He straightened his back, frowned slightly, his eyes gathered, and his sharp eyes looked around cleverly...

His shoulders were slightly loose, he bent down slightly, his expression was solemn, and his eyes searched for every detail within his sight little by little...

The muscles are tight, the lips are tight, the eyes are flashing, and the mind is full of thoughts, thinking while observing...

Lance clenched his fists hard, and the feeling of weak frustration invaded. He raised his fist high and wanted to smash it down. He clenched his teeth, his muscles began to tremble slightly, and finally he put them down helplessly. He fell on the sofa as if his backbone had been pulled away, and his sweaty cheeks were stained with a thick layer of fatigue.

No, no, all of these performances are wrong. The traces of the whole performance are too heavy, but the effects presented are all superficial. It is difficult to draw bones when painting tigers and skins. That shallow performance has never found a focus on attracting people, and it seems impetuous and simple. Most importantly, he is always imitating Tom Hardy's performance.

It’s not that Tom’s performance is not good, but it is undeniable that Max, played by Tom, appears very single-line, rough, strong, alert, fierce, and tough. His animal intuition makes Max lively, which is also very consistent with the background of the movie’s wasteland doomsday, but there is no more levels and depth, simple and rough, which is exactly what Lance is trying to avoid. Not to mention that at Lance’s current level, imitating another actor’s performance will not only be helpful, but will be restrained and unable to perform at all. The entire performance process will be extremely awkward, as if he is performing with a headgear.

"Rampant Road" will definitely not require such a performance.

Lance tried to regain his concentration, which should not be a difficult task for him. He experienced more difficult situations in his last life on Broadway, and finally he persisted. But today, his inner irritability could not be calmed down, and his chaotic thoughts continued to rush left and right in his brain. The suffocation feeling that was so full that he was on the verge of explosion made the concentration of attention an impossible task.

Sitting on the sofa, my brain relaxed a little, and countless fragments of the picture surged up. Max's quick-sighted eyes, Nax's crazy fireworks raised high, the blower's mistake was kicked over, the special effects group's focus before detonating the bomb, Barry Meyer, who was constantly calculating with a gloomy face, clouds gathered over the desert, Albert, who was dispatching various groups with a walkie-talkie, Chaos Pictures was embarrassed to be unable to rent a studio, Max's silent but powerful figure, the front-page headlines of the box office after the release of "Rampant Road"...

The details of the performance, the shooting steps, the execution of the crew, the fragments of the picture were like paper fireworks, one after another in his mind. He did not know how to enter the performance state, nor did he know how to control the overall situation. Even the story scenes that were conceived early were already in chaos at this time.

Standing up suddenly, Lance walked to the whiteboard placed in the corner of the room, with the storyboards for the next few scenes posted. Lance looked at it seriously, but found that the originally clear thinking has now become a mess. He began to question the shooting ideas that had already been decided. It seemed that this was not right, that was not right. The rapid breathing of the rush began to swallow it like drowning, which made Lance's muscles tense to the extreme.

Suddenly, the scene of Theo, Ian and Gao Wen standing on the roof appeared in their minds. Below was the familiar Wall Street. Securities turned into waste paper were flying all over the sky. On the roof opposite the street, there were also tycoons in suits and ties jumped down the stairs with despair, smashing on the ground and turning into a pile of meat. But the problem was that the surging crowds on the street didn't care at all. They just fled like headless flies, and the end of the world was just like this.

Then, Lance saw Theo, Ian and Gao Wen walked to the edge of the roof and waved at him. He tried to shout, "No! No!" He tried his best to stop their movements, but the sound was stuck in his throat and his body was released, and his body stiffened forward, and even his little finger could not move. The desperate panic bit by bit, "No, no..." He was completely panicked and could not make any thoughts. He even wanted to close his eyes, unable to continue watching, but he could not close anyway, "No! No!" In his desperate roar, Ian took a step...

"No!" Lance jumped up and shouted frantically, looking around blankly, then realized that he was not on Wall Street, but in the shooting base next to the Namibian Desert. The night outside the window had already fallen, and the stars were falling down without any obstacles. The quiet desert had a magnificent magnificent beauty.

