all.

He could only clench his fists, frown tightly, breathe, breathe heavily, and a morbid rosy tinge appeared on his sweaty cheeks, as if rouge-like lips outlined a touch of death. Then he drooped his head feebly like this, emptied his soul, and fell on the chair, the despair that bound his ankles quickly descended toward the bottomless abyss.

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

The end of despair, is to give up, or accept?

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