Bruce sat on the ground with a little panic expression. He was not sure he understood it. In the short thirty-second performance just now, Lance stuffed too much information in one breath, almost a movement, an expression, and a detail to correct and adjust, which made him feel like a puppet, following the movement, but his mind was blank.

"So, is everything OK?" Lance's voice came over. Bruce looked up at Lance, but then subconsciously avoided his sight. He tried to awaken the memory of the performance just now, but there was still only a blank space, which made Bruce a little annoyed and nodded randomly, "Of course, no problem, nothing is wrong!"

Bruce touched his head impatiently, and the misunderstandings in his heart were really indescribable. However, after answering, he felt a pair of deep eyes falling on his shoulders. He quietly raised his eyebrows and looked at it, and then he found that the actors around him had not left. Everyone stood there, silently. He suddenly looked back and Lance's deep blue eyes locked him firmly, which made Bruce a little embarrassed, as if the true emotions in his heart had been exposed.

"Are you sure?" Lance's low voice was a little magnetic, as elegant as the strings of a cello, but it was really harsh in Blues's ears, and a nameless fire rose deep in his heart.

He has been in Hollywood for twenty years and has appeared in more than forty movies. He doesn't need a young boy to tell him how to act. "I know what I'm doing." Bruce shouted, and the anger in his voice burst out. "For God's sake, I'm not a fool. I know what acting is. I don't need you to direct it step by step."

Bruce felt a little guilty because he was still trying to awaken the memories just now - what did Lance just say? How should the performance be carried out? Is it enough to be as dramatic as possible and exaggerated as possible? But why did he say he should be restrained? What's going on?

But his brain disappointed him, his heart was like a black hole, empty and unattached, which made Bruce stammer his neck, his voice getting louder and louder, trying to hide his guilt, "Do you think you are Woody Allen or Clint Eastwood, don't try to tell me what I should do or what I shouldn't do. I am an actor, I am an actor, I will perform as you ask. All you need to do is give me some time and some space, don't try to control everything like Caesar!"

Bruce's thunderous flames rose rapidly, suppressing the audience with a powerful momentum, making everyone speechless.

Lance seemed to have not been affected at all. The eyebrows were gently piled up in the middle and looked at Bruce without turning his eyes. It was not shaken by Bruce's words. The meaningful eyes were filled with a hint of mockery, a hint of joke and a hint of teasing, like a cow-haired embroidery needle, gently sprinkled on Bruce's skin. The slight tingling makes people feel uncomfortable, but it won't explode completely. That kind of suppressed aggrievance made Bruceka in the air, and it was not right to continue to get angry, nor should he stop when he saw it.

The scene became awkward for a moment.

Jessica felt an inexplicable relief deep in her heart. This was Lance's true face, fierce and cruel, like a bloodthirsty hellhound. She would never let go if she bite her. Then she stared at the passing of her prey's vitality with her eyes widened, without any sympathy or pity.

Did Lance see her like this at that time? It was like watching the prey struggled in blood and death. Everything was just a comedy without sound in his eyes.

So, now she finally got rid of him, she finally woke up, she was finally free. Now, she was finally ready, ready to stand in front of him, ready to cooperate with her enemies, ready to face her wounds calmly, James is right, she should not lose the opportunity of "Sin City", at least she should not ruin her actor's dream because of a bastard.

Thinking of this, Jessica couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The turbid air stuck in her chest slowly rose and could finally be vented. But at this moment, Jessica noticed a shadow beside her leaning forward. She subconsciously wanted to grab the shadow and stop the other party's actions, but she was still half a beat slower, and then she watched the figure next to her take two steps forward, two big steps.

It's Emma.

Emma could feel her legs trembling slightly. To be precise, her muscles were trembling gently, nervous, excited, and a little scared, but she still took steps forward and took two unswervingly. These two steps away from the crowd, Emma stood in a clearing field, and in an instant, all the attention of attention fell on her.

Bruce and Reims are no exception.

Emma clenched her fists and cheered herself up, then raised her head to meet Lance's gaze. She stared at Lance's blue eyes with her eyes wide open, subconsciously raised her chest, raised her chin, and said in her heart: This is your opportunity, this is your opportunity to realize your dream, this is your first step to realize your dream.

