As the last note slipped away from the fingertips, the gurgling guitar sound finally stopped. After a long silence, there was sparse applause. After all, having a party is a joyous thing, but now I hear it so melancholy. And sad music, it is inevitable that there will be some sense of inappropriate text.
But over time, the applause began to grow warmer. Anyway, this piece of music played on guitar is very nice.
In the cry of "one more", Angela smiled and bowed and handed the guitar to the hands of others, waved to Ledger and Gyllen Hill again, and left the campfire and walked towards the trailer. However, before leaving, Angela glared at Alizee not far away.
Gyllenhill and the others wanted to pull Angela to say a few words, but seeing her leaving, they could only shrug. As for the others, although it's a pity that Miss Genius refused to perform again, she didn't take it to heart. It was a party after all.
After returning to the trailer and pouring herself a glass of water, Angela sat on the chair, closed her eyes, stretched out her hand and pinched it on her nose, and let out a long breath. When I think of Alizee's behavior, a feeling that cannot be described in words will come up.
This guy is really... Angela waved her hand with a wry smile, let's find something else to do. The melody that she played before immediately appeared in her mind, and no one knew that the piece of music was played by her when she felt it.
Involuntarily, she stretched out her hand and flicked it twice in the air, and a smile appeared on the corner of the girl's mouth. Although this song is not perfect, it is sure to be heard, so many people clapping their hands and applauding is not just to give Miss Genius face. Angela suddenly found paper and pen to write and draw on the table, wanting to write down this emotional guitar song.
The scenery of lakes and mountains, the feelings of the characters, and... The girl stopped the tip of her pen, sighed imperceptibly and continued to write after being dazed for several seconds. The score was completed quickly, and even if it wasn't on standard staff paper, it was still written very smoothly with the help of several other tools, and her beautiful handwriting was not ruined by excessive use of the computer.
Looking at the completed score, Angela raised her hand a little proudly and fiddled with the non-existing guitar strings, and immediately marked the wrong place next to it. After this revision, the girl put the newly written score into the drawer and stretched out comfortably.
The melancholy and sad song is not bad, of course, if you want to be more perfect, you have to continue to revise it. Angela thought so. Then a thought suddenly crossed my mind. Since it is so emotional and so relevant, why can't this song be made into the soundtrack of this movie
The girl rubbed her chin and thought seriously. Whether it was nominated for the best soundtrack for "American Beauty" or the golden man who won the best soundtrack for "Titanic" earlier, it didn't depend on her own strength. , but that doesn't mean she doesn't have that strength. Not to mention "Titanic", she just took it in her hand and processed it a little, but at least most of the soundtrack of "American Beauty" was made by Angela herself. If it wasn't for the lack of time for her to be able to craft it carefully, it is still unknown whether she can get the second best soundtrack statue.
Anyway, the progress of filming is relatively slow now, and I don't care how slow it will be anymore, so I can just take the time to think about how to make the soundtrack of the movie. Angela tapped lightly on the table. She doesn't want to refer to the original soundtrack, which, while it's equally good and beautiful, intends to make it entirely herself this time around.
The theme of the soundtrack is ready-made, and you know what instruments to use. All you have to do is add decorations to the shelves. And I just took this opportunity to test the level of my own soundtrack. At that time... the soundtrack will definitely be my own business, if I can add erhu or guzheng...
Angela's brows suddenly wrinkled, and another thought that had been put on hold broke into her mind. She couldn't help tapping her fingers on the table with some annoyance, a question she couldn't avoid and if she didn't get an answer before the last step of the plan started...
Finally, there is no need to be in Montana today and in Alberta tomorrow, except for Michelle Williams, who has just arrived, most of the crew is full of joy. Running around all day is tiring.
However, Angela did not relax her requirements for them, especially when she filmed the scenes between Jack, Ennis and Alma in the southern suburbs of Courtley Town, she resumed the previous practice of repeatedly shooting forty or fifty times. Although everyone complained a little - especially Gyllenhill and Heath - no one dared to say anything, even though Angela never scolded anyone when she was most excited, but the harsh language was not so easy to bear .
What's more frustrating, or even more frustrating for men, is that these mean words are never aimed at women. Whether it was the female FBI agent who always followed her, her personal assistant Alizee, or a few female staff members, Angela had never spoken to them in that tone—at least not in public.
