The atmosphere in the apartnt changed subtly once again.
Those feelings of excitent, anticipation, and nervousness quietly surged through the air. The fatigue and weariness seed to burn away in the heat of passionate energy, and even with great effort, it was impossible to suppress the overwhelming exhilaration.
This is the magic of performance.
Michel was no exception. He could clearly sense the chemistry between the two actors. Like gears finally shing after so initial stumbles, once a detail aligned, everything flowed smoothly.
This mont of harvest and satisfaction filled his chest, boiling with excitent—
This was the scene he had been desperately seeking. This was the effect he had been dreaming of. Anson and Kate, the two actors, had not only t but far exceeded expectations, sparking even more creative energy.
In an instant, his spirits lifted, and all the fatigue and irritability of the night vanished. The endless ordeal seed to no longer matter.
"Cut!"
With great passion, he instantly broke free from his constraints, feeling a full surge of emotion.
Michel abruptly stood up, his eyes filled with joy.
But before he could express his feelings, he beca the target of nurous gazes, all directed at him like arrows, surrounding him from all sides.
In that mont, Michel truly felt his life was in danger.
Uh...
His voice caught in his throat as he nervously swallowed.
Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding—
Michel understood that the entire night had been spent filming just one scene, and everyone present had been tortured into a state of nervous exhaustion. Finally, they had completed a full take.
And it was stunning—anyone who wasn't blind could see that.
But did his "Cut" an the director was still not satisfied?
Michel thought that if he were to say "no" now, he might truly taste the sensation of being pierced by those eyes, and his heart couldn't help but tighten.
"Perfect."
Michel quickly defended himself, raising the flag to show his stance.
Whew.
The tense atmosphere in the apartnt eased slightly, and Michel felt the taphorical daggers aid at his back were temporarily withdrawn. He hurriedly wiped the sweat off his forehead.
Michel let out a long sigh of relief and turned to Kate, "Anson? Anson! You co in first."
Anson had just left the apartnt but hadn't left the building—
There were no caras outside, so even though the scene hadn't been fully fild yet, he didn't need to go outside to face an empty street.
Creak.
Anson pushed open the apartnt door and re-entered.
Clap, clap, clap.
Clap, clap, clap!
Grant was the first to react, his shoulders raised in excitent as he enthusiastically clapped for Anson, applauding him without reservation—
Unable to hide his excitent.
It was not just praise but also encouragent.
Grant knew Anson could do it. He knew Anson wouldn't disappoint. It wasn't just his charm; his acting skills were equally impressive.
Now, at this mont, witnessing such a brilliant performance firsthand, Grant was even more excited than Anson himself, unable to contain it.
As for the others?
Grant didn't care.
But this ti, Grant wasn't abrupt. Applause slowly spread throughout the room, with one person after another getting lost in the joy of "victory."
Cheers for Anson, cheers for Kate, and most importantly, cheers for the hard-fought victory after a night of struggle.
A tale of hardships.
Applause, mixed with whistles, filled the lively scene.
Anson was also slightly stunned, clearly not expecting what was happening.
He looked at Kate, thinking sothing must have happened while he was out of the apartnt; but Kate also spread her hands in confusion.
Then.
Anson joined in with the uproar, "Woo-hoo!"
There were cheers and whistles, totally different from Joel's state. That cheerful and lively deanor made everyone in the apartnt burst into laughter.
Shh!
Anson quickly realized the issue and put his finger to his lips, signaling everyone to stop. The people in the apartnt were confused but quieted down.
Anson listened carefully—
No movent.
"Oh, I was worried the neighbors might complain about the noise. After all, we're in Long Island."
A place where many office workers lived, and the late hour might affect their rest.
Anson shrugged lightly, "But it seems they're working just like us."
Ha ha ha.
Everyone burst into laughter, but as they laughed, so started to tear up.
Then, everyone followed Anson's gaze to the director. How was the progress? The decision lay in the hands of that gentleman.
Michel took a full two beats to react to what Anson was saying, "Haha, hahaha, you're really funny."
Delayed laughter echoed lonely in the apartnt.
Michel awkwardly scratched his head, coughing twice to clear his throat.
"Okay, perfect."
"I an, the scene just now was perfect. I loved every detail in it. Kate, you were great. Anson, you were outstanding."
"Flawless. I have no complaints."
Rambled, Michel poured out his praises in one go.
However, everyone's eyes remained on Michel, clearly waiting for him to finish his words.
Kate said, "But?"
Michel, "Huh?"
Kate, "Based on your tone, there should be a 'but' coming up."
Michel was stunned, finally realizing, "Yes, yes, yes, but we need to switch angles and take so shots. Different angles, different compositions."
"Clearly, this scene isn't suited for a single take. We need to capture those details."
"Don't mind . The two of you just imrse yourselves in your roles and keep acting. Each performance doesn't have to be identical; it doesn't matter. Forget we're here for now, get into character. We'll take care of capturing the details."
After speaking, Michel flashed a big smile to emphasize his satisfaction.
Anson reminded, "And?"
Michel, "Huh?"
Anson couldn't help but chuckle, "The shot where Clentine runs to the window—how does the director plan to shoot it? Do we each get in position while the cara waits, or do we follow the tiline and shoot in sequence?"
The difference was:
In the forr, Kate would wait in the apartnt while Anson waited at the door for the director's cue to start. Anson would exit, and the shoot would unfold.
In the latter, everything would be shot as if it were happening in real-ti. Anson would leave the kitchen and head to the window while Anson left the apartnt and ran into the street, realistically recreating the scene from the script and showcasing the characters' actual states.
Though the effect seen on cara would be indistinguishable after editing, the actors' performance states would differ.
The realism, the sense of experience, and the imrsion—these details would vary.
Michel was taken aback, realizing that Anson was an actor who thought beyond just his role and performance, extending to the entire scene—
This quality was especially rare.
Michel couldn't quite articulate what exactly made it so special, particularly since this was only his second project and he was still a novice director.
But without a doubt, the director's job just got easier.
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