A cold wind blew, and Lance couldn't help but shivered three times in a row. His clothes soaked in sweat stuck to his skin, as if he was actually drowning and rescued. He was gasping for breath, his head ached faintly. The trance-heavy feeling made him almost unable to stand firm. He staggered and hit the wall. The numbness from his arms finally made his brain clear. After looking around again, Lance was sure that everything was just a dream just now, and he actually fell asleep in a drowsy way while sitting on the sofa.

I looked at the clock on the desk and it was already midnight. My head hurts so hard, my chest is also stuffy, and my whole body seems to be in a jar, so stuffy.

Lance stood up straight and pushed open the room door. The hall was empty and there was no one, but the lights in the next room came from under the crack of the door, and the sounds being discussed inside could be vaguely heard. Leaving the indoor environment, the temperature suddenly dropped, and the cold breeze drilled into the neck. The somatosensory problem directly came from summer to winter. Lance quickly put on his coat, turned around and looked, and found that the lights in each room had not turned off. The busy figures of different team members could be clearly seen in the reflection of the window. Obviously, after Lance was furious today, the entire crew entered a state of wartime crisis.

However, Lance had no mind but paid attention to others. He breathed the cold air, and his overheated head finally cooled a little. The desert at night seemed to have a little more moisture than during the day, but at the same time there was a little more tyranny. The flow of air began to accelerate, and large swathes of sand and dust swept past one after another, and even the "huh, huh" wind could be clearly heard, which set off the quieter the night.

I took off my shoes and socks, stepped on the desert with my feet, felt the thick sand, put all my strength on the soles of my feet, and slowly felt the whole person sinking into the sand, and there was still some residual sand on the surface, which soon became cold. However, after the initial tremor, the thick sand became a natural insulation layer, which restored the feet a little temperature.

Sit slowly on the dunes, breeze after breeze, warm sweat gradually lost its temperature and became cold, the body temperature dropped far beyond expectations, and soon began to tremble. But Lance didn't care. He needed to calm down, he needed to divert attention and leave the messy thoughts in his brain aside.

His temple began to ache again, as if he closed his eyes and could see the fragments left in the dream just now. The panic was gently surging in his chest. After all, he was still a little scared, fearing that his desperate bets might trigger destruction, fearing that his destruction might implicate everyone, fearing that he would do his own thing and that he might live up to the trust of Theo and the others... He even began to think that if he had not chosen the "Rampant Road" but chose the "Hangover", was it more appropriate?

Not only because "hangover" is safer, but also because "hangover" is simpler. They don't need to take such a big risk to win breathing space. Even if it is short, it can at least allow them to find more suitable opportunities. But now? They are trapped in this endless desert and are struggling. Not to mention the quality of the finished product, even whether this work can be completed successfully must be a big question mark.

Lance couldn't help but remember the figure of Gao Wen's retirement not long ago. This time, he bet not only bet on his pride and self-esteem, but also on the trust and support of his family.

The first time, the first time since rebirth, Lance has self-questioned.

Lance knew that regret is the most useless emotion, because no one can turn back time. Regret will only immerse himself in self-pitying emotions, but cannot make any changes at all. The correct solution should be to start from today, change every day, and then change the future, and turn the "regret" things around. But many times, you understand the truth, but it is not that simple when actually implementing it. The constant pain in the temple made Lance unable to calm down and "look forward".

After breathing a long breath, he simply lay in the desert. Looking at the sky above his head, the sky without the city's high-rise buildings, the exhaust emission pollution, the entire sky was clean without any dust, and the stars in the sky could not be counted at all. For the first time, Lance knew that there were so many stars in the sky, and he could not count them. The stars of all sizes seemed to be within reach, making people unable to help but want to raise their hands.

When I was a child, I always liked to lie on the grass and look at the sky, carefully looking at the unpredictable clouds, and just enjoy a wonderful afternoon with simple entertainment; but when I grew up, life began to become complicated, and such simple happiness seemed to be no longer found - or in other words, I was no longer willing to look for it.

Behind him, the sound of footsteps rubbing against the sand, but Lance didn't want to look up and just lay down relaxedly, and then he heard the hoarse voice, "So, how about the sky I saw today?"
Chapter completed!