Chapter 1388 The real and false are intertwined
Las Vegas, a city that never sleeps, is endless all year round—
Time seems to lose its meaning in this city, day and night, four seasons rotate, and the heat It is completely confused with the cold winter, the bright sunshine and the deep night.
Entering any hotel or any casino is like entering a black hole, bizarre and indulging in luxury. When you come out again, the outside world is completely different. You completely forget the passage of time. There seems to be no difference between a day, a week and a month. It makes people trance and can't tell.
The Woods are no exception.
In a blink of an eye, they have been here for several days, but it is hard to say whether it is five days, six days, or seven days.
Nora looked at Anson with a worried face.
Anson seemed to notice their gaze, turned his head and waved his hand to say hello, showing a bright smile, looking particularly relaxed.
Nora quickly showed a smile and waved her hand to respond, but after Anson withdrew her gaze, the worry in her eyes was revealed, "Is this really okay?"
In her gaze, Anson grabbed in her hand He held a handful of pills, all kinds of white and black, poured them into his throat, mixed with whiskey and swallowed them all.
Charles leaned slightly towards Nora, lowered his voice to comfort him, "Those are vitamins and cod liver oil. I specifically asked the crew, and these are all configured by the medical team based on Anson's recent physical condition; the amber liquid is barley tea, which is for the body and The throat is good, not alcohol.”
In the movie, characters rely on alcohol, etc., but when the crew films, most of them are props-
Of course, some actors are A serious actor who openly drinks with work as an excuse, but a little dedicated actor will not do this.
Nora let out a breath and relaxed a little, but her heart hanging in the air still couldn't completely fall back to her chest, "But before coming to the crew, the alcohol was real, right?"
Nora looked at Lucas.
Lucas remained silent and did not respond positively, "Anson needs to enter the role."
Nora, "Anson just allows him to do this? When the character is broken, will Anson also have to break?"
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Lucas:...
Charles, "Nora, this is called an actor."
Nora was stuck in her chest in one breath. Even though she understood everything, she still couldn't bear it. Live worry.
In the past few days in Las Vegas, Anson was normal and did not show any weirdness at all. That Jack Prest did not appear again. All signs prove that what Lucas was worried about did not happen, Anson still He is the youngest son of the Wood family and is devoted to his work.
On the one hand, they were a little relieved that the situation seemed not as bad as expected. Although they could not completely relax, they believed that Lucas would not joke about Anson's affairs; but at least judging from their performance in the past few days, they Don't worry too much.
On the other hand, they uncontrollably had other concerns, and Anson completely got into the role, maintaining the same frequency as Johnny Cash's life state.
In the movie, Johnny's alcoholism is getting worse and worse, trapped in a prison of faith, family and fame and fortune, and is completely disoriented.
In reality, Ansen also entered the state simultaneously. Although Ansen did not drink a lot of alcohol, his sleep quality has been poor recently. The boundary between reality and illusion has gradually blurred. The boundary between nightmare and reality is also disappearing. The whole person is also in a state of mind. In a state of fatigue and trance, floating in the air.
Visible to the naked eye, Anson's condition is getting worse and worse -
Not only is his skin condition, but his eyes and face. His whole body becomes dim, as if he has a filter, and the atmosphere of the crew becomes gloomy .
Nora and the others saw all this and said it was impossible not to worry.
However, Anson liked it, completely immersed in it, showing incredible enthusiasm, which made Nora and the others in a pull, not sure whether they should object or support it, and every day was like riding a roller coaster.
It seems now that they have always kept a distance, giving Anson free space, and allowing Anson to venture on their own, which is undoubtedly wise; otherwise they will only treat Anson as a child forever and protect themselves. Under his wings, Ansen will never grow up and cannot be independent.
But-Nora looked up at Lucas without hiding the worries in her eyes.
Lucas's usual expressionless cheeks frowned slightly at this moment. The words that had already reached their mouths finally swallowed again.
The sight was crowded with Ansen.
However, Anson, as the party involved, did not have time to pay attention to these sights.
He must focus and stay 100% focused.
In order to get himself into the state, before coming to today's shooting scene, Anson drank a glass of whiskey and just one cup to avoid being really drunk and forgetting words. The performance needs to be out of control but cannot completely lose control; I was a little bit hard, and now I was getting alcohol on my head and my head was almost bursting -
Concentration has become a problem.
There seems to be a gyro in my head, buzzing and rotating continuously at high speed, and the whole world shakes, and almost unstable footsteps.
Anson kept reminding himself not to lose his composure. Nora and the others were watching. He needed to use practical actions to relieve them, rather than exposing his embarrassment.
This is exactly in line with Johnny Cash. He needs to keep his sanity and continue to perform. He cannot let the performance open the skylight, nor can he make a fool of himself in front of Joan Carter.
He needs the world to be quiet, he needs the noise in his mind to disappear.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
The more this happens, the more you need to rely on the power of alcohol; the more you drink, the more you lose control of reality and yourself, a vicious cycle.
Buzz, buzz, the world is noisy.
"Anson, you're ready..."
A voice came.
Ansen looked up suddenly, as if he heard someone talking.
"Johnny, ready..."
Subconsciously, Anson lightly his head, and his soul floated outside his body like a hydrogen balloon, watching his body reveal a A polite smile.
"Okay, come soon."
After taking a deep breath, the skin bag stood up like a marionette, hesitated for a moment, poured a small cup of whiskey again and drank it all.
The stomach burned hotly, and a shudder was uncontrollably, but his eyes seemed to be clearer, and he took steps towards the stage.
The soul floating in the air was pulled hard, and after a slower pace, he hurriedly followed.
Swaying and staggering, his feet moving forward deep and shallowly in the clouds.
In front of you is a large theater, with a luxurious and spacious stage, which is even more grand, magnificent and splendid. The seats that can accommodate 800 people are divided into two levels, and the dazzling lights roll down like a waterfall.
Before the timely brake, Anson controlled himself in time, showed a confident smile to his family members who were standing on the side stage and gathered with the staff, and saluted with a chic salute. The curve of the corners of the mouth is completely blooming, as dazzling as the sun.
Without waiting for Nora and the others to react, Mangod's voice came from the front of the stage, and in an instant, all the extras and extras held their breath.
"Start the shooting!"
(This chapter ends)