Hayden is joking.

This was Lance's first reaction. Hayden always likes to joke. Even Theo's jokes are definitely a typical representative of being fearless. Lance narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the changes in Hayden's expression carefully, trying to see through the real intention behind this innocent smiling face.

Hayden was a little shy when Lance looked at it, and he laughed dryly, with a innocent expression on his face, "I mean it, we have discussed it countless times before. If you have the chance, you also want to become a director and shoot movies according to your ideas. Then I will serve as your photographer, become your eyes, and record and interpret the stories in your mind. Don't you remember?"

Lance was unmoved at all. What Hayden said was the facts, they did discuss this matter, and those words were indeed what he said; but Lance knew that Hayden had put forward such conditions with no brains, definitely not for this reason.

Lance stood still without a sound, his eyes full of scrutiny were hidden behind the thick eyelashes, like a bottomless dark blue, deep and mysterious, and full of danger. Hayden was unable to resist at all. In just over a dozen seconds, he raised his hands to express his surrender, "Very good, you won, every time it was the same move, and there was no new trick."

Lance still smiled but didn't say anything.

Hayden rolled his eyes and expressed his dissatisfaction strongly. Even though Lance never changed his tricks, he was the one who failed every time. "Anyway, I was going to resign..." He saw a satisfied smile appearing on Lance's face. Hayden grinded his teeth speechlessly, "There is no sense of accomplishment in shooting TV series. Not to mention that those photographers follow the rules and have no novelty; the crew does not have any technical content for the photographers, and I think college students are competent. Even if it is not you, I will hand in a few days."

Lance did not intend to refute, but just stood there and nodded slightly, as if saying, "You're happy." This made Hayden hate him so much that he couldn't do anything to Lance, and could only threaten fiercely, "It's better to be an excellent work!" Lance pointed his chin with a generous face and dealt with it perfunctorily. Hayden immediately calmed down like a poked balloon.

"Hayden, let me introduce you. This is Albert and will serve as the crew's crew's business." Lance turned around and took Hayden to the corner, giving a brief introduction to the two of them. "Albert, this is Hayden, our camera and lighting tasks are handed over to him."

Both of them seemed a little restrained. After a simple greeting, the atmosphere solidified for a moment. The two of them looked at Lance for help at the same time. But Lance had no intention of helping to rescue the situation. He stood beside him with an unknown expression and watched "embarrassing".

Hayden could clearly capture the gloating look in Lance's calm eyes, and gritted his teeth, "Lance, I was serious just now. Don't you think it's a great idea to have you in charge of this work?" After saying that, Hayden gave Albert a sight and prayed in secret that Albert could understand his code. "Look, the script was written by you, you decided to shoulder the responsibility of the producer, and our entire crew was formed by you. What you know about this story and this movie is beyond the reach of others."

Albert and Hayden were not familiar with each other - this was the first time they met, but he understood Hayden's eyes. More importantly, Hayden's words awakened his resonance, "Yes, Lance, why don't you have this idea? I remember that in school, you always had countless ideas about the position of director. You can express your unique perspective and ideas in almost every work, injecting different vitality into the movie. I always thought that you founded Diorama Pictures to realize your director's dream."

When Hayden spoke, Lance knew that he was deliberately changing the subject and the focus, so he didn't take it seriously. However, Albert's words silenced him.

Of course he did not forget that the draft scripts of "Good Night, Good Luck" and "City of God" contain storyboards he himself drew. Although they were very rough, it can be seen that during the process of writing the script, he always looked at these stories from the perspective of the director. The director's dream is indeed his original intention of establishing Diorama Pictures.

In fact, this is the dream of the two souls of Li Jin and Lancelot. To be precise, the actor is Li Jin's dream, the director is Strello's dream, and the movie is the common dream of the two.

Lance wants to become a director, a director who can tell stories, a director who can convey ideas through pictures, and a director who can share joys, sorrows and sorrows with the audience through the camera. The ups and downs of life are all condensed into that screen, how magical it is; dramas, comedy, horror films, science fiction films, cartoons, romance films, action films... countless movies can entertain the public and win millions of box offices; they can also awaken the public and release the profound afterglow, and the director standing behind the camera lens controls the entire condensed world. What a magical thing.

