Movie Master

Wade saw Lance turn his head neatly, and the eyes that had lost the protection of the glasses were displayed in front of him without any cover. But even so, it was still Max in front of him, not Lance.

The azure blue eyes looked over frankly and directly, but there was nothing special at all, as if they were ordinary people passing by on the streets of Manhattan—maybe not so ordinary, they might be white-collar workers in the workplace, or insiders on Wall Street . But, that's all.

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

Max's voice was still not loud, but it gradually calmed down. The stability of his breath made his voice gradually clear, "I'm being followed."

Wade answered directly, "FBI?"

"How do I know." Max didn't leave any gaps, his eyes just locked on Wade, and his eyes were fixed, but the round eyes were like the protruding eyes of a puppet, with an inexplicable rigidity and weirdness, "You come here Tell me." Max's voice became more and more stable, and the volume was also turned up little by little imperceptibly, "That's why I lost the file, all the information is to protect you..." Max's words It was still a little jerky, but the firmness of the gaze never wavered, and the crystal-clear eyes were accumulating light little by little, "You fashionable bastard." This sentence is in Spanish.

With a blink of an eye, all the light was hidden in the eyes. Max looked away, but the stiff lines of his shoulders also relaxed unconsciously. The movement disappeared between the quiet and calm eyebrows and eyes on the face.

At this moment, Max suddenly changed into another person, as if a fish swims in the shallow bottom, and the last bit of embarrassment disappeared completely, and the whole person stood upright in front of Wade. Back, the slowly accumulating aura made him take the initiative back into his palm bit by bit. The volume didn't increase on purpose, the eyes didn't look straight up on purpose, and the movements didn't change on purpose, but it seemed like a different person suddenly, as if... as if he had really licked blood from the knife edge.

"Do you think I like coming here?" Max easily looked away, looked at Shirley and Peter sitting next to him, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, a kind smile, but exuded an unbelievable smile. Neglect of self-confidence, just a little bit, and then Max looked at Wade again, and said frankly, "But... bad things happen from time to time. You have to live with the situation and adapt! Darwin! Book of Changes!"

The words that popped up all came from Vincent himself, but Max only learned one shape, without really capturing the soul, and the words seemed a bit 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, and he looked like another person—a bit similar to a gangster with a kind of He has a casual temperament, but also looks like an amateur thug or an amateur killer with unfamiliar skills. That unconventional aura carries a kind of British ironic black humor, which makes people puzzled.

"Yes..." Wade couldn't help but said again, wanting to question it, but Max didn't give him a chance, and cut off the words directly, "Fatty, rich, jazz musician... now there are two One." These were the three people Vincent killed tonight, and there were five of his targets.

Wade is not quite sure what happened, but what is certain is that Max's gradually accumulated aura is already enough to be on an equal footing with him, and there is no gap in his calm and easy-going eyesight, which makes Wade shrank his neck involuntarily, A little bit at a loss - the main reason is that he has not fully entered the plot of the script, so he really doesn't know how to deal with the changes in the person in front of him.

Dazed for a moment, Wade looked down at the script, then raised his head and said again, "Can you finish it?" Then he saw those azure blue eyes shimmering like the morning sun falling on the sea, and then It fell silent, but the ordinary eyes clearly expressed the inner confidence and calmness, even without any words, even without any expression, even without any movement, just these eyes, Wade has already found the answer .

"In the past six years..." Max slowly wiped the glasses in his hands, and then put them on again. The thick lenses made him ordinary again, and the last ray of light in his eyes that had not disappeared completely disappeared. After being annihilated by the lens, the whole person returned to an ordinary appearance. But...but still different.

The timidity, cringe, panic and fear that I felt when I first wore glasses have all disappeared now, just like the surface of a lake without any storms and waves, without the slightest emotion leaking, it is so calm that it makes people panic. "When did I ever miss a shot?" The calm and flat words were full of confidence that could not be refuted.

