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The small commotion outside the practice room had subsided before it could surge up, and it did not affect the shooting inside at all..
Damien stood next to the camera, excited and nervous, excited and anxious. All his attention was devoted to the camera, and his mind began to conceive of the editing method of the finished film. Now this scene It has completely broken away from the constraints of the script and is developing in a positive direction..
In the script, this scene only has a frame and no specific plot, because what Damien needs to capture is a state and an emotion. He has not fully conceived how to present it, and hopes to make different attempts with the actors during filming. and running in to find the most appropriate way of expression.
“Andrew went to the bathroom to prepare a bucket of crushed ice, returned to the practice room, sat behind the drum set, and began to practice 'Caravan'; however, due to the injury to his hand, the rhythm of the double jump could not be improved, and Andrew lost control of his emotions. After venting, he still couldn't. Keep practicing.”
That’s all.
Before the filming officially started, Damien and Renly communicated about their basic emotions, and then handed over the acting initiative to Renly..
Now, Renly's performance has fallen out of the frame of the script, but Damien doesn't mind at all. Seeing Renly's performance with his own eyes, sparks are flying in his mind, inspiration is flowing like a fountain, and the clear fragments are gradually integrated. , the picture that was not clear enough naturally became clear..
However, Damien was a little unsure about when to interrupt the filming - he still lacked enough experience. He decided to continue to give Renly space to perform and see how the subsequent performance was, and waited until his brain showed a "stuck" prompt. Finish the filming of this scene.
Andrew sat on the stool again, spread out the palm of his right hand, looked at the bloody wound, then slowly and slowly closed his palm and clenched it into a fist. The dark red blood stained the fingertips. Like cardamom, thrilling, the muscles of the palms and forearms slowly squirm, looking like the face of the devil.
Immediately afterwards——
He slowly and slowly put his right fist into the ice bucket, clatter, the slight sound of the ice cubes stirring began to hit the squirming muscles, like countless embroidery needles drilling into the pores at the same time, his arms My muscles were tense and stiff for a moment, but then relaxed, as if I could really feel the feeling.：
All the pain burst out in an instant and was released instantly, but then it was frozen in the ice water, and everything was sealed. That is so for now. After that, as the ice dissipates, everything will be released bit by bit. Come out and tear every inch of muscle exponentially.
The dark red blood slowly spread out in the ice water. The dark red color was like a pigment, bright and dazzling. The rich smell of blood seemed to spread like this, carrying a dark breath of death..
“Wow！”
Andrew picked up his right fist again and grabbed the drumstick again. The diluted blood slid down the drumstick, but he didn't care. He just shook his right hand casually, and the water droplets immediately scattered everywhere. Drops fell on the drum, bass drum, and snare drum, and the faint rose red color crawled on the surface of the instruments like crystal clear amber..
Then, Andrew's eyes fell on Diao Cha.
Although the jazz drum had been completely smashed just now, he could still continue to practice the double jumping skills, especially with his right hand..
Andrew's upper body leaned forward slightly - this is not a standard action. The real standard action should keep the back straight and relax the shoulders as much as possible, but he can no longer care about it now, and there is a fierce anger in his eyes. Like a hawk, he stared at the Diaocha as if he could eat it alive. Unknowingly, his upper body leaned forward a little..
Raising his right hand solemnly, his fingertips were carefully adjusting the grip, trying to relax his fingers as much as possible, and then exerted force instantly, without excessive or buffering, from zero to four hundred blows, speeding up with all his strength. to the extreme——
But obviously, this approach is wrong.
Not to mention whether he has such an ability, just saying that under the condition of tense muscles, he can release all the energy in an instant and hit the highest frequency drum beat. This puts extremely strict requirements on the drummer, which can almost be said to be An impossible task, even for the best drummers.
The outcome is obvious.
Andrew's blows now have no frame, not four hundred blows, nor any other blows. All the rhythms have been completely messed up. They are just speeding up, simply speeding up, as if a child is trying his best to see. See, how high a frequency you can hit, that's all. Not to mention the rhythm, you can't even feel the basic music theory..
