Andrew's irascible mood reached its extreme, and then it just spiraled out of control.

Strictly speaking, this is not unexpected. By the time Fletcher handed over the core drummer position to Ryan Connery, Andrew couldn't contain his emotions and had his first head-on confrontation with Fletcher, but he still forcibly suppressed all negative emotions and devoted himself to the practice of double jump technique.

But he was only nineteen years old. Too young and too impatient, even if you have talent and lack of correct guidance, it is still inevitable to hit the wall, especially under the close pursuit of competitors and the aggressiveness of the director, the feeling of being compressed to the extreme makes the whole person start to rush left and right.

The irritable emotions exploded in his mind, but he couldn't find an outlet, so the whole person fell into chaos, reason was instantly submerged, his fists fell like a storm, and the jazz drums in front of him were smashed, but he still couldn't vent his irritability and anger.

Then he raised the jazz drum like a broken metal and slammed it into the corner, and the whole person convulsed like a sheep's madness, and cursed gibberishly, as if he were freeing himself from the entanglement of a nightmare, and as if he was breaking free from the shackles of a mental hospital.

Finally, at the end, he roared, "Ahh

The outpouring of anger was undisguised, all erupted, and even the sound of the lungs and chest bursting, and the violent emotions swept through like a hurricane, and the entire practice room turned into a disaster scene.

After the catharsis, Andrew stood in place, gasping for breath, staring straight ahead with burning eyes, only the sound of rough breathing was left in the room, everything else seemed to be at a standstill, without the slightest noise, and then you could feel the sound of his heart pounding against his chest being amplified little by little.

Poof. Poof.

In the silent silence, the sound of the heart beating became louder and louder, as if there was only this voice left in the world, and then the beating rhythm began to be disordered, and all emotions slowly tensed, and involuntarily, the muscles contracted, and the whole body was in a state of imminent triggering.

"Hiccup. Drink!"

Melissa couldn't help but let out a low exclamation, and quickly covered her mouth in astonishment and panic, but her round eyes still leaked the fear in her heart, and she made a faint whining sound.

In fact, this has no effect on the shooting. In the crew, all the staff, including the director, will reason beyond the shooting circle to keep a certain distance in order to perform and shoot space, and then use a high-sensitivity radio microphone to record the actors' performances, lines, and even breathing.

Outside of the microphone, some subtle sounds will not matter, and if you further distance yourself, you can speak completely and avoid loud noises.

However, some directors have their own unique habits, such as Alfred Hitchcock, the staff who stayed around the filming were not allowed to speak, because it could ruin the mood brewing on the set -

It's scary to imagine that you're filming a terrifying atmosphere, only to have someone next to you whispering about dinner options, even if it's just a breathless sound that won't affect the movie.

After Melissa made a low noise, everyone around her did not react, and stared intently at Lan Li in front of her. Because Damien did not stop shooting, and Lan Li still did not seem to stop, the solemn atmosphere was slowly spreading.

Quietly, Melissa looked at Paul, and then at Ryan, and her chaotic mind calmed down a little, and then let out a frightened whine again, her voice trembled slightly, like a puppy trembling in a storm, and her eyes fell on Lan Li, who was performing, and burst out with a worried and urgent look.

It's like...... It's as if I'm worried about Lan Li's state.

In the sight, Andrew finally calmed down again, his eyes burst out with a fierceness, faintly revealing the bloody breath, he kicked the jazz drum aside, walked to the side and bent down to pick up the drumstick he had just thrown away, readjusted his breathing, and re-prepared for practice.

This doesn't seem to be wrong, the problem is that Andrew's tiger wound has just burst again, and the dark red blood stains the grip part of the drumstick, in fact, there is not much blood, that is, a faint touch, mottled, but it faintly reveals a sense of slaughter, which makes people shudder inexplicably.

Then you can see Andrew as if nothing had happened, quietly propping up the bench, quietly adjusting the drum kit, quietly picking up the score, and sitting down quietly, the methodical movements seem to be a little numb and a little stiff, but he always maintains his composure, contrasting all the chaos and noise just now, and slowly breeds a creepy feeling of chilling down his spine.

