"Bang bang ......"

The dense and fast drum beats in the ears, Buddy Ricky's amazing rhythmic control and power output, it is amazing, even though it is a series of continuous drum beats, but you can distinguish the jumps and connections between the drum beats and the drum beats.

Just like a summer rainstorm suddenly comes and goes, the rain hits the beach with 10,000 pits, and the field of vision is densely packed with pits, but each pothole can be clearly identified, which is clear but broken.

The grandeur and vastness, the shock and magnificence, rushed to the face, like a baptism, making people's scalps tingle and jaw-dropping, completely bathed in a starburst, and they could only look up stupidly. Even a layman who has no knowledge of drum kits can faintly feel the shock of that rhythm.

And now, Andrew has to finish this "whipping" performance.

Lan Li was so engrossed in the melody in his ears that he didn't notice his friends who came to visit him, or even if he did, he would choose to ignore it, because he had to be engrossed in the performance now, and he didn't have the heart or energy to deal with any kind of socialization.

The sound of "bang bang bang" gradually slowed down, not because Buddy Ricky was slowing down, but after listening attentively, it was as if he had entered a whole new universe, and the notes finally became clear, as if they were being played at a double or triple pace, and then the drums became "dong dong" sounds, hammering the heart.

Faintly, he seemed to have captured some inspiration.

Before his inspiration faded, he sat up and quickly came to the back of the drum kit, opened the "whipping" score, re-read and re-analyzed it up and down, compared it with the rhythm of the drum in his head, and then grabbed his drumstick, exhaled a long breath, and relaxed himself as much as possible.

Then, play from the beginning.

It is not the beginning of verse 17, but the beginning of verse 1.

The opening drum beat cut slowly, not too complicated or too difficult, and the whole performance seemed to be very smooth, but after the eighth measure, he paused, and savored it over and over again—

Is his rhythm accurate, is every sixteenth note on the right beat, is there a snap or drag when the drumsticks fall?

Fletcher's previous experience had taught him to re-examine himself, and only by studying every detail to the extreme could he take his skills to a whole new level, and for those who had abandoned the basics, it was a different level. Now he has to concentrate on the basic technology of the moment.

After slowly reminiscing in my mind, I started to play again, the control of the wrist and fingers became more delicate, but it led to the uneven force, and the mellow sound of each drum beat was different, which is like a large bead and a small bead falling on a jade plate, if it is all pearls of the same size, then the sound should be coherent and smooth, but the size of the pearl is different, and the undulating sound begins to appear inhibited.

Sometimes it's a good thing because it can be in tune, and sometimes it's a bad thing, like now.

The second time, then the third pause. Unexpectedly, the relatively simple opening seemed to become difficult, so he listened intently over and over again, and pondered slowly and carefully by himself.

……

"What the hell is he doing?" Damien stood quietly and watched for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask.

In fact, Damien is a mature and steady young man, and it can be seen from his use of lenses and picture splicing that even if "Burst Drummer" is his second work, he has already initially shown the atmosphere of scheduling and control, but he still lacks more shooting experience after all, and it is inevitable that he will be a little impatient when dealing with unexpected accidents.

If he could, Damien was willing to calm down and give Lan Li plenty of time to slowly figure out the role and slowly polish the scene, because he knew that it was worth it, and Lan Li's performance would definitely not disappoint.

The problem was that their time at Juilliard was so limited that every second was precious, and they had to speed up the process in order to be able to shoot within the allotted time. Therefore, Damien's mentality is inevitably a little anxious.

In fact, he knew what Lan Li was doing, but he didn't understand the reason for doing it, or more accurately, he understood the reason, but he didn't understand the necessity of doing it. For this scene, Lan Li's speculation and rehearsal are not necessary, and it can even be said to be a waste of time.

"He's figuring out the role. Paul explained.

