1407 tied one's hands and feet
Andrew couldn't stop at all, as if he was possessed, the devil's dance was going crazy and wantonly.
He only felt that his whole body was imprisoned in a body, that is, the young man lying on the hospital bed just now. The white ward, the white hospital bed, the white hospital gown, and everything around him was a large expanse of white. You can vaguely see some figures, but they are all faceless people, walking back and forth like zombies..
He tried to struggle, he tried to escape, he tried to resist.
But everything is in vain. He is completely imprisoned in this body. He has exhausted all his strength and cannot move at all. Even his voice has completely failed. He is roaring and shouting. His soul Deep down, I was hoarse, but there was no sound at all in my throat..
So, he could only struggle harder and harder.
“Bang bang bang, clang clang clang, bang bang bang”.
The unorganized clanking sound seems to be a battle with the devil..
The harder you work, the more confused you become; the more you struggle, the more constrained you become.
The suffocating feeling was slowly swallowing up all his reason and emotions, which also made him more and more confused, like a vicious cycle that could not be solved, falling into reincarnation again and again..
Until a pain bursts out without warning or origin.
It was like flames were burning, devouring his body bit by bit, but the source could not be distinguished clearly. When he reacted, both feet and hands had disappeared, burned up in the raging fire, as if... …It’s like being cremated in an incinerator after death.
He is still alive. He is still alive. He does not want to die. He still wants to continue to fight. He still has dreams that have not been realized. He has not yet planned to surrender. He refuses to admit defeat. He is unwilling to give in..
He tried to scream, but no sound came out. He could only keep struggling and resisting, as if he was struggling to get rid of the invisible ropes on his body. Even though the pain was getting more and more intense, his strength was still getting stronger. The stronger he became, he gritted his teeth and burst out with unimaginable energy, trying his best to launch a resistance..
The greater the force, the stronger the reaction force.
The pain was rising like a tsunami, exploding twice or three times, swallowing up all his thoughts and soul in an instant. It hit him with a quick and accurate blow, leaving no reaction at all. There was room for opportunity and resistance, and then the flames completely engulfed his entire body, leaving only a faint trace of consciousness lingering..
“ah！”
He finally made a sound, but it was a painful cry. His hands suddenly loosened, and the drumsticks fell to the ground. The palms of his hands stiffened into a deformed state due to the excessive exertion, and the tendons seemed to have been twisted. I can't straighten my head straight at all, and I can feel the pain of twitching all over my body from my fingertips..
The moth finally embraced the candlelight, and then disappeared into ashes..
“Grass！”
He finally found his voice, but he completely lost control of his body. He fell backwards in embarrassment, clumsily and stupidly falling into the gap between the corner of the wall and the chair, with a strange posture. The pain still didn't go away, it became more and more intense and obvious, bursting out continuously, and every inch of muscle was in pain..
“Renly! God, Renly！”
Nathan was the first one to rush forward worriedly. Although the filming was still going on, Renly had completely lost his focus, which also meant that the filming had to be interrupted. Nathan could step forward without any scruples..
Before Nathan could even get closer, Renly's voice burst out, "Get out of here! Get away from all of you! I tell you all to get out of here!"！”
The thunderous scolding forced Nathan to brake suddenly and stop; followed closely by a large group of other people chasing after him, but they braked at the same time and surrounded Nathan back and forth. Worrying and bewildered, I looked at him and became embarrassed in the crowd..
Renly closed his eyes tightly.
That feeling of restraint disappeared again.
He knew that something was not right with him, and that feeling of being obsessed reappeared for a long time. However, this time it was not that he lost control and became unable to extricate himself, but that he deliberately let go of control and allowed himself to immerse himself in the role. If you can't help yourself, is this considered your own fault?？
His thoughts were wandering between illusion and reality. He could distinguish the difference between Renly and Andrew, but he was deliberately blurring the boundaries. He knew that he was playing with fire, and a little carelessness might cause him to get burned; but he I also know that I need this moment to return to the feeling I had when filming "Buried Alive", not for the performance, but for the mentality..
The thrill and excitement of walking on a high-altitude rope are like...like taking a drug. Adrenaline bursts out, thrilling and exciting, taking life as an adventure, and just a little bit of errands. If you make a mistake, you may be shattered to pieces, but it still makes you want to stop..
