"Rearrange the set. You only have eight minutes! Lighting technician, switch to a brighter bulb and move it to the northeast corner! Script, see what's next! " Following Adriaan's order, the crew members immediately got to work, and the whole room became noisy.
The scene at Mia's house had been shooting for four days, and according to the schedule, it had to end today. However, the noise didn't bother the two main actors, who had already sat down to rest.
"I still don't know what I was thinking. I actually rejected 'An Officer and a Gentleman' back then. Of course, it had something to do with my stupid agent. So, I accepted Adriaan's invitation at a low price. Anyway, I have nothing to lose at this point. Maybe this genius director — oh, I should call him the genius director now — can cheer me up, "Travolta said to Monica while holding a glass of water. However, after a long time, he realized that the sexy lady didn't seem to be listening at all. Her eyes were on Adriaan, who was directing the staff.
Travolta suddenly thought of something, and his mouth twitched. However, he quickly regained his composure.
"What's wrong, Mr. Director?" He deliberately enunciated his words clearly, and with his signature fake smile on his face, he looked indescribably charming.
"Don't you think he's very strange?" Monica didn't care at all. Her eyes were still on Adriaan. "Every time I think about the media reports on him, I feel … Let me put it this way. If you only read the newspapers, you'll only feel that he's amazing and amazing. But if you really interact with him, you won't know how to describe him."
"That's how the media is. When you're useful, they praise you to the sky. When you're useless, they trample you to the ground." Travolta couldn't help but mutter. He couldn't be more familiar with this. However, he immediately raised his voice and said, "I don't think so. At least, in my opinion, Adriaan is a very creative and capable director. He's also humorous and charming. It feels good to work with the youngest best director. "
Monica shrugged and didn't say anything. Travolta did the same and didn't say anything either. Thinking back on his interactions with Monica in the past few days, he had already given up his initial plan. She was just a woman.
At this moment, Adriaan walked over. "Get ready, you two!"
Then, he took a closer look at Monica and called the makeup artist over. "Mi Pide, come here for a moment. Also, bring the clothes that Monica is going to use next."
When the makeup artist hurried over, he pointed at Monica's face and said, "Don't use too much ketchup. At the beginning, there will only be a faint trace of blood. Prepare the milk foam, we'll use it in the next scene."
After handing the black coat to Monica, Adriaan gave a rare smile. "I'm sorry to ruin your face."
"It's okay, it's not a big deal." Monica looked at him and raised her eyebrows.
"Then let's start." Then, Adriaan turned around and left.
The next scene was when Mia mistakenly sucked the concentrated powder off Vincent's clothes after returning home from the restaurant. She then fainted in a fit of convulsions. Because of the close-up, Monica's expression had to be on point. It was a big test for her.
Although she already had two films under her belt, she had been a model for a long time and still lacked acting experience. In fact, even her "future" films were mostly known for their sexiness, not their acting skills. So, she had a lot of NGs since the beginning of filming. Adriaan wouldn't relax the conditions for certain reasons.
Luckily, the facial expressions in these scenes were relatively simple. It was rare for Monica to control the number of NGs within a single digit. After about two hours, when it was 10 o 'clock, the scene was finally finished.
The crew members expressed their excitement with cheers, and then held a small barbecue party outside the rented house. This had already been approved by Adriaan beforehand. Anyway, "Vincent and Ma Sha's Wife" took place at night, so it was not intolerable to wake up late.
"Hey, why are you staying here alone?" As a familiar voice rang in her ear, Monica, who was leaning against the door, turned her head. Adriaan walked in front of her with a smile. He was still wearing a simple T-shirt and trousers, but he had an extra coat than he had in the day. Compared to the formal dress he had worn at dinner that night, he now looked more carefree.
"Hi, Adriaan!" Monica curled the corner of her mouth, and there was a touch of charm in her eyes. "I just want to be alone, so I can think more."
Adriaan smiled noncommittally. "Do you want to go out for a walk with me? We don't have to go too far, just a short distance. "
She really came? Monica narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth slightly. Her tongue gently slid across the corner of her mouth, and then her smile became even wider. "My pleasure!"
The two walked out of the door side by side, and strolled along the street. Although Monica had changed her clothes and her face had been cleaned up, she did not remove the makeup she had put on for the movie, so the slightly smoky makeup made her look even more attractive.
"Your performance is not bad, but after all, you are not a professional, and you have too little experience, so you need to constantly NG to understand the feeling of the character," said Adriaan when talking about the filming these days.
"So, what do you think I should do?" Monica tilted her head and looked at him.
"Keep it up like this." Adriaan made a gesture. "First of all, I'm not saying this to increase your pressure. Second, I hope you can understand your weaknesses and strengths."
"So, you are satisfied with me?" Monica suddenly stopped and looked at Adriaan with a faint smile. There seemed to be a hint of provocation in her brown eyes. She happened to be standing under the street lamp. She crossed her arms in the snow-white beam of light, letting the breeze blow her black hair, which looked particularly seductive.
"Basically — you can say that." Adriaan shrugged, and his tone was so calm that he did not seem to understand what she meant.
Monica suddenly became a little annoyed. In addition to the fact that her probing these days had been fruitless, she simply asked straightforwardly, "Do you want to have sex with me?"
Unexpectedly, Adriaan's answer was also very straightforward. "Of course, I want to die. A man who doesn't want to have sex with you must have some obstacles in some way."
Monica first laughed because of the last sentence, and then looked at Adriaan with some surprise.
"Wow, you're … so honest." After a while, she finally said this.
"Thank you. I think it is very important to be honest in front of some people." Adriaan smiled.
"Well …" Monica made a gesture and opened her mouth slightly as if she wanted to say something, but did not know what to say.
The understanding Adriaan immediately helped her out. "You have to know, Monica, having sex and making love are two different concepts."
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