Rodrigo looked at Ryan in front of him, in a suit and leather shoes, full of energy, smiling, and his demeanor seemed impeccable.
However, Rodrigo’s mind came up with Renly’s outfit today—for the audition, Renly’s outfit was undoubtedly disrespectful. The shirt and jeans were too casual, and it looked like a… The foreman of the transport team. But it is precisely this casualness that successfully outlines the image of Paul Conroy. Obviously, Renly came prepared.
"I thought you would call ahead, but I didn't expect you to actually come to New York in person." Rodrigo cleared up the messy and trivial thoughts in his mind. Ryan was not only his first choice, but also from seeing the "Buried Alive" script. It was at the beginning, he had to get up and take advantage of this opportunity.
Ryan also regained his composure at this time, showing a decent smile, "Because I can't sit in Los Angeles and wait, I need to meet you immediately, I need a face-to-face conversation, and I need to feel your ideas." Ryan's tone was cheerful And jumped, "God, this is really a genius script, I really like it! So, I'm going to give you a surprise. So... tattoo!"
It must be admitted that Rodrigo was a little flattered. The coveted actor expressed such positive enthusiasm, and Rodrigo was so happy that he didn’t even know where to put his hands. Absolutely an honor." Rodrigo wiped the sweat from his palms.
Ryan raised his head and looked around. The crowd of onlookers not only did not decrease, but also seemed to increase. Although everyone pretended to be busy with their own affairs and did not block them, the scattered sight was still floating over, buzzing. The noise is always lingering in my ears.
"I don't know if we can find a quieter place, we can talk in depth." Ryan looked back at Rodrigo with a big smile, "For this script, for the whole project, I still have some If I don't understand it well, I hope that I can learn more about it through communication."
Rodrigo can feel Ryan's condescension - Ryan didn't mean it, but it's the truth, Rodrigo begged Ryan to play "Buried Alive", and Ryan, who is now in the forefront of the second line, is indeed condescending to play "Buried Alive" Capital, not to mention, Ryan skipped the part of the agent and went directly to New York, which has given Rodrigo enough attention.
The reasoning was clear, but Rodrigo couldn't help but think of Renly again. Renly didn't mind the noisy environment of the youth hostel, nor did he receive any interruptions to the performance; Renly didn't fail to understand the script's intention, but instead offered his own opinion...
"It's quiet enough here. They're all very kind guys and won't come to disturb us." Rodrigo's excitement slowly subsided. After experiencing the excitement of the meeting just now, his reason gradually returned to his body.
Rodrigue knows that the appearance of Ryan means that the possibility of cooperation has skyrocketed, but it still does not mean the achievement of cooperation. Ryan needs to know more about the situation; on the other hand, he thinks that Ryan is the best person to play Paul, but after all, it is only His own assumption, how strong Ryan is, still needs to be further measured.
Rodrigo is a Spaniard and has no advantage in the United States. He is not a world-renowned master like Pedro-Almodovar, but just a fledgling newcomer, "Buried Alive" Yes It is very important to him, and it is likely to be the stepping stone to open the door to Hollywood. Therefore, he hopes more than anyone else that this work can reach the expected level and then be successful.
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Rodrigo took the initiative to sit down, Ryan hesitated for a moment, and then sat down in Renly's place. Scarlett patted Ryan on the chest and whispered, "I won't disturb your audition, go out and breathe, and come in later."
During the audition process, the actor needs absolute concentration. This is not a social occasion to eat with the producer, so Scarlett chose to temporarily avoid it, leaving Ryan free space.
Ryan smiled, patted the back of Scarlett's hand, and whispered, "It won't be long."
"Good luck." Scarlett stood up, then smiled brightly at Rodrigo, "Mr. Director, I won't interrupt your conversation between men, I hope everything goes well."
Rodrigo nodded shyly, although he touched a sensitive nerve with Ryan's "it won't be too long" - what does this sentence mean, is he not paying attention to him? Or do you think this project doesn't need to take too long? Or does Ryan think it's a done deal? But in the face of Scarlett's smile, Rodrigo still packed up his emotions, smiled and nodded, and watched Scarlett's slender back leave the lobby.
Rodrigo's eyes fell on Ryan again, showing a humble and bright smile, "Ryan, which part of the script is the most impressive to you? If you don't mind, you can directly perform it and see, let's Use professional language to communicate." Rodrigo could feel Ryan's muscles stiffen slightly, but his words didn't stop, and continued, "I know this project is a severe test for actors, this That's why I thought of you in the first place. So, what do you think of the script and the characters?"
