Simmons quietly stared at Lan Li who was close at hand, he could clearly describe the facial features that outlined the face, young and handsome, deep and soft, seemingly plain but combined to reveal a unique charm, inadvertently locked the gaze, unable to take away.

This is the actor who swept the entire Hollywood, who has created countless glories and history at a young age, and has undoubtedly left a place in the long river of film history.

This left Simmons with a sense of frustration.

Not because of envy or jealousy, but because of a sense of distance. The sense of distance brought about by the huge gap in honor, prestige, strength, talent, works, etc., breeds a kind of timidity and hesitation from the depths of the heart, at the end of the release and explosion of the performance, like a rein, firmly controlling every muscle of the body, and the right hand raised high just can't shake it off.

He knows, he knows everything.

This is just a performance, a scene, for this slap in the face, they have rehearsed countless times, even though Damien said that he could borrow the position to shoot, but Lan Li still took the initiative to ask for real guns, and expressed active support for Damien's idea of using long shots to complete the full scheduling.

Hopefully, it can really present that kind of crazy out-of-control texture, and perfectly push the relationship between Andrew and Fletcher to the first breaking point.

Everything is ready, only the east wind is owed.

However, after the actual shooting, Simmons still couldn't control his nervousness. "Lan Li-Hall", just a name, has a deterrent and shocking power, as if it were ...... It's like a piece of history, and while it doesn't sound like a good description, the sense of oppression is as heavy as history.

What's more, Lan Li's performance is gradual and in-depth, and the sense of involvement revealed by the details of his eyes and movements makes Simmons completely unable to extricate himself, and can only move forward passively, and unconsciously, his performance rhythm seems to be faintly out of control, which makes him start to panic.

Simmons was almost out of breath.

Simmons can't be blamed for this, he has filmed countless works before "Burst Drummer", but he will always be someone else's dad or someone else's boss or someone else's neighbor, and he is a dispensable presence in the camera, even if he has a large number of lines, the audience will never notice this chess piece.

He's the kind of actor who says, "Oh oh, I know you, the guy you starred in that movie, that, that's, that's it, right? I think you're very, very familiar!" It seems that everyone who passes by can recognize him, but no one can really "recognize" him.

Now, he has not only become one of the most important supporting roles in the film, but also works with the most influential actors today, all eyes are instantly focused on his shoulders, and the pervasive pressure is simply impossible to ignore, even if you work hard, there are some things that can not be overcome by hard work.

The lack of experience and the ups and downs of experience inevitably make people suffer from gains and losses in tense moments, and it is precisely because they have never had them that they are even more nervous.

"JK, during the rehearsal, everything was fine, wasn't it? The shooting just now, everything went very well, what's going on? What's going on? Talk to me, JK, I need you to talk to me, the filming of this scene just now is just perfect, all the emotions are very full, all the emotions are in place, why? Why did you stop all of a sudden? God!"

Damien was even more annoyed than the person concerned, grabbing his hair so hard that he couldn't help but sigh a long time.

Simmons couldn't say a word, and he himself was annoyed and regretful, but he just couldn't control it, so what should he do?

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, turn around, and walk back again. Simmons is like an ant on a hot pot, he can't settle down at all, he's never been in a situation like this in his career, he doesn't know how to deal with it, he doesn't know how to deal with it, he knows he needs to calm down, but it's too difficult.

Damien's voice continued to echo in his ears, but it was fading away, and he could only vaguely catch some irregular syllables, but he could not be fully coherent, let alone the content of the words and the meaning conveyed. Simmons was trying to keep his attention and get back into character, and it was a weird feeling that he always felt that something wasn't quite right around him, but he couldn't say why.

Unintentionally turning his head, his eyes caught Lan Li's figure again, and then, Simmons suddenly realized:

Lan Li didn't speak, and that's the weirdness.

Damion's chagrin, the staff's exclamation, the noise of the band members, and Simmons' own depression and grievances, in the midst of the bustling chaos, Lan Li has always remained silent and quiet, as if an outsider.

