"One more time. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Lance's voice interrupted Emma's words, and he saw Emma who wanted to speak and stopped, and she could detect her anxiety and nervousness just by a glance, but Lance quickly lowered his eyes, ignored the plan, returned to his place, and started shooting again.

Emma could only put her emotions aside for a while, gave Giselle a reassuring look, and then concentrated on the shooting.

This time, Lance did not interrupt, but finished the shooting in one go, and then he returned to the back of the monitor, and repeatedly reviewed the four images just now, and fell into deep thought.

The sound of the wind in the desert hunting, the sound of the passage of time becoming more and more obvious in the rolling of the sand, Albert standing next to him kept looking up at the sun overhead, their current shooting is really "every second counts", not slow work in the studio; Instead of having the courage to watch her own replay, Giselle left Emma where she was, trying to find out what was wrong, and Emma was explaining to Giselle the importance of watching the replay, hoping that Giselle could watch her own show with her own eyes and then look for the crux of the problem......

“…… Trust me," Emma said halfway through, then paused, as she caught Lance's figure out of the corner of her eye, and looked up, then she saw Lance with his hands crossed over his chest, looking at Giselle and herself solemnly, she cleared her throat, "Lance......"

But Lance didn't respond, his eyes stayed on Giselle's cheek, "How do you perform, show me." ”

Giselle was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding what Lance meant - didn't she perform in the four shoots they just had? Why did Lance want to watch it again? But Lance watched her intently, and the invisible pressure began to slowly increase, and the beating of his heart seemed to become extremely difficult.

Giselle looked at Emma pleadingly.

Emma had a thousand words to confide in at this time, she wanted to apologize, apologize for her dereliction of duty; She wanted to ask, to find a way for Giselle's performance; She wanted to talk, because she and Lance hadn't spoken alone since that night...... But, Emma understands Lance, deeply, so she chooses to keep her mouth shut.

Emma patted the back of Giselle's hand and gave him an encouraging look, then let go of Giselle's hands and turned away. Emma understands that Lance needs to coach Giselle one-on-one, and he needs Giselle to be fully in shape. Emma didn't go far, though, and stood about five paces away, carefully observing the interaction between Lance and Giselle—the act, which she needed to focus on now, not the distraction of thoughts.

Watching Emma leave, Giselle looked at Lance in front of him, a little embarrassed, trying to avoid his eyes. But Lance didn't say a word, and Giselle could sense the burning gaze on his shoulder, the weight of which was breathless. Slowly raising her head, Giselle saw the persistence in Lance's blue eyes, without any superfluous thoughts, just a calm concentration, which made her let out a long breath.

Acting, she needs to act.

Thinking back to the direction Lance gave her a few days ago, she imagined a situation, and then raised her chin and looked at Lance vigilantly and detachedly, exuding a layer of self-protection all over her body. There are no lines, but the brilliance in his eyes is appropriate.

This made Lance nod secretly in his heart, this is the performance that Angalad needs. If such a performance is presented on the camera, then at least it can be regarded as a passing level, better than Rosie in the previous life, although not much, this is also Lance's expectation of Giselle. But why is there such a big difference between before and after the camera?

This is unfamiliar territory for Reims.

"What's the difference between now and after the camera starts?" Lance opened his mouth to ask, he didn't quite understand, Giselle obviously had such a basic level, but he couldn't show it on camera.

Giselle's performance was interrupted, her expression a little unnatural, and she shook her head, "I don't know either." ”

Lance's left thumb involuntarily began to rub his index finger slightly, and suddenly asked curiously, "Why don't you go behind the monitor and watch your own performance?" ”

Giselle tugged at the corners of her mouth in embarrassment, "Don't you feel awkward?" She uncomfortably straightened the ends of her hair, "Looking at herself in the camera, like a stranger." ”

Lance frowned slightly, "So you don't browse the magazine photos after taking them?" ”

"The photo captures a moment, but the video records a state, and I think it's so strange to me." Giselle said jerkyly, looking at Lance's frowning brows, she explained embarrassedly, "Emma also said just now that it was better to go and have a look, but I still think it's ......"

