Wade saw Lanceley turn his head on the ground, and his eyes, which had lost the protection of his glasses, were unconcealed. But even so, it was still Max in front of him, not Lance.

The blue eyes looked at it calmly and directly, but there was nothing special to speak of, as if ordinary people passed by on the streets of Manhattan - maybe not so ordinary, maybe white-collar workers, or Wall Street insiders. But, that's about it.

The subtle difference can be felt, but it cannot be described.

Max's voice was still not loud, but it gradually calmed down, and the steady dìng of his breath made his voice gradually clearer, "I'm being followed." ”

Wade directly answered, "FBI? ”

"How do I know?" Max didn't leave any gaps, his eyes were just locked on Wade, and he couldn't take his eyes off it, but his round eyes were like puppet protruding eyes, and there was an inexplicable rigidity and weirdness, "You come to sue me." Max's voice became more and more steady, and the volume was imperceptibly increasing little by little, "That's why I lost the text, all the information is to protect you......" Max's words were still a little jerky, but the firmness of his gaze never wavered, and his clear eyes were accumulating light little by little, "You fashionable bastard." This phrase is in Spanish.

In the blink of an eye, all the light was hidden in the bottom of his eyes, Max looked away, but unconsciously, the stiff lines of his shoulders also relaxed, and the rising aura reached the extreme, followed by the blinking movement, which disappeared between the calm and calm eyebrows on his face.

At this time, Max suddenly changed into another person, as if a fish swimming shallow bottom, ******** general, the last bit of jerkiness and embarrassment disappeared completely, the whole person straightened his waist in front of Wade, and the momentum that slowly accumulated made him take the initiative little by little into the palm of his hand. The volume was not deliberately raised, the eyes were not deliberately faced, and the movements were not deliberately changed. But it was as if all of a sudden there was a different person, as if ...... It was as if he had actually licked blood from the edge of the knife.

"Do you think I like to be here?" Max looked away with ease, looking at Shirley and Peter, who were sitting next to him, a small smile on his lips. A kind smile, but exuding a confidence that could not be ignored, just a slight glance, and then Max looked at Wade again, and said frankly and bluntly. "But...... Failure happens from time to time. Be at ease with the situation and adapt! Darwin! I Ching! ”

These words that pop up are all from Vincent himself, but Max only learned one form, and did not really capture the soul, and the words seem a little thin.

Wade was stunned and frowned slightly, the person in front of him was not Lance, that's for sure, but it wasn't Max either, and it looked like another person - a bit like an underworld hooligan. There is a kind of temperament on his body, but he is like an amateur thug or an amateur killer with unfamiliar skills, and that unconventional aura carries a kind of British ironic black humor, which is confusing.

"There is a ......" Wade couldn't help but speak again, wanting to question it, but Max didn't give him a chance, and directly cut off the words, "Fatty, rich, jazz musician...... Now there are two left. "These are the three men Vincent killed tonight. And there are five of his target characters.

Wade wasn't quite sure what was going on, but he was sure that Max's gradually accumulated aura was enough to be on an equal footing with him, and there were no gaps in his calm and comfortable gaze. This made Wade shrink his neck and be a little overwhelmed - mainly because he didn't fully enter the plot of the script, so he really didn't know how to deal with the changes in the person in front of him.

Stunned, Wade looked down at the script, then raised his head and said again. "Can you do it?" Then he saw that the pair of blue eyes were like the morning sun falling on the sea, sparkling, and then fell silent, but the plain eyes clearly expressed the confidence and calmness in his heart, even if there was no language, even if there was no expression, even if there was no movement, just these eyes, Wade had already found the answer.

"In the past six years...... Max slowly wiped the glasses in his hand, and then put them back on, the thick lenses once again made him ordinary, and the last trace of light under his eyes that had not disappeared was completely annihilated behind the lenses, and the whole person regained his ordinary appearance. But...... But it's still different.

The timidity, cringe, panic and fear that I wore with my glasses at the beginning have all disappeared at this time, as if it is a lake without any wind and waves, and I can't see the slightest leakage of emotion, and it is so calm that it makes people panic. "When have I ever missed?" The calm and plain words were full of irrefutable confidence.