It's really weird.

"Lan Li?" Simmons realized that he should apologize to Lan Li.

As Damien said, the performance just now was smooth and in one go, from the rhythm to the mood to the lines, everything was perfectly coordinated and communicated, if it wasn't for Simmons' emergency braking at the last moment, then the filming of this scene could be called an absolute example that cannot be replicated, but, alas, there is no if.

Lan Li raised his chin and cast his gaze - Andrew was the drummer and Fletcher was the conductor, so Andrew was sitting and Fletcher was standing, and the position space of the two people formed an invisible sense of oppression, at this time, Lan Li looked up at Simmons with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

"Sorry...... Simmons said, but the syllable of "Sorry" had just come out, and it paused on the tip of his tongue, and all the voices behind him quietly disappeared, staring blankly into Lan Li's eyes.

It was a pair of clear and translucent eyes, the light brown luster rippled in the milky yellow light of the rehearsal room, clean and bright, as if there was no trace of impurities, and it could even be said that it was pure and innocent, as if it had never really experienced the storms of the world, with a little immature softness.

Simmons couldn't help but be slightly stunned, such a blue ceremony...... A little off.

The words quietly paused in his mouth, Simmons frowned slightly, and seriously explored, those eyes were like light passing through a crystal ball, flashing bursts of colorful light, refracting different textures and halos, evolving countless possibilities.

Now, the traces of the slight contraction of the pupils can be clearly captured, revealing a trace of timidity, a trace of nervousness and a trace of panic, and then the focus and focus of the gaze are quietly shifting little by little, as if they are dodging Simmons's gaze and scrutiny, the hesitation and panic that keeps rolling up in the depths of the heart are slowly breaking down all defenses, and you can even vaguely feel the shoulder muscles that are slightly tightened, and even the neck and jaw have become stiff.

He was scared.

Not just fear, but also chaos and fear, like a snail, are retreating into their shells, trying to hide their cowardice and vulnerability with a hard shell.

Simmons didn't even need to make any movements, just quietly cast his gaze, and then he could see that the young and handsome face was falling apart, and he subconsciously licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, which not only had no effect, but also exposed the anxiety and tension of his dry mouth, and even the action of swallowing saliva became extremely difficult.

Reflexively, he raised his right hand and tried to wipe the sweat from his nose, but then he realized that his fingers were curled up like chicken claws because he was so nervous, and he was holding the drumstick tightly, unable to relax or control, and the action was so funny that it became impossible to wipe the sweat.

He hurriedly lowered his right hand, and the shadow cast by the drum kit hid the embarrassment of his hands.

“…… First, Sir?" he spoke, his tense voice so dry that even the simplest monosyllabic word was broken into two paragraphs.

Involuntarily, the corners of Simmons' mouth rose slightly, gently, and the person in front of him should be...... Andrew, Andrew Neiman.

The young man who thinks he is a genius and is complacent, the little hairy boy who ignores how to enter school but doesn't know what real fine art is, the freshman who has some talent but no basic skills to speak of, the rookie who is only nineteen years old and does not know the world.

A little praise can make him get carried away, and a little doubt can make him disorganized.

What a loser, a novice loser who doesn't even know how to spell the root word "Lose", and even among the losers is the bottom rubbish.

Simmons began to slowly approach, and then he saw Andrew's pupils begin to shake violently, he was trying to avoid this, not wanting to expose his nervousness and timidity, but as everyone knows, he was like an open book, completely showing himself defenselessly.

"I ...... I do not know. Andrew spoke again, trying to add something, opening his mouth, but the rest of the words disappeared into his throat, and the tense muscles made his shoulders shone in an extremely strange position, and finally he couldn't say a single reason, just repeated, "I don't know." ”

He didn't know what he had gone wrong, he didn't know how to fix it, he didn't even know what was going on.

Simmons — No, Fletcher to be exact, he knew he had all the initiative.

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