Jessica stood on the side of the stage. This was a semi-finished product of a western bar. A T-shaped stage was built in the center, leading directly to the bar. The actors lined up in front of the bar, and the booths in front of the bar were also filled with extras, making the whole bar look lively.

However, the bar only built a part of the center, with huge green screens on both sides. At that time, the remaining part was completely produced by post-production computer special effects. Therefore, when watching on the set, it not only seemed simple, but also had an inexplicable sense of ridicule.

Taking a deep breath, Jessica walked back onto the stage. She could feel everyone's eyes focused on her, picky, questioning, curious, greedy, obscene. All of this made a thin layer of goose bumps appear on the surface of her skin, but she suppressed the mess in her heart, pretended to be calm and took off her coat, then picked up the lasso placed on the stage, walked straight ahead, posed, nodded and said, "I'm ready."

But Jessica's expected field record sound did not sound. She looked towards Lance behind the monitor, and then saw Lance holding her hands in front of her chest and looking at her seriously and harshly, which made the nameless fire in her heart rise again, but she immediately controlled it, bit her lips tightly, and faced Lance's gaze unyieldingly.

"Are you ready?" Lance's voice came over, his lazy voice questioning, "I can tell that you are nervous, and what Nancy needs the least is nervous. You must know that she has been doing this job for at least five years, and all this is very familiar to her. She is just a bitch." The outspoken words made Jessica's right hand holding the lasso handle tighten, "Relax, you need to relax a little."

Jessica's inner emotions were burning, but her muscles were gradually relaxing. Lance's slightly magnetic voice seemed to have magical power, gradually guiding her into a strange field. "Arrogance, raise your chin and show your arrogance. You are the top card in this bar. All men are the ministers under your skirt. You don't even want to see these people. Even if you don't need extra nude/exposed, you can make them live and die for you. You hate them, you even feel disgusted when you see them, but you enjoy the pleasure of playing with them in the applause. Looking at the greed and evil in their eyes, you feel that these people are just cockroaches in the stinky ditch."

Jessica gently raised her chin, looking at Lance contemptuously and proudly in her translucent eyes. In a trance, she blurred the boundary between reality and the movie, blurred the boundary between Lance and the character, and also blurred the boundary between Nancy and herself, as if Lance was a yellow bastard, and the evil sight full of desire searched every inch of her skin. This disgusting but hatred emotion made her straighten her chest - she didn't want to show weakness in front of Lance, and her condescending geographical location created a psychological advantage, making Lance look so small and so inferior.

"Men think they are arrogant, but in fact they are just stupid animals who rely on their lower body to think." Lance's words were like hypnosis, leaving the whole set silent.

Emma looked at Jessica on the stage in shock. She saw Jessica's eyes become proud little by little, and that queen temperament burst out quietly. If it weren't for what she saw with her own eyes, she wouldn't believe that a person could really change his breath through performance. What's even more incredible is that Jessica has never been an actor who is good at acting, but she has completed her transformation under the training of Lance.

Lance stopped talking, then turned to look at the recorder standing next to him. The recorder was shocked and ran out quickly. After reporting the shooting session, he started the recorder board and then quickly retreated.

Nancy held a lasso in her hand, swaying lazily beside her, and she was lazy and swaying lazily. Her lazy and sexy steps were like a light catwoman, tiptoing and walking silently. Her lazy and seductive posture made the boiling bar fall into a brief silence. Everyone's eyes were involuntarily focused on her, but she didn't care at all, and walked to the front of the stage step by step, slowly shaking the lasso.

The upper body is only a set of black rivet leather chest/cover, which reveals the slender honey-colored waist without any concealment. It sways gently with the rhythm of the lasso, making people unable to help but want to raise their hand to touch it, feeling the smooth skin like silk satin; the black leather pants wrap every inch of the lower body, as if the figure curve is outlined with leather fabric. The matte luster emits a fatal temptation in the dim light of the bar. With every twist, it involuntarily outlines the figure wrapped under the leather in my mind.