Even if Michelle had a problem in the performance or had any questions, she would patiently explain it again and again for the other party. It's not like Ledger, who complained that day "Ennis is like a bitch", only to be refuted by Angela after hearing it: "What does it mean to be like a bitch? Being reserved and being a bitch becomes a bitch. Guys? Or do you think you should be dressed up for this role in dresses and lingerie?!"
Ledger raised his hand to surrender immediately, Gyllenhill was right, don't argue with Miss Genius. However, if you think that lowering her profile will make Angela let her go, it is a big mistake. Others may have this extravagant hope, but as one of the two leading actors, it is absolutely impossible.
"Cut!" Angela shouted loudly, frowning a few steps before the two people who had just separated, "Are you going to ask me to call a pause a few times? It's just a kiss, is it so difficult?"
"You stopped before the kiss." Gyllenhill muttered.
Angela surprisingly didn't say much, just looked at them for two and a half hours with her arms crossed. Then scratched his head: "We've talked enough about this scene, remember what I said, guys? This love has nothing to do with gender, it's a very pure love between two people. Ennis doesn't love men, Ennis doesn't love women, Ennis only loves Jack!"
Speaking of this, she was a little lost, but she quickly adjusted, raised her hands and pressed down: "Let go, don't pack your bags, let your emotions burst out, remember how you played on the mountain that day?"
Angela returned to the camera position and waved to do it again. Ledger and Gyllenhill exchanged glances, whispered a few words, and then walked to their respective positions. It's just that when the start was announced, the two didn't make the first move, but just stood there and stared at each other without blinking.
As if she knew what they were thinking, Angela, who was looking at the camera monitor, didn't stop and waited there quietly. Sure enough, after dozens of seconds, Gyllenhill rushed up, the two hugged tightly, and Ledger kissed him after a few lines. The fiery emotions erupted so naturally, and everything was so natural that when clapping at the end of the shot, Michelle, who was watching from the beginning to the end, couldn't help shouting, "Hey, guys, what's next? Sample?!"
"Don't even think about it! Damn it, this guy broke my nose!" Gyllenhill said angrily, covering his nose, while Ledger beside him looked embarrassed.
"Is it serious?" Angela, who came to them with clapping hands, asked with a smile.
"Well... it's not very good, but... If you're willing to let us rest, I believe it will get better soon." Gyllenhill rolled his eyes and said, keeping his hand covering his nose.
"Okay. That's it for today," Angela agreed quickly, "Continue tomorrow."
Since she said so, everyone naturally packed up and prepared to rest for half a day at the first time. Such holidays are not common. Many people want to take this opportunity to get around the town, and so does Angela.
"You want to walk around town alone?" Maeves frowned.
"Don't worry, Mess, it's been a month here, is there any danger?" Angela shrugged, "I just want to walk around the town alone, and I'll be back soon. "
"Danger always appears when you are careless." Maeves' brows were still frowning, obviously wanting to reject her proposal.
Angela spread her hands helplessly: "Okay, Mei Si, if someone really wants to kidnap me, there has been a chance this month, I remember telling you..."
"We have received reliable information, and they will make moves soon." Mavis immediately blocked back.
damn it! Angela rolled her eyes and said in a sincere tone: "Please, Mess, I just want to walk alone. And 6 bodyguards plus yours... Don't you think this is very flamboyant?"
"Just like the previous few times, Bucket and I can accompany you. If you feel that there is no one to speak to, you can bring your personal assistant." Maeves relaxed a little while looking away. Alizee here.
"Damn, didn't I speak clearly enough? It doesn't take much time, besides, I have more than one thing on me, you can always find me even if something goes wrong!" Angela pointed to herself angrily. trousers bag.
Seeing her insisting like this, Mavis finally nodded after thinking for a few seconds: "Okay, come back as soon as possible."
This place in Courtley maintains the style of a small town in the American Midwest, with all kinds of bungalows, fairly clean streets, and an environment that always looks gray and yellow. However, it is precisely because of this that Angela chose to shoot this movie in the 1960s and 1970s on the timeline.
There are not many people in the town, and they are basically simple. After being recognized in a certain store last time, Angela asked the fat store owner to keep it secret. So far, no reporters have come to the door. So she now wears a baseball cap and plain glasses, and walks the streets generously.
In fact, living in this kind of place is not bad, I don't know where it is more comfortable compared to the southern town of Tennessee. Angela thought while walking. Seeing that the time had passed for most of the day, it was a bit late. Although she was not in a calm mood, she still decided to turn back from the curve in front of her.
However, after passing the corner, a small church appeared in front of him. Angela couldn't help showing a surprised look. To be honest, it was the first time she noticed that there was a church here after passing through the town of Courtley countless times.