Damien nodded in agreement, his tone still a little hurried and anxious, "I know. I know he's adjusting his form and figuring out Andrew's state right now, but the problem is that the really hard part is in the back, not even the seventeenth stanza where Fletcher keeps picking and choosing, and in order to shoot this scene, he just needs to study the difficult part over and over again, and all those frustrations, those confusions, all come from the difficult part later. ”

As a writer and director, Damien knows the whole story and all the details, and the repertoire and sequences of each scene are clear. Therefore, he understands Lan Li's actions, but he does not understand the necessity.

Because he is a director, not an actor.

Rooney and the others didn't understand the ins and outs of the story, so naturally they couldn't guess Lan Li's intentions, but Rooney recalled the little episode at the door just now, so he said tentatively, "The scene before this scene, is he ...... What setbacks, or blows, frustrations in confidence? So now he is being even harder on himself, tormenting himself over and over again, hoping to achieve perfection. ”

"As you can see, Lan Li is constantly revising his performance, and each time it is a little different. Rooney's train of thought gradually became coherent.

But at this moment, Ryan, who was still out of the situation, interjected, "Are you sure?

The atmosphere suddenly relaxed, and Rooney rolled her eyes speechlessly, "I'm not sure, otherwise, you interrupt Lan Li's performance and ask him personally?" Ryan immediately raised his hands in surrender, and then firmly closed his mouth.

Rooney retracted her gaze and continued, "Damien, Lan Li is not an actor who wastes time and energy, his every move has deep meaning, maybe these performances are outside the camera, the audience can't see it at all, but for the character, it is an important part of the whole context. If we can, we should look at it again, and maybe we can see the clues. ”

Damien fell silent.

Because he knew that after the whole story was coherent, all of Lan Li's actions became reasonable and smooth:

Andrew is pushing himself according to Fletcher's requirements, not just to challenge the difficult parts, but to do every note in every measure...... Perfection, perfection in the truest sense of the word, impeccable perfection, perfection that silences Fletcher, that self-proving obsession is bursting out little by little, like a bull's horn.

The "bang bang" drum beat continued, but instead of complaining, Damien asked everyone on the scene to be quiet, and asked the photographer to start his work and record the whole process in its entirety. As for whether the post-editing can be used, then we will talk about it then.

……

Again, and again, and again, after gradually pondering the doorway, a look of affirmation appeared on his cheeks, and although there was no smile, the determination in his eyes slowly rolled, and it seemed that he had finally regained his self-confidence, which also prompted him to push further towards the difficult parts behind.

Section XVII.

Section 18.

Over and over again, over and over again, he had struck again at least a hundred times.

After tirelessly searching for gaps and rhythms between sixteenth notes, searching endlessly for clues of snapping or dragging shots, his brain was finally able to calm down and think carefully without the oppression and threat of Fletcher, listening carefully with his own ears, clearing the clouds little by little, and then carving boringly and tediously over and over again.

Unconsciously, the door of the practice room was already full of people, and the turbulent scene on the three floors inside and outside was silent, without the slightest sound, as if even the sound of breathing had completely disappeared, and all eyes fell motionlessly on the man who was beating the drum.

Thirty minutes, a full thirty minutes passed like this, but he showed no signs of fatigue and fatigue, the whole person was as if he had just been fished out of the water, the sweat the size of beans slid down one after another, wet his hair, wet his T-shirt, wet the drum kit, and the persistence and concentration in those eyes still did not waver.

Amazingly, no one on the scene was bored.

Everyone watched him stunned, playing the same piece over and over again, competing with themselves, polishing every detail of the performance bit by bit, and even the photographer had to change his working mode - he fixed the camera on a tripod to ensure that the whole shot was stable and continuous, and would not shake due to his physical exhaustion.

But the cinematographer didn't give up on his work, and he installed three cameras in different corners of the practice room, for a total of four cameras, to capture the footage, just like a documentary.

At this moment, without warning, Andrew raised his right hand and slapped himself hard, "snap". Please use the latest domain name to read books on this site