Nancy stopped, gently raised her jaw, and looked down at the customers who were swallowing saliva at the bar. The contemptuous arrogance was hidden under the feather-like eyelashes. She twisted her head in disgust, raised her right hand, and turned the lasso around, like a dark queen waving a whip, cold, proud, alienated, bored, despised, despised, and despised all the people, trampling the entire bar under her feet.

The powerful aura evolved into a fatal attraction, and then the customer directly in front of the bar could no longer help. A customer couldn't help but stand up and reached out to try to touch Nancy's riveted high heels. But as soon as his right hand reached out, the lasso in Nancy's hand turned into a whip and whipped it down. With a crisp "pop", it was directly thrown on the customer's right hand, leaving a blood mark.

"Card!"

Lance's voice came over, and the scene was obviously shocked by the accident - because this was not from the script, the customer would not stand up, and Jessica would not whip it.

Jessica heard the sound, but she was not panicked. She just took the lasso in her hand and quietly met Lance's gaze, neither humble nor arrogant, and unwavering, as if what had just happened was simply insignificant. The provocative look even brought a trace of demonstration, challenging Lance's authority.

Just when everyone thought Lance would get angry, he heard Lance shouting, "Albert! Get me a whip immediately and replace the lasso." Almost everyone was shocked, "Jessica, then practice how to wield the whip and show the queen's temperament."

Not only did Lance not criticize, but also agreed with Jessica's actions. Comparing Jessica's angry moment ago, this makes people unable to understand - what's going on? Only Emma understood immediately. Lance was not Jessica's attitude, but the effect of the shooting. Just like Lance's words and deeds just now, he always focused all his attention on the work itself.

Is this cold-blooded or professional? Emma suddenly had a weird idea. Lance treated Jessica so cruelly, but treated himself equally cruelly, stifling all his excess emotions under the skin and hiding himself under this invulnerable armor.

Jessica tugged the corner of her mouth, and she used her actual actions to prove that Lance was wrong. At that moment, she forgot whether she was Jessica or Nancy, and she also forgot whether she was an actor or Lance in front of her. She even forgot whether this was the set or reality. The vivid anger, hatred, shame, and indignation burned in her body without thinking at all, and all the performances were vented like this.

She didn't even know how she performed, because, in a daze, it was herself, and the man who stretched out his hand was Lance.

Lance turned to look at the person who reached out. It was an extra. "Is your arm okay?" The actor smiled awkwardly and waved his hands repeatedly, "It's okay, it's okay." He jumped out of the script and made an extraordinary performance. For the extra, it was almost a death sentence, not to mention Lance, who was still rude in front of him, which made him a little nervous.

However, Lance immediately spoke, "Your performance just now is not on the script, but this is a good thing. Next, you repeat it again. But Jessica is not a professional, she can't control her strength by wiping the whip. Are you sure it's okay?"

"It's okay, of course it's okay!" He stood up immediately, waved his hand hard, wishing to thrust his chest to express his health, "I can definitely do it, it doesn't matter if I do it a few more times."

Most extras are like this, with a strong desire to express themselves and even exaggerate their performances. In many cases, they will destroy the beauty, rhythm and completeness of the picture. Therefore, most directors hate extras' improvisational performances. But "City of Sin" is slightly different. This accident just now makes the plot more complete.

Lance did not give more encouragement, but looked at other professional actors, "You can also make similar moves, according to the personality of your role, such as holding up a wine glass, whistling, and playing freely." Then, Lance looked at the bartender standing at the bar, "You remember to block the salty hands for Nancy, but not directly refuse, but ask for payment."

The bartender was also an extra. He was stunned for a moment, turned his head blankly and said in a hesitation, "I... can I take out a cup with a tip in it and hand it over?" Most of the extras were also experienced in acting, so they were able to appear in the main shots.

Lance thought seriously, "Of course!" Then he raised his right hand and turned around in the air twice, "Run quickly, the next one will start soon, everyone will be nervous!"

Jessica's eyes and Lance accidentally collided, but this time Jessica did not have more expectations, but directly diverted and devoted herself to the preparation. Now, she is a queen! Control the whole audience!
Chapter completed!