More importantly, I know clearly rationally that this kind of "addiction" must be given up, otherwise I will ruin myself sooner or later, but I still can't stop..
“Ha..." I let out a long breath, indulged in it, and couldn't extricate myself. The kind of fun and excitement, the kind of beauty and excitement, people can't help but start to reminisce..
Painful and happy.
This is the best portrayal of Renly right now.
Breathe, breathe again.
“Give me some time." Renly did not stand up or move his limbs. He still maintained awkward movements and leaned on the wall. He said softly, then kept his eyes closed and slowly adjusted his breathing. , the whole person gradually and gradually calmed down, as if he was recalling the whole process just now.
The whole crew was silent.
Rooney was vaguely aware of the uneasiness. Renly was in such a strange state. She always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't explain why. Subconsciously, she thought that she was thinking too much, but after turning her head, She saw the worry and confusion in the eyes of Paul and Ryan. When their eyes met, they both had the same idea..
The confused Ryan was the most unsettled among the three, and had no understanding of the situation at all. He raised his chin and gestured to Renly, frowning involuntarily, as if asking: What happened to him?？
Then he asked silently with his mouth, "Heather Cross.”
Renly at this moment reminded Ryan again of the time after Heather's death. It was not the state, but the aura. The calm and surging aura seemed to be brewing a storm; but the storm was not. It has been unable to come for a long time, and then it is heading towards the end of destruction step by step..
Paul also realized this, his uneasy expression revealed his inner uncertainty, but he was also helpless; turning his head, he and Rooney exchanged a look, vaguely seeming to figure out something, but after all, he still couldn't go too far. Sure.
At this time, a feeling of powerlessness could not help but arise deep in their hearts, because they were not Renly after all. They did not have enough understanding of Renly's performance methods and skills, and they could only stand by and watch but were unable to help..
Damien's eyes, standing next to him, began to shine, and his expression of excitement and excitement became thicker and brighter. He liked this obsessive dark temperament and the overall temperament of "Explosive Drummer" It coincides with each other and releases Andrew's dark side bit by bit. It feels like he is escaping into purgatory step by step. It's weird and ghostly. It couldn't be more perfect..
“Damien, what should we do?？”
There was a sound in his ears, and Damien turned his head subconsciously, and then he saw the wry smile on the stage manager's face. Looking along the stage manager's line of sight, Damien saw the drums and jazz drums scattered on it. blood stains.
That's real bloodstains, not the work of the prop team..
There are just a few here and there, not the kind of bloodshed with extremely strong dramatic tension, but like the red plum blossoms in the cold winter, blooming proudly in the snow, bursting out with a powerful visual impact, thrilling, and the air. The faint smell of blood that filled the air suddenly became substantial..
“This is a rented prop. If so, what should I do? "The drama manager seemed to have a huge headache..
Damien's eyes lit up slightly, "This is good, this is good. Just keep it like this." Sensing the surprised look in the show manager's eyes, Damien nodded in agreement, "That's it. Let me think about it. What kind of shots do we need to add? Hmm……”
After pondering, Damien realized that the entire scene just now was completely done in one go. It was captured through four different angles, and Renly's performance was completely recorded. He must now re-watch the complete scene in his mind. The editing and switching of the entire scene are constructed here, and then further supplemented by close-up shooting..
What is certain is that Damien hopes to capture a close-up of Renly's tiger's mouth wound. The more bloody and disgusting the more effective it is. He just hopes to be able to present this primitive and brutal bloody feeling, especially when watching After watching Renly's performance just now, his inspiration exploded, and he had new inspiration for the whole scene..
Damien couldn't wait to walk to the monitor and started watching the replay.
……
Renly was still lying on the ground, and the pain was still erupting continuously, but gradually, gradually, he began to get used to it. The pain nerves seemed to be numb, and the turbulent emotions slowly calmed down. Involuntarily , the drumbeat of "Whip" appeared in his mind again, and he couldn't help but start thinking about how to practice and how to hit again..
Being obsessed, this is the real obsession.
But Renly enjoyed it. The fingers of his right hand began to beat the rhythm lightly. The slight movement stretched the wound, causing another wave of pain. However, he didn't care. He just adjusted the movement of his fingers and started again. When you hit it, it’s like hitting Morse code, trying to figure out the beat of the drum..
That sense of restraint seems to have disappeared..
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