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The muffled sound hidden under the skin made a heavy sound, and the band-aid was dyed dark red little by little, and then it was released suddenly, and the tingling that followed began slowly. The ground tore open the wound, swarmed up like a tide in an instant, piled up on the chest, and exploded unreasonably.
Andrew still did not give up.
Gritting his teeth tightly, frowning tightly, all the muscles in his body were tensed to the extreme, like a full round bow, it seemed that with a little more strength, it would be completely broken, the precarious tremor made his The eyes condensed, and a terrifying sternness and determination burst out from the depths of the eyes, truly showing the madness that would rather be broken than broken tiles.
But the tight muscles are completely losing control of the hitting action. Don't say two hundred and eighty blows, and don't say one hundred and forty blows. It's a complete mess. Even the most basic sense of rhythm has disappeared with the random percussion of the layman.
Andrew still didn't give up.
His whole person burst into a stubborn stubbornness that didn't turn back after hitting the south wall. The red silk in his eyes outlined a violent and primitive bloody aura, which made people shudder.
He was beating, he was still beating frantically, until the pain broke out completely, and the entire right hand was so stiff that it was impossible to move it, just like the pear flower needles in the rainstorm were concentrated on the back of the hand, and the eyes Finally, he couldn't help closing it tightly and withdrew his right hand. The piercing pain made his jaw start to tremble slightly.
He didn't speak, just closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, raised his head slightly, let the drumstick leave the tiger's mouth in his right hand, and stagnated in mid-air, as if waiting for the pain to slowly dissipate.
There was silence in the entire practice room, everyone held their breath, not even daring to move their fingers, for fear that a slight movement might break the tranquility of the scene—or that they might detonate a mine and become the vent of that lunatic object.
In the dead silence, Rooney noticed Renly's right hand.
He was controlling, trying his best to forbear, the muscles from the upper arm to the shoulder were already tense to the extreme, and he could even see the blue veins protruding, as if the blood vessels might burst at any time; but even so, he could still see his fingertips Trembling slightly, extreme pain is slowly eating away at his willpower.
No blood can be seen, because the blood is hidden under the bandage, but the piercing pain is revealed in the tense muscles, even bystanders can't help but frown and dare not look directly. .
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Andrew lowered his head and slowly tore off the Band-Aid.
Accompanied by the gentle movements, those pupils spread out little by little and bloomed in an instant. The extreme pain surged exponentially at this moment, and even the onlookers couldn't help but start grinning, unable to bear it. Stop trembling, "hiss".
Damien seemed restless and eager to try. He couldn't hold it in any longer. He wanted to step forward and grab the camera to take close-up close-ups. The style coincides, and he can even picture the finished picture of the movie projected on the big screen in his mind, and every detail is so vivid.
But Damien suppressed the urge.
Because he knows that the current state of madness is absolutely impossible to meet, not only for actors, but also for directors. The missed shot can be re-shot later, which is also the biggest advantage of the movie; but the missed state, once broken, may never be found again.
He needs to be calm.
During the professional part of filming, Damien was always able to keep his head down. No matter how irritable, urgent and excited, he can still hold on.
Andrew tore off the band-aid, his pupils had completely spread out, and he could even hear the rattling collision of his tightly clenched teeth, but he still did not flinch. Instead, a coldness and excitement burst out from the bottom of his eyes. , the madness of the madness leaked out in an instant, but disappeared in an instant, as if nothing had happened just now, just an illusion of bystanders.
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This flash of illusion made people shudder involuntarily. The image of the twin girls in "The Shining" appeared in my mind.
Andrew pursed his lips lightly, and a simple movement revealed a bloodthirsty taste. Then, he took out a Band-Aid again and reattached the wound; another Band-Aid doubled to protect the enlarged wound. The lines of the entire tiger's mouth have been soaked with dark red viscous blood.
After finishing the dressing, Andrew raised his head again and clenched the drumstick.
He needs to break through, he needs to control, he needs to relax.
But this is really not an easy task. Inexplicably, a black-haired and yellow-skinned Asian teenager began to appear in his mind, lying on a snow-white hospital bed, lying quietly like this.