Wade was directly stunned, stiffening in place. Even though he witnessed this qiē with his own eyes, even if he experienced it himself, he still couldn't believe it, and he didn't even understand what was really going on. In just three minutes, the same Lance took on a very different look; In the same way, Lance vividly shows the ups and downs of love; The same Lance moved the rhythm of the conversation, making Wade feel like a marionette, completely out of control.

What's even more puzzling is that the whole performance is done in one go, and Lance doesn't even use superfluous movements, just sits in a chair from beginning to end; There are no superfluous lines used, and the dialogue is far less than Wade's; Even the change in expression did not seem much, at least there was no yelling, crying, at most a subtle change in smile...... Just relying on the eyes, just relying on the details, just relying on the dialogue, it presented an amazing performance!

Although Wade didn't understand the cause and effect, nor did he understand the specific situation, he could clearly feel that Lance went from being restrained and frightened, to hanging by a thread, tense to the extreme, and then to breaking the kettle and maneuvering with ease.

Even if Wade didn't like Lance, even if Wade didn't understand acting, he couldn't help but want to applaud. For a moment, Wade couldn't help but think: If he signed Lance's agent contract, how should he plan Lance's acting route?

Not only Wade, but Shirley and Peter, who were sitting next to him, and Brad, all fell into a deathly silence, as if they had just watched a tsunami up close, and the rushing waves of ten thousand horses roared in front of them, and all the muscles in their bodies fell into stiffness and could not move.

Seeing that Wade didn't go any further, Lance looked around him again, and finally lowered his eyes, let out a long breath, and the turbulent emotions slowly and slowly relaxed. He really hadn't performed for too long, so his feelings were slightly out of control, half nervous, half excited, that indescribable excitement running wild in the blood, and the depressed magma finally began to gallop at this moment.

Lance almost forgot how madly obsessed he was with acting, plunging headlong into the world of performance and not wanting to leave, that kind of life that is wanton and flamboyant for the sake of dreams is full of happiness and beauty every minute and every second, and the years of youth are like raging fires, burning everything to the ground, sprinting, sprinting, sprinting, and sprinting again, and hitting his head and bleeding.

But those days are gone, buried beneath the dark steel forests of Manhattan. Ryan Kavalaug taught him a truth, the purity of dreams, the immaculate trust, and the firmness of faith are the light that belongs to the ivory tower of youth, and when you leave the ivory tower, the coldness of reality will cruelly and mercilessly shatter all the qiē.

So, he buried his dreams and beliefs in that funeral and returned to the real world.

Thinking of this, a trace of bitterness flashed in Lance's eyes, and sure enough, dreams were a luxury, because its enthusiasm was like an unquenchable flame, turning everything into ashes. For the dream of actors, directors, and movies, he doesn't want to intrigue anymore, he doesn't want revenge, he doesn't want to make movies a carrier of interests and a tool for success, he just wants to pounce on his dreams wholeheartedly, and make Chaos Pictures a second "dream factory", a place to make dreams and movies.

But DreamWorks ended up in bankruptcy and split, and that's the reality.

The trees are quiet and the wind is not stopping, and Lance knows that he has passed the age when "dreams are bigger than the sky". The reality of society told him that Ryan would not let him go lightly, as well as Tucker, Jason, and George, who were standing next to him; The coldness of society told him that if he had no use value, the major Hollywood studios would not hesitate to abandon him, just like Shirley who was trying to suppress him in front of him.

So, dreams are luxuries. It was just a moment, a brief moment.

Lance straightened his back, retracted all his thoughts, and looked at the four people in front of him with his head held high, but no one was willing to speak, and the brief silence plunged the office into an eerie atmosphere. In the end, it was Brad who took the initiative to chuckle and break the balance, "Wow, Lance, although I know that you were a very good student at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art, no one has told me that you are such a good actor." Wow, the last time I felt such a powerful impact was when I watched 'The Phantom of the Opera' on Broadway last year. ”

Lance shrugged his shoulders and teased lightly, "I hope it's a compliment." "Broadway is not the same way as movies. This sentence showed Lance's strong self-confidence and firm belief, which made the tense atmosphere in the office reversed in an instant, and now Lance stood in a condescending position.

Shirley is a bit wolfy. (To be continued.) )

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