King of Hollywood

“c!” Adrian called to a halt, and the two men on the long table looking at each other raised their heads, and the moving crowd of people who were eating around stopped, and they looked at the camera together.

“No, Tim, your expression is not right, it looks too heavy, and it doesn't match the ease with which you came out of solitary confinement before.” Adrian said so after watching the monitor that the play was about Andy being locked up for playing "Figaro's Wedding" and talking about hope at dinner with an old friend, but Red warned him that "hope” was dangerous.

It should have been easy, but somehow Robbins had never been able to meet the requirements, either slowed down half a beat or lost his divinity, and had been ng more than ten times.

Adrian took two laps and walked up to Robbins and Freeman, and then, at his discretion, opened his mouth to Robbins: "Tim, why don't you take a half-day off, and we'll finish shooting the rest? ”

Robbins thought about it and agreed to the offer, and the poor state of affairs had been going on for days, and although he was a great actor, he was still a person, and it was inevitable that there would be ups and downs. Not to mention that he and Freeman are the most important characters in the movie, and every shot has to appear, and mistakes are in the right place.

So Adrian didn't say much, even if he really wanted to finish the shoot. Anyway, piecemeal footage and a lot of footage that only requires Freeman to show up, then shoot something else first.

“Well, let's finish shooting the rest of Dan's footage first, and look at him, he's already in a hurry to leave.” This is what Adrian said after turning over the schedule.

There was a low laugh and Dennis raised his hands on one side, seemingly trying to say something, but eventually he just grabbed his hair depressingly and sighed.

Soon, the crew cleaned out the grocery room where the prisoner worked on the other side, and the next thing they knew was Tommy and Red's conversation, and what they thought of when they heard Andy's story.

Although Dennis has taken more ng shots in the studio over the past few days, and more because of his distractions - and that's why Adrian flirted with him and said he was anxious to leave - he was extraordinarily serious and brilliant when shooting these shots.

“His wife slept with a golf coach and he killed her.” When Freeman said this line, the camera slowly began to move towards Dennis, and Dennis first showed a surprise and then became a little tranced, staring at Freeman without knowing what to say until Freeman strangely asked, "What's wrong? ”

“Excellent!” Adrian screamed by acclamation, and in his eyes, familiar with every lens of previous life, Dennis performed ten times better right now than the original one.

After shooting this side, Robbins adjusted his condition, and then shooting the other part of the scene, when Robbins started to feel bad, he went back here and took the rest of the shot. Such repeated adjustments, although somewhat troublesome, are a little more efficient than yesterday, which must be a loss.

Soon, the day passed, after work, we discussed it with the deputy director and others, and when everyone else was almost gone, Adrian packed up and went outside the studio.

“Hey, Ed, you want me to walk you out?” As soon as he got out of the studio door, Dennis' familiar voice rang, and he was parked on the side of the road in a battery car, apparently waiting too long.

“You guys.” Adrian shook his head with a smile and sat up without excusing himself.

Private cars are generally not allowed on this side of the studio, and traffic is replaced by battery cars, and Adrian is no exception, so every time he comes here, he parks his car outside in the parking lot and rents a battery car.

“Do you have a party tonight?” Adrian asked looking at the roadside view moving backwards.

Dennis, hey, smile. Default.

“I told you to mock the rest yourself.” Adrian couldn't help but flip a white eye, "don't you know how to chase a girl? ”

“It doesn't matter, I've learned something, really! I think there must be more to it if I talk to you for a second.” Dennis hey, smile.

Adrian shook his head with a grin and now it's impossible to get out of the car, so he had to talk to Dennis intermittently. The two of them didn't talk much, the parking lot wasn't far from studio 23, and Dennis walked him away knowingly.

This guy, I don't know what to say about him. Adrian sighed in his heart and walked to his car, opening the door and suddenly discovering a familiar figure on the street outside the parking lot.

He set his eyes on them, and when he saw them clearly, he couldn't help but notice a little surprise in his eyes. After a few seconds of reflection, he took the keys and walked with his briefcase diameter to the figure wandering down the street.

“Hey, Sarah, what are you doing here?” Adrian greeted her from afar.

