The azure blue eyes were filled with a layer of coldness, and there was a different kind of demeanor behind the gentlemanly demeanor. Robert couldn't help but straighten his waist, restrained his confidence and pride in his heart, retracted his gaze, ignored the situation behind the agent, wiped the sweat from his palm, and answered, "Lancelot-Stralo, this is the only message he told me." Robert tried to ease the slightly nervous atmosphere with a little humor, "But I think this is enough, isn't it?"

Lance pursed his lower lip gently, without comment, and his eyes fell on JK. JK raised his hand and scratched his forehead. His small movements showed his restraint at the moment, "I... I don't have an agent for the time being, but the actors would tell me." JK nervously picked up the coffee cup, took a sip of coffee, and almost couldn't breathe. "I was told that this was a character who needed to audition alone, so, isn't this a supporting role?"

Each crew is equipped with a casting director, and the general roles are decided by the casting director - Eli Monroe is the casting director whom Reims has always cooperated with, and only the core roles will have the audition of the director. JK obviously realized this, so his first reaction was to raise his own doubts: even if he had seen Reims, he still felt that all this was like a prank and had no sense of reality.

"No, this is an important role." Lance closed his jaw and gave a positive reply, but did not intend to discuss it in depth. "There is one thing I must emphasize before the audition that I do not want the media to participate in this work before entering the crew." Lance's eyes fell on JK and Robert respectively. Even if the subsequent words did not continue, the meaning was obvious.

In fact, this is already a routine for Lance. In addition to "the day after tomorrow", the scripts and content of each work of Lance strictly abide by the confidentiality model, and Hollywood actors have reached a consensus - of course, this is also an important reason why paparazzi rack their brains to explore the internal situation. The more confidential it is, the more curious it is.

jk nodded repeatedly, indicating that there was no problem; Robert also nodded slowly under the gaze of Reims.

"So, I'll give you some time to prepare, and then, convince me that you are a war madman." Lance directly omitted the polite part - they didn't even make a formal self-introduction, and then went straight to the audition stage, which made both JK and Robert a little panicked.

Sitting in front of them is not only the most appealing top director in the United States, but also the most convincing film master in North America. The achievements he has achieved are enough to be comparable to masters such as Steven Spielberg and George Lucas, and are also enough to be comparable to masters such as Alfred Hitchcock and Stanley Kubrick. In a trance, people once again feel the style of Hollywood's golden age. What's even more terrifying is that those masters have either passed away or have passed the peak of their creation, while Lance is in the golden age of his career.

It is no exaggeration to say that Lance is the only candidate on the market to enter the hall of giants. Directors such as James Cameron, Robert Zemegis, Quentin Tarantino, and Long Howard are more or less experiencing a low point. They have not released sensational works in the past few years. Now it is completely the era when Lance is unique, and people are still witnessing his historical pace! Now, the two of them are likely to become members of Lance's next work and become members who witness another miracle. How could they not be nervous!

After the words came to an end, both JK and Robert tried to concentrate and conceive the characters, but bathed in Lance's gaze, it was really difficult to concentrate. The invisible pressure was everywhere. Unconsciously, the name "Lancelot-Stralo" had reached an unreachable height, creating an indescribable spiritual crush.

Lance sat on the chair, tasting the Blue Mountain coffee that had just been served, letting the quiet atmosphere spread out slowly, as if you could clearly see a rope slowly tense up. There were only two candidates for the audition, either first or later, without any extra choice, but whether it was performing first or later, they were under tremendous pressure, because the topic proposed by Lance was too tricky, "war madman"? The description content was too few, and the limitations were ten The performance may collapse and lose control first, and then the performance may fall into the trap of imitation, so this is a dilemma. The air is getting tighter and tighter, visible to the naked eye, but it still cannot stop after reaching the extreme. Even the sound of the heart beating exceeds the burden, either release or collapse, and it is about to break out. Then Robert finally couldn't hold it back, and he mustered up the courage to raise his head and look at Lance, "I'm ready."

Lance put down the coffee cup, the crisp sound of the ceramic collision broke the silence balance, the tense emotions put pressure on again, and the breathing began to stagnate.

