September 7.
Most of the ti, when people record turmoil, it is at the mont of giving. Gwyneth was lost in distress... she didn't have a very clear idea of how and what should be done; often it was the neglect of getting stuck, but the party was starting to be her second form. Her head was spinning amidst the drinks, and she didn't quite rember where she was. Leonardo was dancing with one of his friends, shouting into the sky; the nightclub was at its peak.
She approached to dance with Leonardo and gave him a deep kiss; their bodies rubbed against each other, and Leonardo raised his hands and lowered her underwear to the floor, then leaned back and took a deep breath, laughing.
-Hey, give that back, - Gwyneth said, still in a bad state, but she was attacked again with another kiss. Kate Moss was dancing with so friends. Everything spun and blurred until her eyes lost the clear idea that sothing was happening.
She woke up the next morning on a brown carpet, and without waiting any longer, she saw that the headache gave her a migraine; the bed above was empty, and it was a complete ss—the disaster of how everything turned out the night before.
She descended the stairs and saw Leonardo dancing with so others while they prepared a barbecue. They laughed and chatted. She smiled as she sat down and opened a beer.
Gwyneth's days were not the best; they were days of alcohol, a struggle to fight depression, and her frequent use. Leonardo enjoyed himself and was always ready for the party, except when he had to film, but Leonardo was more talented than anything else.
But is rejection sothing a woman cannot forget? Perhaps it's that affection transford into anger or pain, it's depression, but attaching oneself to soone who is a heavyweight in the industry, talking is not good, and the way Billy directs people, his constant confrontations, knows the businessman, the visionary, the inexperienced, the actor, the animator, the friend, and can bla him... she felt useless.
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Steven Spielberg was making the necessary shots to shape his Star Wars film alongside the entire production. They traveled to Italy to bring different shots to life in various locations, near small deserts creative enough to breathe life into the film, above a CGI production. The film contained a thousand and one details about everything good in cinema. Spielberg's narrative shots, George Lucas's magic, Billy's money along with his ideas of the tis, and his critical look at a product he no longer knows.
-Everything is going well, but I still have doubts. How did you manage to convince Steven? His ti is more valuable than gold, - George Lucas remarked.
-Money and so promises. I have to invest 90 million in film production and of course, a contract that we are dividing into parts for both DreamWorks and Lux Animation will have collaborative projects, - Billy replied.
-Oh, the dream. So you decided to venture into cinema as well. I thought your video ga campaign alone was enough to convince him, - remarked George Lucas.
-On the contrary, I want Steven to teach his tricks. People have been insistent, and I've been learning the intricacies of production through regular reports and minor involvents, although not extensively. I've had good ntors, - replied Billy.
-Ah, I see. You're preparing for old age already. Being a producer is sothing that suits you, but knowing directing is like the cutting edge; a good director can bring out the best in anything, - responded George. They were walking through an Italian estate rented at a high price, discussing as if the setting were designed to separate people—those dressed as droids and supporting actors observing from a distance, among whom the main actors were rehearsing a separate script.
They continued until they reached a grand pronade, almost a stone street extending 100 ters. From there, amidst a team of a thousand caras and their notes, giant modules occupied at least one stage. These recordings could be seen as magnificent scenes unfolded.
-For now, we shouldn't disturb, - comnted Lucas.
The scene had many angles, and from different perspectives, one could see the team in constant motion. The palace was grand, and in every corner, scenes were being fild. Steven's idea was to play a true ga; it had to be a genuine scene. He used multiple shots of running from one side to the other, capturing actors sweating. It was incredible how everything unfolded under Steven's magic. He had a large monitor with multiple caras, sipping coffee while barking orders over the radio. Everyone responded to his commands efficiently. Doubles were also used for grand sword-fighting scenes, elaborate journeys back and forth that seed ticulously crafted, swords moving swiftly as experts choreographed majestic sequences with remarkable agility.
The only way to make it more real was by imposing ti constraints or perhaps facial expressions and postures—a way to make a scene real.
-Cut,- said Steven.
-Now, film the queen's scenes and put in so more effort, please. Don't make repeat; we shot in one minute. Positions, please, - Steven instructed from the control room. It was magnificent how everything moved under his command. Even George envied that directorial power without being present.
-Now then, sorry to disturb you. These kids are newcors in the field, - Steven said, giving Billy a firm handshake.
-Great to see you. You're perhaps the person I've been looking for, - Spielberg comnted again.
-I'll be with George. I have etings with so companies, and we can make good use of the ti, - Billy replied, his mind lately occupied by two won—a very mature Monica Bellucci, and Panini, and the second was Alice, the young blonde. It was a strange thought that always drew him—the sweetness of Alice was unforgettable. She was turning a year older on December 5th.
-Oh, a dinner could be perfect. We have many matters to discuss, - Steven suggested.
-I understand, and here I am, - Billy affird.
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