Straighten his waist, his eyebrows are slightly frowned, his eyes are condensed, and his sharp eyes look around smartly......

His shoulders were slightly loose, he was slightly bent, his expression was solemn, and his eyes searched every detail in his line of sight little by little......

The muscles are tense, the lips are pursed, the eyes are flashing, and the mind is full of thoughts, observing and thinking......

Lance clenched his fists hard, the powerless frustration invaded, his fist was raised high and wanted to smash down, he gritted his teeth, and the muscles of his body began to tremble slightly, and finally he put it down helplessly, as if his spine had been sucked away, and he sat down on the sofa, his sweaty cheeks stained with a thick layer of exhaustion. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

No, no, none of these performances are right, the traces of the whole performance are too heavy, but the effects presented are all superficial, it is difficult to paint the skin of the tiger, the shallow performance has never found a gripping focus, it seems impetuous and shallow, and most importantly, he has always imitated Tom Hardy's performance.

It's not that Tom's performance is bad, but it is undeniable that Tom's Max appears to be very single-lined, rough, strong, alert, fierce, and tough, and the animal intuition in him makes Max come alive, and it fits well with the background of the movie Wasteland Apocalypse, but there is no more layers and depth, simple and rough, which is exactly what Lance is trying to avoid. Not to mention, at the current level of Lance, imitating another actor's performance will not only not help, but will be tied up, and it will not be able to perform at all, and the whole performance process will be extremely awkward, as if performing with a hood.

"Fury Road" would never have needed such a performance.

Lance tried to regain focus, which shouldn't have been a hard thing for him, and he had been through more difficult situations in his previous life on Broadway, but he eventually persevered. But today, the inner irritability could not be calmed down at all, and the chaotic thoughts continued to rush left and right in the brain, and the suffocating feeling of fullness to the verge of explosion made the concentration of attention an impossible task.

Sitting slumped on the sofa, my brain relaxed a little, and countless fragments of the picture poured in. Max's astute probing eyes, Nax's madness in raising the fireworks high, the mistake of the blower being kicked over, the concentration of the special effects team before detonating the bomb, Barry Meyer's gloomy face and constantly calculating, the clouds gathering over the desert, Albert dispatching the teams with a walkie-talkie, the embarrassment of Chaos Pictures running into walls everywhere and unable to rent a studio, Max's silent but powerful figure, and the headlines of the box office fiasco after the release of "Fury Road......

The details of the performance, the steps of the shooting, the execution of the crew, the fragments of the picture are like paper fireworks, one after another in the brain, he doesn't know how to enter the performance state, nor does he know how to control the overall situation, even the story that was conceived early is already a mess at this time.

Standing up suddenly, Lance walked to the whiteboard placed in the corner of the room, on which was posted the storyboard of the next few scenes, Lance looked at it seriously, but found that the original clear ideas were now a mess, and he began to question the shooting ideas that had already been decided, as if this was not right, that was not right, the shortness of breath began to swallow like drowning, which made all the muscles in Lance's body tense to the extreme.

Suddenly, the image of Theo, Ian and Gawain standing on the roof of the building came to mind, and below was the familiar Wall Street, turning into a piece of waste paper and securities flying all over the sky, and on the roof of the building across the street, there was also a tycoon in a suit and leather shoes jumping down the stairs with a desperate face, smashing on the ground and turning into a mess of flesh, but the problem was that the surging crowd on the street didn't care at all, they just fled like headless flies, and it was nothing more than that when the end of the world came.

Then, Lance saw Theo, Ian, and Gawain walk to the edge of the roof, waved at him, and tried to shout, "Don't! No! He tried his best to stop their movements, but the voice was stuck in his throat and came out at all, and his body stiffened in place, even his little finger couldn't move, and the desperate panic gnawed at his heart little by little, "Don't, don't......" He was completely flustered, unable to make any thoughts, he even wanted to close his eyes, he couldn't bear to continue looking, but he couldn't close it anyway, "Don't! No! In his desperate roar, Ian stepped along......

"Don't!" Lance jumped up directly, shouted frantically, and looked around blankly, only to realize that he was not on Wall Street, but still in the filming base next to the Namibian desert.

