The four major directors of the 1980s, Steven Spielberg, Francis Ford Coppola, George Lucas and Martin Scorsis. These four directors played a crucial role in the history of American films and had an indelible impact on the future development of industries.

When people saw Steven, Francis and George join forces to present, it seemed that all the suspense had been revealed: they came together to witness Martin reaching the top. Such high-standard treatment and such special choices, such hints are really obvious. These three film masters all appeared together and gave the awards one reason - Martin Scorsis, their old friend.

Of course, objectively speaking, the college does not know the voting results, because all the vote counts are handed over to professional institutions. Even Sid Gannis cannot know the answer before the results are revealed. However, the college has undoubtedly the most say in the internal trend, which will become their biggest basis for arranging award presenters. Now, the college has arranged these three major directors to play, and the intention is really obvious.

In an instant, the audience applause rang, not only for the seemingly for the final award, but also for the attendance of these three great directors. People couldn't help but start to exchange sights. The mixed light in their eyes could not be described clearly in words for a moment, but the kind of restlessness running in the blood and noisy controls the brain.

Lance also politely patted his hands and gave his respect. The outskirts of sight could capture Emma's stiff applause like a robot, which made Lance turn his head and then see Emma's extremely tense face. She had no way to hide her true emotions. Her huge eyes were flashing with light of expectations and trepidation. The panic that was even more nervous than Lance, as if she was the one who competed for the award.

Emma raised her head reflexively and faced Lance's gaze. The smile at the corner of her mouth suddenly bloomed, just like the sunshine that fell after the spring rain. The uneasiness in her eyes was still rippling with shallow ripples, but the bright and firmness made all anxiety settle down. She said, "I believe in you." The voice was drowned in the applause and could not be heard at all, but the specific information could be read through the mouth shape, reflecting the confident gaze, showing a resolute light.

Even though all the guests believed that Lance had no chance to turn the tables; even if the senior officials of the college believed that the suspense of the award had been suffocated; even if the audience in front of the TV believed that the appearance of the three award presenters had put an end to the showdown; even if everyone in the world refused to believe it, she was still standing there.

For a moment, in a short millisecond, time and space just stopped.

Lance's heart leaped vigorously, one after another, the rhythm was not fast, but every move was so hard, as if it had contracted to the extreme and then expanded, bursting out all the blood in the center of the heart, and then circulated back again. Looking at the firm eyes in front of him, as if he had never wavered his determination. His heart felt the powerful force like never before, his chest was filled to the extreme, and an indescribable emotion began to stir up.

Before she could recall the applause at the scene gradually weakened, and the award ceremony was about to begin. Emma turned her head and looked at the stage. The tension caused by the strong expectation made her muscles tense again. Her body couldn't help but lean forward slightly, and she looked at the stage intently, as if the whole world was gathered under the stage lights. This made the curve of the corner of Lance's mouth rise gently, and then she turned to look at the stage, and her breathing began to become hot.

He was nervous.

Lance doesn't lie. He is really nervous at the moment. He is so eager to win this little golden man like never before. He knows that it is too difficult to break the Academy's conservative defense line. In his previous life, George Miller failed to do it in 2015. Now he is ten years ahead of schedule, and it is even more difficult to reach the sky. He knows that defeating Martin is an impossible task. From qualifications, connections, voices, strength, and experience, he is at a disadvantage in all directions. Martin has the excellent advantage of time, place and people this year. He knows that he is still young, and he has countless opportunities to slowly prove himself and polish himself. He can become better and make more progress... He knows that he knows.

But he just wanted to stand on this stage.