Ryan only felt choked, shouldn't he be the one taking the initiative? Shouldn't he be the one controlling the rhythm? Why... Something doesn't seem right
Scarlett left the lobby of the youth hostel. In front of the door was a small courtyard. The space was not large, even smaller than half of the basketball court. However, two plane trees were planted, and the dense shade of the trees almost covered the area. The whole yard is covered, and the sparse sunlight penetrates the mottled leaves and sprinkles down. Various plants are planted in the brown soil. There are large swathes of creepers climbing up along the corner of the wall. It has just rained. The breath lingers under the nose, and the refreshing water vapor blooms in the continuous green.
At a glance, Scarlett saw the man named Renly just now. He was standing at the gate, as if standing in front of a window, looking out at another world. The casual and sloppy plaid shirt wraps the broad shoulders, and the silhouette of the side face can be seen in the shadow of the backlight. It is calm as water, elegant and sparse, but bursts out with a burst of brilliance.
"Do you need a lighter?" Scarlett's footsteps stopped beside the man, standing at a similar angle, looking out, trying to appreciate the scene the man was staring at, the undulating road of Amsterdam Street quietly in sight extend away.
The hoarse voice is not as vicissitudes as Yan's voice, but just like the palm of a cat, with short and sharp nails gently rubbing in the palm, and there is a hint of sexiness in the laziness. You don't need to turn your head to know that it's Scarlett.
"Huh?" Renly raised the final note softly, as if a little puzzled by Scarlett's opening remarks.
Scarlett pursed her lips, rolled her eyes, and replied with contempt, "You should know that the only reason why many people smoke cigarettes is to smoke them; if you want to pretend to be noble, you There is a choice of pipes, or at least cigars.”
Renly looked down at the cigarette in the corner of his mouth and laughed dumbly. This is just one of his little habits from the previous life.
He used to be an old smoker, and his normal life gave him almost no breathing room. When he was in college, he smoked a pack and a half a day, and he couldn't quit even if he wanted to; Under the pressure, smoking is his only way of pastime - he doesn't play games, he doesn't participate in sports, his alcohol intake is far from good, cigarettes are the only support, and if he doesn't even have cigarettes, he doesn't know How long can you hold on.
Later, he was hospitalized in a car accident, not to mention that smoking is not allowed in the hospital. Even if it is allowed, he has no way to smoke. Involuntarily being forced to quit smoking, the pain and torture of quitting smoking seems to be insignificant compared to high paralysis, and quitting smoking is much easier than imagined.
After being reborn, he can smoke again, but he is no longer attached. Not because I saw too many smoking-related deaths in the hospital in my last life, but because after death, nicotine has become irrelevant.
Smoking a cigarette is more like a habit, a habit of thinking, a habit of memory, a habit of the body, which can help him concentrate and help him think; he always carries a pack of cigarettes with him, but it has been a long, long time since ignited.
"How do you know it's not marijuana? The reason I didn't light it was because I didn't want to be targeted by the police officer on the corner." Renly didn't get angry, but smiled lightly and took the cigarette down. Put it back in the cigarette case.
Scarlet's eyes fell on Renly's fingers, slender and vigorous, like bamboo knots, but the simple movements were like works of art, making people unable to stop their eyes. Scarlett looked at the cigarette carefully, "So, is it marijuana/marijuana?"
"Do you need a sip?" Renly not only did not deny it, but instead said, grabbing the cigarette case with his right hand, then pressing his index finger against the top corner of the cigarette case, turning it gently, "I thought you needed to stay awake today, you You know, Ryan is auditioning, and you're his strongest backing."
"His career doesn't need..." Scarlett said casually, but before the words were finished, she reacted with a playful smile, "I thought you were competitors, and Ryan's failure should be something you liked about it of."
Renly shrugged, nodded with a smile, "Fact." He admitted Scarlett's words calmly, but this caught Scarlett by surprise and laughed dumbly, "I won't refute, because as a competitor, I have There are really not many chips, and it is not easy to turn this hand over."
"Real poker masters know how to bluff." Scarlett said with a faint smile.
Renly raised his eyebrows slightly, "Then guess, am I bluffing now, or am I winning?"