The little figure suddenly shook up and looked at it unexpectedly: "Are you Mr. Adrian? ”

“It's me, it's good to see you here, Sarah.” Adrian walked up and down in front of the girl and looked a little taller than a few months ago, her face was no longer rounded, she was pretty in bright clothes, but that feeling of depression had not changed much.

“Me too, Mr. Adrian.” Sarah nodded politely and responded in a very different way than when she first met at the restaurant.

“How come you're here alone? Waiting for Mom again?” Adrian looked around.

As Memory Shards was about to go on, he wrote a text message to the little girl saying he was sorry that the plot needed to cut all of her footage. Sarah also replied that it's okay, she understands. And then they never made contact again, and I didn't expect to see them here again.

“Yes,” Sarah barely squeezed out a smile, "I had a little part in the crew at Studio 16, and I had promised Mom that she would pick me up when it was over, but she waited over an hour for no one to see me. ”

“I think...” Adrian looks at the girl, "Maybe your mother's delayed something and she's on her way. ”

“Yes, I know, she works at a restaurant in the Furtron area, and business is just right at this time, so being late is understandable...” Speaking of the back, Sarah's voice slowed down and she looked at the end of the street with sadness and a little resentment flashed over her pretty little face, but that was definitely not for her mother.

Adrian shrugged and took the brick phone out of his briefcase: "Do you have the number of the restaurant where your mother works? ”

“Yes,” Sarah searched in her pocket, "555-7231289. ”

Adrian dialed up and quickly called: "Hello, is this Bidwell? I'm looking for Roseland? Ms. Guerra answers the phone… thank you. ”

For about two seconds, Roseland's voice came over the phone.

“Hello, Mrs. Roseland. I'm Adrian? Corwell... yes, the director last time, I just finished shooting in the studio and saw your daughter waiting for you here... she's fine, don't worry... I understand your mood, so if you agree, I can take Sarah home first... OK, no problem. ”

Adrian said, "Your mom wants to talk to you, Sarah. ”

“Thank you, Mr. Adrian.” After a glance at Adrian, Sarah grabbed the big brick with her hands and walked a few steps back with her microphone and her mother stealing whispers.

They didn't say it for long, and soon the big bricks came back to Adrian.

“So that's it, Ms. Roseland.” After receiving a positive response, Adrian turned off his phone and smiled at the little girl in front of him and made a gesture: “Well, Dear Princess Sarah, allow me to escort you home. ”

Sarah stunned unprepared and laughed out, although she stopped herself in time, but the look of laughing and not laughing was much better than the melancholy olive.

After boarding, Adrian watched Sarah in the co-pilot fasten her seat belt before moving the car outside. At first, they didn't talk much and the atmosphere in the car looked a little dull. Until two blocks later, Adrian exclaimed that the road was in good shape today, and Sarah took it because there were too few red lights, and then they both laughed, and Adrian made a few more jokes, finally making the atmosphere seem a little lively.

After a few dozen minutes, Adrian safely escorted Sarah to the door of her home in Futland District.

“Thank you, Mr. Adrian, for bringing me back.” Sarah sighed when she unbuckled her seat belt and watched Adrian say with gratitude.

“It's just a show of hands. I haven't personally apologized to you yet.” Adrian shrugged.

“It's okay, it's perfectly normal… Actually, I should say thank you for that.” Sarah knew what he was talking about, and there was a touch of complexity in her eyes.

Adrian laughed and stopped talking until Sarah opened the door and was ready to get out of the car, and she said, "By the way, Sarah, your mother has been your agent for a long time, right? ”

“Yes.” Sarah nodded, looking at her indissolubly.

“I suggest you find a professional broker who can do more for you, and I can introduce you if you want. In addition, after the summer vacation, my film company will begin to prepare a film of the family rejoicing type, mainly with a 13- or 4-year-old girl, and I thought maybe you could audition.” Adrian looked at the girl and said seriously.

Sarah held her lips and looked at Adrian and nodded her head, “I'll think about it, sir. ”

After watching the girl enter the house, Adrian started the car and left. Though I was temporarily thinking of the movie "The Grinch Pokémon", it was still possible in terms of the feasibility of the operation. At the end of last year, he gave LaVerne the right to adapt animated films and put the syllabus in the writers' union, and now the company has a couple of nice new writers who can give them the syllabus to try out, and then choose to work with Disney, who has a unique love for Happy films, which counts - and it seems like a good thing to have Sarah in hand.