Movie Master

Cole really has a headache now. When he arrived at the filming site of the crew, he found that the scene that should have been crowded was empty, and the isolation belt was not even pulled up.

He was stunned for a while before he realized that "Murder with a Borrowed Knife" started work at night, and now it's only morning, and all the crew members are resting. What's more, the crew had a day off yesterday, and now the photography and lighting crews should still be working. Getting ready for the next shoot.

And he actually forgot this.

After regaining his senses, Cole breathed a sigh of relief. The crew had to wait until the evening to start working, which also meant that they had enough time to deal with the matter, and the matter was not as urgent as imagined. But even so, he had to find Lance immediately and discuss a charter.

Lance's cell phone was still turned off, and his home phone was still an answering machine, as if he had completely evaporated overnight. For a moment, Cole even wondered if he should follow the footsteps of the paparazzi to find Lance. Of course, this was a very absurd idea. Cole then turned around and headed for Green Ridge Street. Unfortunately, Lance was not found at the company headquarters of Chaos Films.

Therefore, facing Dorothy's question, Cole could only rub his temples, helpless. Originally the most important task was to deal with reporters, but now it has evolved into looking for Lance.

Cole still didn't know enough about Lance, even if he wanted to find Lance, he couldn't get started, and finally Albert had a flash of inspiration, "Ah!" This immediately made Cole cast his gaze full of expectation, but then Albert With a reluctant expression on his face, the corner of his mouth twisted, "Did you call Percy?"

Cole was stunned for a moment, and complained to himself fourteen times in his heart, because he actually forgot about it. Lance didn't have an agent or publicist, and the person who knew Lance's private itinerary best was naturally Percy—he was Lance's assistant! Cole immediately took out the phone, but after flipping through the address book, he realized, "What's Percy's number? Can you call him directly?"

Albert took out his mobile phone, found Percy's number, put it in Cole's hand, and insisted that he make the call himself. Cole didn't know why, but he didn't have time to think about it. He directly entered the phone number, and after pressing the dial button, he nervously put the phone to his ear and held his breath. About a second later, a call came from the receiver. There was a dialing sound, which made Cole slightly relieved—at least Percy's phone was not turned off.

"Hello, this is Percy Bradley." The cold voice carried a trace of fatigue, cold and distant, and seemed unable to arouse the slightest enthusiasm, but this voice could not have been better for Cole. Good news, Cole didn't suppress his anxiety, and said directly, "This is Cole-Grade, do you know where Lance is?"

Percy didn't answer directly, but asked instead, "What do you want from him?"

Cole caught a glimmer of hope, and his eyes lit up immediately, "The scandal, the scandal between him and Keira, now all the paparazzi are looking for him, if they don't deal with it as soon as possible, they may directly surround the crew." I tried to explain it in the most concise words.

But in the face of Cole's anxiety, Percy was still unhurried, clenching his teeth and unwilling to let go, "What do you mean?"

Although Cole knew that Percy was protecting Lance and that he was always on Lance's side, the irritability and anger in his heart couldn't help but surge up at this moment. "Emergency, this is an emergency." After the words blurted out, Cole immediately realized that he was out of control. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down—it was a good thing for Lance to have such a tight-lipped assistant. , "Percy, tell me, where is Lance?"

Percy was always going around in circles and didn't answer the question directly, which also showed that Percy knew the inside story.

Even so, Percy still didn't speak directly, but paused for a moment, and after a few seconds of silence, a voice came from the other end of the phone, "Montage Hotel, Room 708."

It seemed that Percy was with Lance after all, and he was obviously asking for Lance's permission. After realizing this, Cole only felt a little frustrated, but this emotion was fleeting. He and Lance are not partners yet, which is why he is so active today—he must do his best to fight for it. What's more, it is impossible to have 100% trust between the artist and the manager, so there is no need for him to care about such a trivial matter.

After hanging up the phone, Cole left Chaos Films and drove into the busy traffic of Los Angeles again. It was only when Cole arrived at the Montage Hotel that he realized that Lance and Keira were photographed here? That means that Lance has been here since last night and never left at all. However, the photos in the Los Angeles Times...