Wade was stunned immediately, froze in place. Even after witnessing all this with his own eyes, even after experiencing all this personally, he still couldn't believe it, and didn't even understand what happened. In just three minutes, the same Lance showed a completely different appearance; the same Lance vividly displayed the ups and downs of emotions; Wade felt like a marionette, completely out of control.

What's even more puzzling is that the whole performance was done in one go. Lance didn't even use redundant movements, just sat on a chair from beginning to end; he didn't use redundant lines, and the content of the dialogue was far less than that of Wade; even the expression There are not many changes, at least there is no yelling or crying, at most it is just a slight change in the smile... Just relying on the eyes, just relying on the details, just relying on the dialogue, it presents A stunning performance!

Although Wade didn't understand the cause and effect, nor did he understand the specific situation, but he could clearly feel that Lance's emotions had not changed much from being restrained and terrified, to hanging by a thread and extremely tense, to being overwhelmed and able to do a job with ease. Fu, just completed the entire smooth change curve quietly, but the explosive power presented by the performance is eye-catching.

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

Not only Wade, Shirley, Peter, and Brad who were sitting next to him, everyone fell into a deathly silence, as if watching a tsunami at close range just now, the stormy waves of thousands of galloping horses As he whizzed past in front of him, all the muscles in his body became stiff and unable to move.

Seeing that Wade didn't continue, Lance looked around again, and finally lowered his eyes, let out a long breath, and the turbulent emotions slowly and slowly relaxed. He really hasn't performed for too long, so his emotions are a little bit out of control, half nervous, half excited, that kind of indescribable joy running wildly in the blood, and the suppressed magma finally begins to surge at this moment.

Lance almost forgot how crazily he was obsessed with acting. Once he plunged into the world of acting, he didn't want to leave. Every minute and every second of that kind of life where he flaunts his dreams is full of happiness and beauty , The years of youth are like a raging fire, burning everything up, sprinting, sprinting, and sprinting recklessly, even if you hit your head and bleed.

But those days are long gone, buried beneath the dark steel forests of Manhattan. Ryan Kavalaugh taught him the truth that the purity of dreams, flawless trust, and firm belief belong to the ivory tower of youth. After leaving the ivory tower, the coldness of reality will ruthlessly shatter everything.

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

Thinking of this, a bit of bitterness flashed in Lance's eyes. Sure enough, dreams are a luxury, because their enthusiasm is like a flame that cannot be extinguished, turning everything into ashes. For a moment just now, Lance remembered his dream again. For the dream of actors, directors, and movies, he didn't want to intrigue anymore, he didn't want revenge, and he didn't want movies to become a carrier of profit. He just wants to focus on his dream wholeheartedly, and make Chaos Pictures the second "Dream Factory", a place where dreams and movies are made.

But Dreamworks ended up going bankrupt and split, and that's the reality.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop. Lance knows that he has passed the age of "dreams are bigger than the sky". The reality of society told him that Ryan would not let him go easily, as well as Tucker, Jason, and George who were standing by and staring at him; the coldness of society told him that if he was useless, the major Hollywood film companies would also Abandoning him without hesitation, just like Shirley who was trying to suppress him in front of her.

Therefore, dreams are luxury goods. It was just a moment, a short moment.

Lance straightened his back, withdrew 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. The brief silence plunged the office into a weird atmosphere. In the end it was Brad who broke the balance with a chuckle of his own accord, "Whoa, Lance, although I know you were a great student at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art, no one told me, You're such a great actor. Wow, for God's sake, the last time I felt such a strong impact was last year when I was watching 'The Phantom of the Opera' on Broadway."

Lance shrugged, quipping lightly, "Hope that's a compliment." The Broadway show isn't the same as the movies. These words showed Lance's strong self-confidence and firm belief, and the tense atmosphere in the office was reversed in an instant, and now Lance was standing in a condescending position.

Shirley was a little embarrassed.