But he did not fall apart immediately. His eyes slowly condensed, hiding an evil energy that could not be explained. It was as if he had witnessed an impulsive and violent murder scene with his own eyes - using only his fists to kill a life with one punch. , the bloody scene of blood bursting and brains all over the floor makes your stomach churn.
His eyes became sharper and sharper, and his blows became more and more fierce..
The dim lights in the practice room are cast on the discerning hangings, and the golden halo is swaying and surging, all in a mess, without structure or order, it is dazzling. The energy of violent strikes is reflected and surging throughout the practice room..
Andrew knew that his blows were nothing but rubbish.
His eyes gradually began to turn red, as if his eyes were red with murder, and all that anger was released without reservation. He gritted his teeth tightly, and curses were squeezed out from between his teeth one by one.：
“You are a waste! You are a piece of shit! You are a weakling! It's of no use at all! It should be eliminated and replaced! You can't even practice the most basic skills well, and you still want to become Buddy Rich! Arrogant! madness! Rubbish! ugly! Shameless! waste! Damn it! Grass! Hurry! Hurry! Grass！”
Gritting his teeth, as if he could taste the taste of blood between his lips and teeth, that unforgettable hatred burst out from the inside out, venting out endlessly..
This is not Andrew, this is Fletcher.
At that moment, Andrew was possessed by Fletcher. He cursed with red eyes, foaming at the mouth, showing no mercy at all. He completely tore off the last layer of fig leaf in the ugliest and dirtiest way. But he had absolutely no intention of stopping. While he was cursing, the burst of adrenaline caused his facial expression to become distorted.——
Faintly, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, seeming to be mocking his own overestimation, seeming to be complaining about his wishful thinking, seeming to be defeating his last defense, that cruel pleasure, from his eyes. It burst out bit by bit, as if... as if what he was torturing was not himself, but the self that Fletcher despised..
Violent. Vibrant..
In a trance, the images of Andrew and Fletcher overlapped, and then returned to the day when Andrew first joined the band to rehearse. Under the pressure of Fletcher's storm, Andrew was completely helpless. Everything fell apart, and even the last remaining dignity and pride were completely crushed to pieces..
But then I realized that Andrew still had the last trace of pride left deep in his heart. Today, he crushed it with his own hands, completely and without mercy, and completely turned into powder. Just when everyone thought that Andrew would collapse, Those eyes, those crystal clear eyes——
The eyes without any sparkle or light were like the black pupils of a walking zombie, unable to find any life. It seemed that even the soul had been completely defeated and dissipated; then, a little light gathered again, as if it was focusing, and the pupils It gradually became clear that there was no temperature, no color, no emotion, but a cold-blooded and cruel rage burst out, like a slowly brewing hurricane..
snap.
Without warning, the rage disappeared again, completely disappeared, and then the eyes returned to normal, calm and calm, without anger, violence, or madness, as if nothing had happened. It was average, even more stable than the windless lake surface, without even a ripple..
If I want to describe it accurately, I just pressed the switch of the street light, but the light of the street light brightened, and then went out, and the whole world fell into a darkness that could not be seen, complete darkness..
But it was precisely this kind of calmness that caused a cold sweat to break out on the spine, and it was so cold that it made me shiver again and again. I could faintly feel that a storm was brewing, because it was really too calm to be normal..
Then, Andrew just stopped hitting.
There was no extra movement, he just sat there quietly and calmly, breathing..
Slowly, the blood slowly slid down the drumstick. Even if the face was expressionless, even if the water was calm, and even if the blue waves were vast, the chilling feeling of horror slowly spread. This was even better than "Batman" The Joker's smile in "The Dark Knight" is even more creepy.
There was silence in the entire practice room. No one cared about Melissa. Compared to Renly in front of him, that small episode was insignificant, not even comparable to a speck of dust. Everyone could only silently Staring at Renly, the fear and panic deep in his eyes were rising little by little, so much so that his palms began to sweat, but now he didn't even dare to wipe the sweat, and it seemed that he could catch the sweat in his ears. The slight sound of sliding down.
“Card！”
Damien stood up straight, shouted loudly, and then immediately turned around, gasping for breath, like a drowned rat who had just been rescued from drowning..
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