She couldn't help but walk a few steps to the outside of the church to look at it. The location of this small church is very remote, and it has not been maintained very much. From the outside, it really doesn't look like a place to serve God, so it's no wonder that she didn't notice it.
With a creak, Angela pushed open the door and walked in. Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs, the candle holder with candlelight, the Jesus on the cross, the glass window with the Bible stories and so on.
I heard that the priests serving in this kind of town have some special hobbies. Angela glanced around maliciously, but unfortunately there was no one in the church now. She walked slowly to the front, looking up at the guy with his head crooked on the cross.
Old man, do you dare to appear in front of me? Maybe call your dad out? Oh, by the way, what kind of trinity you are, looking for you is like looking for your father, so how about coming out and taking my anger? Although Angela thought so provocatively in her heart, her eyes were full of complicated expressions that she might not be able to tell when she saw it herself.
After sighing lightly, she walked around the bench and walked slowly from one side. Although she was baptized as a Christian, it was only in name. Apart from attending church services with his family when he was a child, he rarely went to church over the years. And even though my parents were also Christians, they didn't pay much attention to it.
The truly devout grandfather still believes in Judaism and Christian grandfather, needless to say, although he did not completely force his children to do things according to the tradition, he himself kept the tradition meticulously. As for my grandfather, he never remarried after my grandmother's death, and was more of a Puritan in some ways.
Speaking of which, the reason why my grandfather pampered me more than the other children in the family was because I looked a lot like my grandmother, right? Angela touched her face and thought so. Her hair color and eye color are inherited from her grandmother. Although it is not very similar to the photos, everyone said that she is very similar.
With a sneer, Angela opened a small door and sat in, shook her head to drive these things out of her head, then covered her forehead and sighed deeply.
"My child, have you encountered any difficulties?" A gentle and pleasant voice rang out.
Angela was startled and raised her head sharply, only to realize that she had entered the confessional room of the church.
"Um... I'm sorry, Father, I think... I went to the wrong place." Angela waved at the figure over the thin lattice window, trying to smile, but found that the other person couldn't see at all.
"I can hear that you have a lot of things on your mind. If you want, you can confide in God here." The gentle voice rang again, with a little magnetism that gave people a reassuring feeling.
Shouldn't he have that special hobby? This thought suddenly popped out of her head, Angela laughed at herself, and then she seemed to be nagging uncontrollably: "You know, Father, I have never known who I am, it is Zhuang Zhou Mengdie. Or Butterfly Dream Zhuang Zhou... I thought I was Chinese, but I was American, I thought I was a man, but I was a woman... Who the hell is dreaming? That Chinese man? That American woman? I don't know... I just understand I can achieve such a dream. Excellent singers, well-known actors, talented directors and most of the billionaires rely on that dream. Then I put all my effort into expanding my influence, to learn directing skills, and to fully promote... 1 Is the movie supposed to? But is it worth it? I have my family here, my loving parents, I can't be an enemy of mainstream values... But I can't do it if I give up... A It's my past, one is my future, and I don't know who I'm doing this for..."
After expressing the words she had held back in her heart for a long time, Angela closed her eyes and leaned against the wall of the confession room, her body soft and brocade as if she had no strength at all.
After a while, the priest's hesitant voice came from the small lattice window: "I'm sorry, my child, I... I didn't understand what you were saying. If you can... Can you say it again in English?"
Angela smiled silently, with self-deprecation and helplessness, she used all the languages she knew in her previous monologue, English, French, Chinese, Spanish, etc., even a little bit of Greek and Swedish. And Hebrew is also interspersed, and it is normal for the other party to not understand. She really just wanted to vent.
"That's it, Father." The girl said softly, getting up to leave.
"Although I don't know exactly what happened, I can hear that you are worrying about the past and the future." The gentle voice of the priest next door rang again, "God tells us that no matter how worthy of nostalgia, the past has always been In the past, hope is only for tomorrow. What we need to do is to be responsible for tomorrow while being responsible for yesterday.”
Angela was stunned, sat back in the chair for a while, and finally stood up with a sigh: "Thank you."
He walked out of the confessional without looking back.
After leaving the church, Angela walked quickly, without stopping for a moment, and gradually slowed down after she could no longer see the church.
Be responsible for tomorrow while being responsible for yesterday? The girl repeated these words in her heart, and after a long time she raised her head to look at the sky where the sun was still shining.
In fact, what he has been doing... just wanted to make a break, right