Matt Irving was stunned, completely stunned, his limbs and muscles were completely stiff, as if he was buried in steel and concrete, unable to move at all; but the blood was running rapidly, and adrenaline was blooming like fireworks on July 4th. The indescribable excitement and excitement made the brain paralyzed and could not think at all.

He originally thought he would be very calm, but at most he was a little excited. After all, he would be forty years old next year and would have passed the stage of youth that he could not control himself because of his idol. When Lance appeared on the red carpet just now, he was only infected by the fanatic atmosphere on the scene, and was a little excited, and there was nothing special about it.

But at this moment, Matt found that his muscles were trembling slightly and uncontrollable, just like when he first met Bob Dylan twenty years ago.

After realizing this, Matt recovered a little more. The unrestrained youth and passionate dreams that had almost disappeared from memory returned to his body again, a little strange, unexpectedly more familiar, but his muscles were sore and unable to move. He only noticed the quiet around him - the quiet after the agitation reached the extreme.

He is a little far from the audience, and everyone who won the prize at the Welcome to Your Sin City event sat together, and they were like a jury to appreciate the excitement of the scene from a unique perspective, while becoming part of the live carnival, enjoying this wonderful afternoon and the upcoming night.

But at this time, all of their voices were cut off in their throats, and their eyes were firmly locked on the same figure. The excitement caused by being so excited that they could not help themselves was suppressed under the fossil-like skin and could not be vented, thus forming a quietness in restlessness, as if the tranquility before the storm came, and the storm was about to come and the wind filled the building.

Not only him, but also the young people sitting in the front row, Emerson, Lily, Andy, Chloe and others, were all in silence because of excessive excitement, as if they could not even make a sound. The quiet that was extremely suppressed burst out with incredible energy.

Lancelot-Stralo stood in front of him, and stood in front of him with great truth, like a lie.

"Good evening, I'm Lance." Matt looked at the right hand that stretched out in front of him, and his brain could not react at all. Fortunately, his body's innate reaction made movements. He held the right hand awkwardly, "Matt Irving." Matt heard his hoarse voice, as if he had not been asleep all night, which made him laugh a little embarrassedly.

But Lance seemed to have not noticed it at all, and a faint surprise appeared in his eyes, "Oh, the intersection of Wall Street, this is your work, right? God, I really like your work."

"Do you like my works?" Matt finally found his voice and said with some urgency and excitement.

"Of course. I remember that there are three works in your works, one is the appearance of the New York Stock Exchange, one is the scene of the New York subway station, and the other is the intersection of Wall Street." Lance knew it very well, and Matt's eyes lit up little by little, "I like the one on Wall Street the most. You know, the interlaced scene coincides with the images in my mind. What I'm most curious about is how did you capture that police car?"

At the intersection of Wall Street, Matt used the afternoon off work time to take photos every day, and for half an hour every day, he couldn't stand it. He waited for seven days and took more than 500 photos, and then he chose it.

In the photo, a group of Wall Street elites were holding newspapers in their hands, chatting and laughing; a homeless man stood in the trash can behind him looking for food; a police car was parked on the street, and two law enforcement officers had just walked out; and a little girl stood beside the group of Wall Street elites, stretching out her right hand high, trying to grab the flying balloon; the balloon slowly rose in the breeze, and looked so small among the tall buildings around him, which further highlighted the coldness and indifference of this reinforced concrete city.

A traffic light makes the intersection crowded and prosperous, but it also presents a cold and bloody corner of the city. The whole photo is only a blue of a balloon. It is not red, but a cold blue. The rest are all black and white.

"I thought you would notice that balloon." Matt subconsciously expressed his thoughts. Almost everyone's first reaction was that balloon, and the second reaction was why the balloon was not red. Due to the huge influence of "Schindler's list", everyone seemed to have a special liking for the red in black and white.

Lance shook his head and chuckled, "No, the balloon is not the point. The police car is."

Wall Street is a city of sin. People active in this street control the livelihoods of millions of ordinary people. A series of cold and meaningless numbers determine the direction of thousands of lives. Their sin is blood that cannot be seen, and the hypocritical ones wrapped in suits.