Li Jin wants to become an actor, an actor who can show his life, an actor who can penetrate into the soul through performance, and an actor who can experience different lives and different emotions through performance. He shuttles through the lives of different characters, experiences completely different emotions, feels unique emotions, shows the shock of soul resonance, and experiences all kinds of things in the world. This is an experience that he can't imagine in his entire life.

In his previous life, he realized these two dreams in New York. He served as the director of several dramas on Outer Broadway, and achieved remarkable resounding results. He also became an Outer Broadway actor and even worked as an acting teacher in his spare time. Later, he also tried to shoot two documentaries recording life in New York.

However, the betrayal of close friends killed the meaning of dreams with their own hands. They taught the cruelty and bloodiness of Lance's reality, they also taught the ruthlessness and coldness of Lance's life, and they also taught the vanity and paleness of Lance's dreams.

Although Hayden was changing the topic, he was definitely not aimless. Now he also put away his playful thoughts and said seriously, "Didn't you direct a drama when you were studying at the Royal Academy of Drama and Arts in the UK? Was it Shakespeare?"

"No, it's the 'death of a salesman'." The distant memory was so vivid in my mind that the answer blurted out without thinking.

Hayden nodded, "Yes, you not only served as the director, but also as the leading actor. The three professors who watched the performance stood up and applauded! This is not a trivial matter." Hayden's mood became more and more excited, as if he had seen Lance standing behind the monitor. "In my opinion, otherwise it would be like this, you wrote, directed and acted by yourself, just like Charles Chaplin or Laurence Olivier."

"So am I British?" Lance's response made Hayden choke directly. Before he finished his words, the next sentence was even more impactful. "But I think the actors should forget it. All the characters in this work are black."

Now even Albert choked, "Lance, are you crazy?" Although Lance just told him that the film will be completed in Rio de Janeiro, the entire crew of the cast is all black, which is a completely different thing. Such a work has almost no room for survival in the United States, and it can be said to be a suicide move.

Lance shrugged and looked at Albert calmly, "You're already on the boat."

Hayden didn't know the specific situation of "City of God", so the shock was not as serious as Albert. "Come back, come back," he snapped his fingers, "The focus of our discussion now is that you can be the director of this movie? Isn't it?"

Lance widened his eyes and let out a long sigh, without denying it, but he did not nod directly, "The filming of this work is very difficult, and the director requires his own unique ideas about the overall situation, the control of rhythm, the grasp of characters and stories, the scale of kernel mining, and the understanding of the movie."

"Yes, you know. So?" Hayden's words successfully left Lance speechless. "I'm serious. You want me to be the cameraman of this work. You want me to inject a bright color into this movie. Then the director is absolutely crucial. Who can know more clearly than you now, what does this movie need?"

Indeed, Lance knew all these elements, and the accumulation of thirteen years of experience in his previous life also gave him his own understanding of the positions of directors, screenwriters, actors, producers, etc., not to mention that he still remembers the "City of God" on the historical trajectory.

Lance completed the adaptation of the script based on his own understanding. During the entire adaptation of the script, he began to conceive the switching and combination of all shots in his mind, and also began to conceive the selection of actors and the allocation of editing. Perhaps, he can give this work more content and meaning based on his own understanding, not only as a producer, but also as a director, polishing it into the sharp blade of revenge!

Hayden looked at Lance, who was a little stunned, shook his head and patted Lance on the shoulder, "Are you hesitating? Or are you scared?" The smile on the corner of Hayden's mouth was filled with a hint of joking, "This is definitely a big news!"

Lance chuckled, but his faint smile penetrated into his eyes, "What are you still hesitating about? What you see now is the screenwriter and producer of 'City of God'... and director, this is your boss." This is the first step in revenge. As for the dream, that thing has been left with faith at Carrel Reise's funeral. He has no chance to turn back on this thorny road, and he does not intend to turn back.
Chapter completed!