"Pfft." Cole himself was a little dumbfounded, and everyone was played around by Lance. Now, thinking of the reporters who roamed the streets waiting outside Lance's apartment, Cole felt sorry for them. The tense mood could not help but relax a little.

Came to the door of the room, knocked on the door, it was Percy who opened the room, Cole strode in, "Everyone is looking for you, now the reporters are messed up..." the words said Halfway through, Cole's voice was silenced directly, even his footsteps stopped, and then a force came from behind and grabbed him, and there was also a shout "back up" in front of him, Cole borrowed With strength, he took two steps back.

The carpet in the room in front of me is filled with countless papers, and black and white colors fill the field of vision, as if people become color blind in an instant, and the whole world fades away; but between the papers, some colors leak out from time to time The fragments, bright red, clear blue, dazzling yellow... are dotted in the whole piece of black and white like petals, forming an indescribable visual impact, rushing towards the face.

"So, what's the matter, so anxious?" Lance's magnetic voice attracted Cole's attention, but he couldn't help casting his gaze at the scattered sketches on the carpet. Lance Aware of Cole's distraction, he didn't intend to answer his doubts now, "If it's okay, then don't disturb our work."

Last night—to be precise, early this morning, Lance, Percy, and Edgar were busy all night. The huge workload of nearly ten hours is now coming to an end, and the details of the last two sketches are left to be polished. His shot concept will be fully completed.

This shot can not only be used as a source of inspiration to convince Frank Miller, but also as a template for the next sample shooting. Relying on this template, he only needs five hours—up to seven hours, to complete a three-minute sample shooting and post-production. This also means that Lance will adjust his sleep time in the past few days, set aside a special day next week, and after finishing the daily shooting of "Murder with a Borrowing Knife", he will lead the team to work all night, and he will be able to produce this sample.

The time problem originally caused by the lack of skills in avatars has been solved. The two-pronged problem of "killing with a borrowed knife" and "Sin City" is no longer impossible. Who would have thought that the accidental intrusion of the paparazzi was originally a crisis, but now it has led to such a result. This once again proves the correctness and wisdom of the saying "until the last second, never give up easily".

Therefore, although Lance is very tired now, he is in a good mood and in a good state of mind.

Cole finally came to his senses at this time, no matter what the pile of sketches in front of him was, the most urgent thing was the scandal, "Yes, it's urgent, I have something urgent. The scandal, the scandal between you and Keira..." Cole quickly put The whole situation was explained, and sure enough, Lance's expression became more and more solemn, "Now we must quickly divert the reporters' attention, otherwise they will soon surround the crew at night, and then things will be difficult."

Lance's brain, which had been working all night, was a little sluggish now, but he still understood Cole's meaning, "So, you mean, if I don't respond as soon as possible, the reporters will surround the crew." Cole nodded and gave Confirmed, Lance raised his eyebrows, "Oh, I didn't expect such a result."

Cole was immediately stunned by this sentence, and his brain obviously didn't turn the corner—what did Lance mean by this sentence? Could it be that the scandal was what Lance expected? But at this moment, the door of the room was knocked again, interrupting Cole's questioning. Everyone looked at the door suspiciously, and Cole remembered, "Yes, it should be my friend." Standing It was obviously Dorothy who was at the door, "When you encounter a situation like this, you need a publicist. They are professionals. They have a close relationship with the media and are comfortable handling such things. So I found a friend."

However, Lance did not reply, but just stared at Cole intently, as if he was looking at a complete stranger. His eyes were clear and bright, and he did not look tired at all because of the all-night work last night. He could see through Cole deeply. Every thought detail in my heart.

Cole was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Lance didn't like others making decisions for him, and his move was obviously acting on his behalf—he should have consulted Lance at the time, but he couldn't get in touch with Lance... …So, it was an unsolvable conundrum, and he just made a decision based on his instincts and judgment. Thinking of this, Cole felt that his temples began to throb again, but there was nothing he could do at this time. He didn't intend to defend himself, so he could only bite the bullet and meet Lance's sight, trying to stay calm, waiting for an answer.

"Let him in." Although it was only less than three seconds, Cole could clearly feel the pressure on his shoulders. He had to do his best not to express the ups and downs of this emotion, and then he remained calm With a smile on his face, he said something light-hearted to adjust the atmosphere, "It's a 'she'."