In this photo, the coexistence of police cars, homeless people and Wall Street people is peaceful and alienated, but it also vaguely implies the trial of society.

Matt firmly held Lance's right hand, and he knew that Lance must have understood the meaning of the photo, and he knew. "It was just a patrol police car, there was a mobile food truck on the corner, and their sandwiches were very good. So, that police car would often park on the street."

"Ha." Lance was amused by the answer, "This was something I didn't expect." The joy in Matt also surged out. "Thank you for giving such wonderful works. I'm sure I will go to the Museum of Modern Art in New York again. Welcome to the premiere tonight, and I hope you can hear your opinions after the movie ends."

"I believe you." Matt blurted out his words without thinking at all. After he said it, he realized how heavy the weight of this sentence was - especially for a director who only filmed three works, the weight of a trust was even more difficult to evaluate, but Matt found that he did not hesitate, but was so determined, "I believe in your work!" Matt spoke again.

A smile surged in Lance's eyes, shining brightly in the setting sun.

Then, Lance looked at the young men standing next to him. Before Lance could speak, the leading boy said excitedly, "Emerson, my name is Emerson. This is Lily, this is Andy. We have seen you in Sundance." A series of words exploded like a series of cannons.

"It seems that my work has touched you, so I met again today." Lance's words made Emerson nod repeatedly, as if his head was about to fall off.

Lily was a little stunned. Everything in front of her seemed to be covered with a thin halo, which looked so unreal. She could even count Lance's thick eyelashes carefully. Every detail was so clear that she couldn't help but want to raise her hand to touch it. But this idea came out and she had no time to execute it, so she rejected it, as if her reckless actions would break all the dreams.

When Lance left, Lily felt a slurry in her mind. She had no idea what had happened just now. She only left a bunch of fragmented fragments that could not be pieced together. She didn't have a hangover, but she was intoxicated by the clean and refreshing wooden aura and couldn't extricate herself.

"Lily, Lily!" Someone around him shook her hard. It took Lily a long time to come back to her senses, and then she saw Emerson's enlarged face, "Did you hear it? Lance said that our work is very wonderful. He thought we could shoot a documentary to truly show the violence in campus and use the online platform to call on more people's attention. Lily, did you hear it? Lance thought I could become a very outstanding director!"

Emerson's eyes were flashing with a bright light. Lily thought it was an excited expression, but she found that it was a crystal clear tear. She wanted to respond to Emerson, but her mind was blank. She had no idea what had happened just now. She subconsciously turned her head and Lily looked at Chloe sitting on the other side, but found two shy blushing appeared on Chloe's face.

"Lance still remembers me, and he still remembers my carbon pen!" Chloe said a word without thinking, and Lily once again couldn't understand. But the brilliance in Chloe's eyes was so clear that he said everything, "He also gave me a lot of opinions, thinking that I still have shortcomings in the use of the camera. God, he actually read my work seriously!"

This is not the first time Chloe has had Lance close. Last time Lance and Tom recorded the Tonight Show in New York to promote the promotion of "Killing a Knife", Chloe had a face-to-face conversation with Lance today. But even so, Chloe's excitement is still hard to contain today, not only because she likes Lance's works, but also because she communicated with Lance as a film student. She enjoys such moments and loves such moments. This reminds her of the reasons why she chose the film department.

Not only Matt, not only Emerson, not only Chloe, everyone felt the surprise. Originally, I thought "Welcome to your Sin City" was just a movie promotion event - after all, the news media kept emphasizing this, but after they really came into contact with Lance, they realized that things were far more than that, and this was an interaction between film lovers. Lance hoped that more and more film lovers would join the discussion and have a more profound interaction with Chaos Pictures.

This reminds them of a previous news: "Borrowing a knife to kill people" dramas are a paradise for new actors to exchange acting skills and polish their acting skills.

Chaos Pictures seems to be different from other film companies, without bold slogans, overwhelming public relations, and pretending to show. Everything is so friendly... so real.
Chapter completed!