Lance shook his head, motioning for her not to explain, because he knew what the problem was.

In fact, many actors are not used to seeing their images on the big screen, which has nothing to do with performance methods, performance styles, and personal habits, and even the industry is divided into two factions, one faction believes that repeatedly watching their own performances, looking for deficiencies and flaws, this is a way to improve their acting skills, and it is also a way to examine the rhythm of their own performances, and the other faction believes that performance comes from inspiration and sparks, and the difference in each performance is arbitrary, and there is no need to examine it through the big screen. Both factions have a large number of supporters, and there is no distinction between expressive and methodological.

Giselle's real problem is not that she refuses to watch a replay of the show on the monitor, but that she is always aware of the camera's presence.

That's how it gets started with a novice show. As we all know, after shooting, the camera's red light will turn on, indicating that the recording is in progress, and providing a focal point reference, which is very important for TV shows or the modeling industry, which can provide a reference and warning for people in front of the camera, because they need to make eye contact and direct dialogue with the audience behind the camera; But for the film industry, it is easy to make mistakes, either seeing a red light and causing distraction, or following the red light, resulting in a broken picture. Many newbies who are just getting into the show run into this problem.

Lance had never had such a problem, nor did the children of the City of God, so much so that he almost forgot about it. After thinking about it, Lance was a little nihilistic.

"Giselle, look at me." Lance said, "When we make a movie, we don't focus on the camera, we focus on the partner. The focus you need to look for is not the red light, but your partner, and the other person's eyes are what you need to pay attention to. "It's not a big deal, if necessary, just cover up the camera's red light, and when Giselle gets used to the rhythm of the film, he will naturally adjust.

Gisele still doesn't quite understand that she is completely accustomed to the "lens is the focus" model. Lance pointed to his eyes, "Look at me." Giselle looked intently, "Remember, I'm your threat, I'm the focus of your attention!" Your life is in my hands, and if you get distracted, you'll be fired from the crew, and I don't mind letting Leo charter a private jet over and take you back to the United States. So, focus all your focus and energy on me! ”

Lance could detect a subtle change in Giselle's eyes, like a survival instinct, uncontrollably flustered and nervous. With a flash of inspiration in his head, Lance said directly, "I'm not kidding. There was a sharp glint in his eyes, "I never joke about work, and I hope you won't." ”

Giselle struck a spirit, his mouth was so parched that he couldn't even produce saliva, and the air of the Namibian desert seemed to cling to his skin, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake it off.

Then Giselle saw Lance's blue eyes approaching little by little, and the unfazed pupils burst out with terrifying energy, like a black hole that could swallow everything, "Let me tell you, you are one of the ...... Women's leaders, you bring them here, you have to be accountable to them, you know what that means? Giselle could clearly see the cunning and cold-bloodedness in her eyes, and her heart was grabbed fiercely, and even her breathing stopped completely, "If you make mistakes in a row, I will not only replace you, but all of them!" ”

"Lance!" This is Lance, who Giselle has never seen before, wielding the scythe of death, as if even the air is frozen, and that powerful aura makes her believe every word he says without hesitation, which makes Giselle begin to panic, and the pressure that is already comparable to Tarzan is even more covered, and her legs begin to weaken. She tried to plead her case, but as soon as the words came out, she found that her brain was blank, and her voice was completely stuck in her throat, a feeling even more terrible than drowning, slowly devouring her, but she couldn't even make the movement of the struggle.

"Trust me. I'm serious. One word at a time, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, the cold and biting cold made Giselle shiver, one after another, even if there are many rumors, it is not as good as the personal experience at this moment, Giselle feels that his blood has begun to freeze, and his eyes are full of confusion and panic, "Look at me!" Remember, I'm the one who holds the power to kill all of you! ”

Suddenly, the smile on the corner of Lance's mouth was outlined, and it was only a flash, and his lips were immediately tightly pursed, and his voice seemed to come out of the depths of hell, "Be careful! The simple two words stabbed to the heart fiercely, and an unprecedented power burst out in her eyes, almost destroying Giselle, her heart trembled slightly, and there was only one name in her mind:

Max. (To be continued.) )