A cold wind blew, Lance couldn't help but shiver three times in a row, the sweat-soaked clothes sticked sticky to the skin, as if he had really been rescued from drowning, gasping for breath, his head ached faintly, the trance heaviness made him almost unsteady, and he stumbled into the wall, and the tingling sensation from his arm finally cleared his brain a little. After looking around again, Lance was sure that everything was just a dream, and he actually sat on the sofa and fell asleep.

I looked at the clock on the desk, it was already half past twelve in the middle of the night, my head hurt badly, my chest was heavy and stuffy, and the whole person seemed to be in a jar, very stuffy.

Lance stood up and pushed open the door to the room, the hall was empty, but the light from the next room came through the crack in the door, and the sound of discussion could be faintly heard. Leaving the indoor environment, the temperature dropped suddenly, the cold breeze drilled down the neck, and the physical problem went directly from summer to winter, Lance hurriedly put on his coat, turned his head to look, and found that the lights in each room were not extinguished, and the busy figures of different team members could be clearly seen in the reflection of the window.

However, Lance didn't have the heart to pay attention to the others, breathing in the cold air, and his overheated head finally cooled down a little. The desert at night seems to be a little more humid than during the day, but at the same time, it is also a little more tyrannical, the flow of air begins to accelerate, and large areas of sand and dust are like bead curtains, swept away row after row, and you can even clearly hear the "whew, whew" wind, which sets off the night more and more quiet.

I took off my shoes and socks, stepped on the desert with my feet, felt the rough sand, put all my strength on the soles of my feet, and slowly felt that the whole person was stuck in the sand, and there was still some residual sand on the surface, which soon became cold, but after the initial trembling, the thick sand became a natural insulation layer, allowing the feet to recover a little bit of temperature.

Slowly sitting on the sand dunes, the breeze came one after another, and the warm sweat gradually lost its temperature and became cold, and the body temperature dropped far faster than expected, and soon began to shiver. But Lance didn't care, he needed to be calm, he needed to divert his attention and let the cluttered thoughts in his brain go aside.

His temples began to ache again, as if he could see the fragments of the dream he had just closed his eyes, and the panic was gently surging in his chest. After all, he was still a little afraid, afraid that his desperate gamble might lead to destruction, that his ruin might implicate everyone, that his insistence on going his own way might betray Theo's trust...... He even began to think about whether it would be more appropriate to choose "The Road of Rage" instead of "Hangover".

Not only because a "hangover" is more secure, but also because a "hangover" is simpler. They don't need to take such a big risk to gain breathing space, even if it is short-lived, but at least it allows them to look for more suitable opportunities. But what about now? They are trapped in this boundless desert, struggling, not to mention the quality of the finished product, and even whether the work can be successfully completed must be marked with a big question mark.

Lance couldn't help but think of Gawain's retirement not long ago. This time, he gambled not only on his pride and self-esteem, but also on the trust and support of his family.

For the first time, for the first time since being reborn, Lance had self-doubts.

Lance knows that regret is the most useless emotion, because no one can turn back time, regret will only immerse himself in self-pity, but can not make any changes at all, the correct solution should be to start today, to change every today, and then change the future, to reverse the "regret" thing. But many times, the truth is understood, but the actual implementation is not so simple, and the constant throbbing temples make Lance have no way to calm down and "look forward".

With a long exhale, the whole person simply lay on the desert, looking at the sky overhead, there are no high-rise buildings in the city, there is no exhaust emission pollution, the whole sky is so clean that there is no dust, and the stars in the sky can't be counted at all, Lance knows for the first time that there are so many stars in the sky, it really can't be counted, the big and small stars seem to be within reach, people can't help but want to raise their hands.

When I was a child, I always liked to lie on the grass and look at the sky, carefully looking at the unpredictable clouds, just a simple entertainment, you can spend a good afternoon; But as I grew up, life began to get complicated, and it seemed that such simple happiness could no longer be found – or rather, that it was no longer willing to be found.

There was the sound of footsteps rubbing against the sand behind him, but Lance didn't want to look up to investigate, just lay relaxed, and then he heard the voice with a hint of hoarseness, "So, how is this sky seen today?" (To be continued.) )