In hell. This was the only thought in Melissa's mind now, and she couldn't help but whine again, covering her mouth with her palms, and whispering, "What should Lan Li do? What should Lan Li do? I think Lan Li is going crazy! God, oh God, why did he do this to himself?"

These words were all vaguely in the palm of his hand, and he could not hear them clearly, and he could only vaguely capture some fragmented syllables, just like the sound of sweeping the floor on the street in the early morning, looming in the dense fog from far and near, as if they existed, but always captured some traces.

Paul only felt as if there was a fly circling around in his ears, buzzing, buzzing, the noise made people feel impatient, there was no way to concentrate, he couldn't help frowning slightly, turned his head, looked at Melissa in front of him incredulously, and then raised his right index finger, put it on his lips, and signaled Melissa to be quiet.

Melissa bit her lower lip tightly, as if she was trying her best to shut herself up, but the whimper still echoed muffled in her chest, and she said with teary eyes, "Lan Li...... What about Lan Li, Lan Li ......" The rabbit-like eyes revealed a touch of sincere sadness and worry.

Paul was stunned, and a thought crossed his mind: Could it be that Melissa and Lan Li are dating? Melissa now feels like her girlfriend is worried about her boyfriend, completely losing her mind, and pounces on her boyfriend wholeheartedly.

But on second thought, Paul denied this possibility, because Melissa didn't look like the type that Lan Li liked, so ...... Simplicity. Paul didn't like to use negative words to disparage people at will, and "simple" was the best word he could think of right now. So, what's going on right now?

Paul noticed the gaze, looked up, and then saw Ryan's expression on the verge of exploding, and did not hide his irritation and anger in the slightest, if it weren't for the fact that Lan Li's performance was still continuing, Ryan would have been throwing a fist by this time—because his fist was already clenched, and the muscles of his arm were completely tense.

What should they do?

"Shut up!" A low voice sounded next to him, almost rolling in his throat, and no one else except this small circle could hear it from a step away, but the voice was faint but did not diminish the thunder in the words, and the anger of gnashing teeth could be clearly perceived.

In an instant, all three of them followed the voice and looked over, it was Rooney.

Rooney is a petite man, with narrow shoulders, thin cheeks, and a slender body, which doesn't seem to be any threat, but Na Ying's dashing eyebrows burst out with a sassy sass, and the sharpness and sharpness of the angry eyes are like a long sword out of the sheath, pointing directly at people's hearts.

Melissa seemed to be so frightened that her crying suddenly stopped, but the tears swirled violently in her eyes, and they could fall at any moment.

Paul and Ryan were not easy to deal with, but Rooney didn't care, the smile on the corner of her mouth tugged slightly, revealing a sharp murderous aura, "Either you choose to shut up yourself, or let me tear your mouth apart." A simple sentence, after finishing it, again with a neat and concise end in one word, "Quiet!"

Melissa did not dare to doubt the veracity of Rooney's words, because in the depths of those deep and shallow pupils, she saw the blue rites of that morning again, and the similar emotions had a kind of alienation and indifference, like a giant crushing an ant, which was insignificant at all.

Melissa couldn't help but shudder. The hot tears were almost about to slide down, but under Rooney's gaze, she forcibly took them back, and then she gritted her teeth, lowered her head aggrieved and innocent, and secretly looked at Paul and Ryan's reactions with her eyes, but she was disappointed:

There is no sympathy, no pity, only indifference.

Paul and Ryan exchanged glances, and both of them let out a long exhale, as if they had finally relaxed, and then ignored Melissa at all, turned their heads, and focused on Lan Li's performance again.

The loss in her heart began to roll, Melissa had no other superfluous thoughts, she just wanted to take advantage of the opportunity and leave a good impression in front of Lan Li's friends, one could make more colleagues in the industry, and the other could be closer to Lan Li, who knows? Maybe one day in the future, she will also have the opportunity -

It's not a machination, it's a real thing. Melissa sincerely believed that the man had a good impression of her, otherwise, Andrew's eyes would not reveal those delicate emotions of gain and loss, like the golden morning light falling on the sunflowers, fragile and moving, people can't help but indulge in it.

But what is going on now? Why is her initiative not understood? Why is she being reprimanded for her wrongdoing?