Because "Raging Road" has poured all his efforts into his hard work, Namibia's hard shooting has almost exhausted all his energy; because "Raging Road" shoulders all the hopes of Chaos Pictures, they are desperate to put all their futures on this work; because he has won the best director nomination for four consecutive years, he does not want to continue running with him, and witness his competitors step on the stage, he will not hypocritically say "I lost with confidence", he thinks he is the person who should stand on the stage; because he believes that his strength should Get better recognition, even when facing Martin Scorsis, strength is strength, emotion is emotion, and he and Martin are good friends, which makes him want to defeat Martin even more; because he wants a fair showdown, even if there is never pure fairness in real life, the "Raging Road" is better than the "Walking Walker", without doubt; because of his pride, his confidence, his conceit, and his strength, he firmly believes that he should be the winner who will laugh to the end, even if everyone says "This is not your year."

That desire was so real, so hot, so surging, so crazy, so full, filling the whole chest, tightly leaving no gap left, almost unable to breathe, and almost exploded. Since defeating Diorama, he has never felt this desire so deeply... No, even Revenge Diorama cannot match, the urgency was too surging, almost making him want to lose control.

This reminded Lance of what he looked like at the beginning.

He used to be so eager to realize his dream, the dream of the actor, the dream of the director, he once pursued that dream so wildly, desperately, to pieces, moths to the fire, as if life was burning. The urgency was so strong that his soul began to tremble. But he had almost forgotten his former self, until now.

Once again, he felt this urgency, and his soul began to burn. It had nothing to do with Chaos Pictures, Oscars, defeated Martin, defeated the Academy and defeated Warner Bros., or even "Rampant Road", but only with himself, with directors and actors, and... dreams.

This urgent and unscrupulous rushing in his chest was completely out of control, so that he almost drowned and suffocated. However, this suffocation made him feel the truth, the truth that had been lost for a long time, and the truth that had been lost for a long time. He found himself.

Lance's fingers were trembling slightly. This time, he did not use his reason to suppress his emotions, but let all his emotions rush like a flood discharge, feeling this uncontrollable surging. The sweat in his palms was no longer important, the muscles in his body tensed up, and even the eardrums were buzzing. Every cell in his body showed his nervousness and excitement.

The tightening was so tight that his muscles began to feel a little sore, but a smile appeared on the corner of Lance's mouth. A happy smile, and the joy and pleasure from the heart slowly overflowed. Since his rebirth, he felt relieved and joyful for the first time. Perhaps, it was not until this moment that he truly completed the transformation of rebirth and realized the meaning of life again. It was not only the weight of trust, the meaning of dreams, but also the true meaning of life. Three periods of life, he was always running, but never really alive. From now on, his life set sail.

Buzzing, the restlessness, excitement, burning, expectation, and tension lingering in the air, evolved into the depressing and quiet tinnitus, spreading silently, without any form, but everyone could clearly feel it. Lance's focus and focal length gathered again, and the figures of the three movie masters on the stage became clear again.

"The three of us stood here because we knew the feeling of winning the Oscar for Best Director." Francis, who was standing on the far left, spoke first.

Steven, who was standing on the far right, began to squeeze in the middle intentionally or unintentionally, so that George had to take a small step back, "Yes, that's the most exciting feeling in my life."

George looked around and then interrupted with helpless expression, "Hey, guys, I haven't won an Oscar yet." The audience burst into laughter.

Francis and Steven looked at George at the same time, with a speechless face. Steven asked, "Then what are you doing here?" The laughter burst out again.

George shrugged, "I don't know, but I've nominated a few times." But before he finished speaking, Francis interrupted, "No matter what, we both know how glorious it is to get the nomination." He and Steven began to squeeze in between again, and George was almost blocked. Steven also pointed to Frances and himself specifically, emphasizing who "we two" were talking about, and the laughter on the scene could not stop at all.

George shook his head and came out of the gap. "I just want to say that giving is more important than gain." Francis and Steven stood in front of George at the same time, blocking George, and said in unison, "No, no." The laughter and applause of the audience were overwhelming, so that the three of them had to wait a little, and then George said, "Next, here are the nominees who won the 79th Academy Award for Best Director..."

It's here, finally here, and I suffocate again in an instant!

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Chapter completed!