Recalling the reminder that Lance gave herself when auditioning for the role; recalling the past two months, she has been constantly flipping through the original comics, and with the help of Sebastian, she communicated with many peers, and even watched several documentaries about the case/child case... Emma's fists were getting tighter and tighter. Although her panic was still not relieved, she was determined like never before. She knew clearly what she was doing, what she wanted to do, and what she was about to do.

"Sir." Emma said, Lance's eyes brought huge pressure, making her brain look like a ball of paste, but she still spoke, "I don't understand." Emma's thoughts were becoming clearer little by little, "I mean, I still don't understand what you just explained."

Lance's brow frowned slightly, and the calm blue seemed to start to stir up a slight wave, but Emma did not retreat, but continued, "I mean, I understand what you mean, but there are some details..." Emma found that her commentary did not help, but made the situation worse. Moreover, Lance's vision created ubiquitous pressure, which made her at a loss, so Emma decided to change her way, "I mean, for example, when I was performing a scene of running away..."

While talking, Emma actually started performing.

Emma swung her arms greatly, and her feet moved out extremely exaggeratedly, not like running at all, but like playing a stepping game - comparing who jumped farther every time, the exaggerated movements looked a bit funny, especially with her thin body, which made her feel even more funny. In just five steps, Emma broke away from the crowd and ran about ten yards away. Then Emma stopped and turned her head suddenly, "Then when I was in despair, should I restrain my expression?"

Immediately afterwards, Emma bit her lower lip, her expression fell into extreme pain, and her eyes began to turn slightly red. Because the distance was too far, the details of her expression were almost invisible, but she could feel the despair in her eyes.

"Come here again from there and use the performance you understand." Lance's voice interrupted Emma's performance. The calm tone could not hear too much emotion, but it was an important signal - Lance did not get angry. At this time, all the actors' eyes fell on Emma, ​​including Jessica and Bruce.

Emma felt nervous, but the excitement after being nervous flapped like a butterfly wing. She nodded, adjusted her breathing, and then started running wildly again, returning to where Lance and Bruce were, stopped again, and looked back suddenly, the sadness melted between her eyebrows.

"Your understanding is correct." Lance spoke again, raised his head to look at the actors. Although he didn't say anything, his eyes clearly expressed Lance's meaning: this is correct! Then Lance looked at Emma, ​​"But the performance method is not right. When you are running, your essential movements are still running. Your movements just now are so exaggerated that the movements begin to deform, stiff, and distort. This will destroy the sense of the picture. You don't need to exceed your limit and maximize it within the control range. You can even bring a little old-school performance method like the Golden Age of Hollywood, which is acceptable."

Emma looked at Lance seriously, then felt the flash of her eyes, so Emma started to demonstrate without waiting for the signal.

The large pace, the swinging arms, the deliberate slowing down the frequency is like a slow motion, with a strange and absurd feeling. When viewed normally, it is simply a regression in the performance, but in the composition of the movie with strong light contrast, especially the stylized shots of the comics, it will create a grand sense of ritual.

When she ran over, Emma was still a little uncomfortable, but when she ran back, Emma had already mastered it. Her understanding of performance was really eye-catching.

Emma's first reaction was to look at Lance, but Lance did not have too many expressions. Instead, she continued, "When the close-up of the face is close-up, put away the emotions and perform in a serious drama." Emma did not say much, and directly performed, "You are caught now, there is no way out, no one will come to save you..." Lance guided step by step, "The person standing in front of you is a stranger. You don't know whether he is a good person or a bad person, but they kidnapped you, which is obviously not a good signal. He spoke to you very gently, but you are becoming more and more afraid and more afraid. You want to retreat, but you can't even move a finger, and the despair begins to swallow your soul."

Emma's muscles were stiff, but she couldn't help but tremble slightly. Her watery eyes were open and she could clearly see her pupils magnifying little by little. Her lips trembled slightly due to extreme fear. She wanted to control her, and just bit her lower lip, but this had no effect. The hot tears quickly flooded her eyes, but they could not fall down. The desperate gray began to erode the charm in her eyes.

"Excellent!" Lance snapped his fingers and said frankly.

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Chapter completed!