In a blink of an eye, the teenager seemed to be bound by white bandages all over his body, like a mummy, unable to move; in a blink of an eye, the teenager returned to his normal state, lying quietly on his back, as if sleeping like a sleeping beauty; another In the blink of an eye, he opened his eyes, and then he entered the body of the young man.
He tried to sit up, but then found himself imprisoned in this body. No matter how he struggled, his body didn't respond at all, even his fingers and toes were completely stiff, and the only thing he could swing was his head. He reluctantly lifted his heavy head, but he couldn't even see his own toes.
God damn it!
Inhale and exhale, inhale and exhale, repeat the action of breathing over and over again—not deep breathing, just breathing, returning to a normal rhythm of breathing, allowing your brain to gradually calm down, and then all those inexplicable images disappear, again Back to the real world.
His gaze fell on the scorpion.
I replayed Buddy Ritchie's performance in my head, checked the rhythm with a slight jaw, let the muscles relax as much as possible, and then… started hitting again.
Sweat dripped down the wings of his nose, and there were hot beads of sweat hanging on his eyelashes, but he didn't care at all, his eyes were fixed on the hanging, and he began to shake his wrists at a low amplitude and high frequency, touching it lightly with a drumstick. While hanging, the clear sound flowed out like a ding dong spring.
The wrist frequency is still increasing rapidly.
But the stiff muscles didn't obey. Speeding up a little bit, the wrist and forearm began to vibrate, and the whole range began to increase uncontrollably. The feeling of distress and depression was like being imprisoned in the body of that young man. He was average, and became stronger and tighter. The restraint was almost breathless. If he didn't resist, he might be suffocated to death like this.
Even if I exhausted my whole body, even if I struggled like a madman, my limbs and torso were still unable to move, and I felt suffocated, angry, bored and sad. came out, so that the soul began to tremble slightly.
struggle. Get rid of, fight.
Involuntarily, his stubbornness and paranoia began to drive all his muscles to resist with all his strength. In order to tear off the shackles of his body and mind, he waved his limbs like a madman, desperately fighting to the end, all control. , all focus, all energy has become a mess, completely lost the rules.
Those eyes gradually became stiff, and with terrifying eyes, they locked the condole in front of him, that kind of ferocity that kept you alive and dead, and wished to swallow the condole alive.
"Bang Bang, Bang Bang, Bang Bang Bang Bang."
The rhythm has been completely out of balance, there is no frame and no structure. If jazz is an elegant waltz, then Andrew's current performance has evolved into a bloody boxing match, and he and the drum set are no longer dance partners. relationship, but confrontation between the two sides, there is absolutely no possibility to stop before the winner is determined.
He didn't close his eyes, he never closed his eyes, he just widened his eyes, the thick murderous aura rolled in the depths of his eyes, and the sharp ominous aura flashed past, just like a demon spreading its wings and casting a shadow, sternly. Completely wrap Andrew in it. That sinister paranoia flashed by once again, submerged in the violent wind and rain.
There is no rhythm. There is no melody. There are no rules. There are no rules and regulations.
Andrew just blindly tapped the condolences, and could not even see an end point. That maddening temperament rolled in the narrow space, and the hearts of every bystander shrank, and a sense of desolation and desolation emerged in their hearts. The urge to escape is just to stay away from this demon, lest his footsteps be a little slower, and his life will be lost.
But what was even more terrifying was that their footsteps were firmly stuck in place, unable to move, even their fingers and chests had completely calmed down, and there was no sound at all. This strange silence and tranquility became more and more strange and terrifying in the chorus of the dancing demons.
"Card!"
Damien couldn't help it after all, and shouted loudly, but he immediately found that the sound was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't make it out at all, like a mosquito's cry, completely drowned in the layers of In the sound of hanging, before he had time to breathe, he was severely cut off his breath, and then vanished like this.
Damien also froze in place, staring at Renly with astonishment:
He didn't stop, he still didn't stop, the violent raging burst out a kind of tragic and tragic moth to the fire, it seemed that he was clearly seeing that he was burning his own life and shining.