Robert waited for Lance's "start" voice, but after waiting for a long time, his eyes turned to Lance's eyes, but found a slight joke in his calmness. Robert was frightened and suddenly realized that the audition had begun, and his flinch and panic just now were obviously not in line with the performance of the "war madman". However, Robert had been polishing in "jailbreak" for a whole year, and the familiar "tea bag" performance was easy to pick up - to be honest, tea bag was originally a madman, crazy, bloodthirsty and cold.

Robert's eyes deepened, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he chuckled, then his blood-red tongue slowly licked his lips, and said sarcastically and sharply, "Young-face, you should say something." Without lines, Robert performed according to the actual situation, directly condemning Lance's behavior without stating. His slow voice was covered with hoarseness, and the bloody smell slowly overflowed, "Otherwise, there would be no way to continue this transaction, right?"

At this moment, the tea bag was on his body again, looking at Lance with sharp and fruity eyes, as if he was considering how to peel off his clothes and checking every inch of his skin with his eyes. The brutal and evil aura made people shudder, "Are you ready to sell your butt?" The words paused slightly, and the tea bag's gaze fell below the table, and the smile at the corner of his mouth bloomed without warning, as if he had thought of something wonderful, "I don't mind trying it." After saying that, the tea bag's tongue gently licked the surface of his teeth, and it seemed that there was a giant python in his tightly closed mouth.

Lance smiled instead of anger, and the smile on the corner of his mouth raised slightly, and the calm blue eyes met the tea bag's gaze, "You can try it."

Just a simple sentence made Teabao stunned, as if he could clearly feel the sharp edge of the dagger on his neck, which made him tighten his throat and swallow. But Teabao still raised his chest slightly, concealing his panic, "Ha, it seems to be a little chili." But his words had lost their sharpness, and he chose to soften his attitude for his admiration.

Lance did not continue to speak, his eyebrows raised slightly, not saying anything. Robert won the performance space again, but it seemed that there was no room for him to continue. He hesitated for a second, then cleared his throat, "I...I'm over the performance." He couldn't help but adjust his sitting position, but the feeling of discomfort was still lingering.

Robert did not expect to end his performance so soon, but the pressure Lance just now was really too great, and he rushed over. The powerful force overwhelmed all the air. The dull suffocation made his brain start to ache and he was completely at a loss.

There are quite a lot of rumors about Lance in Hollywood, among which there are rumors that Lance is an amazing actor, but people are more discussing how much water there is in this rumor. Although Lance won the Oscar for Best Supporting Actor with "Fruit Hard Candy", and countless film critics praised his performance, most industry insiders believe that Lance won the award mainly because he stood on the moral high ground - the George Clooney incident has really helped a lot; not to mention, Lance has only appeared in three works so far, "Killing with a knife", "Fruit Hard Candy" and "Rampant Road". Even if he is a genius, his strength is limited...

But today, Robert experienced it himself, and the trembling feeling that penetrated his soul was completely unavoidable. He had no way of telling whether it was the look of eyes, the corners of his mouth or the tone, the whole performance was natural and completed in one go - wait, he was not even sure whether the response at that moment was the performance or the real one.

Realizing this, Robert's back was slightly straightened, and he became well-behaved. Even Lance, an actor, showed such a strong aura. What about Lance, a director? Robert's thoughts were a little confused. He couldn't help but feel a little annoyed - was the performance just now outstanding enough? Is it enough to impress Lance? However, the role of "Tea Bag" has received recognition from many film critics, which should be enough... right? Why was he in a hurry to perform first just now?

Indeed, Robert's performance just now fully presented the tea bag. Whether it was the cunning and cruelty in the front or the strategic retreat in the back, it was all consistent with the tea bag in the "jailbreak". The ruthlessness and bloody flashing in his eyes made people return to the TV series.

Although Lance had expected it, after all, Robert is now participating in "Prison Break", breaking the shackles of tea bags is not an easy task, and tea bags are similar to the so-called war madman - at least showing the qualities of "madman", Lance was still a little disappointed, this was not the Brosky he wanted to see.
Chapter completed!