CHAPTER 7, FRIENDS

Josie's day trip to campus is over.

After taking the leave, the filming of the crew is still going on.

Whether it is the heroine or the male protagonist, they are not genius actors who can pass by just debuting, but they are all the kind of people who are rewarded with food, have a talent for acting, and are also sensitive to the camera, especially the rapid transformation of the heroine, which is simply eye-catching.

Another advantage of Mr. Director is also found here: he is short-tempered when shooting, but he is very patient when talking about the scene.

It's quite cute.

On this day, Josie dropped her script, so she went back to the filming site of USC to get it, but I didn't expect that everyone in the crew ended today's work and went home, only Ernest was still in the big classroom, looking down and revising the storyboard design.

She knocked politely on the door and exclaimed, "I thought no one would like overtime, Mr. Dawson." "

Ernest raised his head and frowned habitually.

His indifferent gaze passed through the podium and most of the classroom, and landed on Josie at the door, his voice a little far away, and it sounded like a leisurely echo.

"I thought it was time for you to go home and do your homework." Ernest paused and put down his pen, "Miss Horton." "

For his own muse and heroine, this person, if somewhat special, is very limited.

Josie laughed, walked into the classroom, took her script, and said, "I find that you are always polite, in terms of addressing. But in fact, you are not polite at all when you satirize people. "

"It's just not very comfortable with American socialization." Ernest said as he stood up to pack his things, "Well, I don't think that's sarcasm. "

Josie shrugged, "Well, anyway, you said you were right, I should go home and do my homework, Mr. Dawson." "

"Wait." Ernest looked at his watch and walked over quickly, "Take my car, I can take you to the subway station." "

Josie smiled at first, but almost rolled her eyes when she heard that it was just a subway station.

Oh, poor Miss Horton.

Before the economy officially returned to independence, she could not even afford to call a taxi, because she found that the family trust gave money every six months, and the share of the first half of the year was almost squandered by Mills mother and daughter, so she could only count the days until September.

By the way, in fact, taking the subway is not so scary, as long as the rush hour is staggered.

Josie quickly adjusted her expression and blinked deliberately: "Oh really, Mr. Dawson, you are willing to send me?" Thank you so much, you are such a nice person. "

She flashed those beautiful big eyes, obviously quite contrived reaction and tone, but with her vivid expression, it made people feel... It's a little cute.

Seeing through her attempt, Ernest turned around and locked the classroom door, reminding, "It's just the subway station, obviously I can't stop by from here to Santa Monica." "

Josie smiled indifferently: "Of course, of course, then again, am I the first girl to be lucky enough to get into your car?" Well, because you look pretty otherworldly. "

Otherworldly, not quite like the kind that has X life.

Ernest paused in his steps.

He felt that Josie's tone was a little subtle, but in the face of her pure and lovely face, it should be that he thought too much.

"Otherworldly, do you all think so?" Ernest seemed a little annoyed, "I mean, I don't think I'm any different. "

Josie was silent for a moment and said, "Then you may have misunderstood yourself. "

Ernest looked down at her.

The kind that twists the eyebrows.

Josie immediately changed her words: "You can't try to understand what ordinary people think, that's not important." The important thing is that you are doing what you think is right and that it is truly meaningful to you. "

"Oh." Ernest was silent for a moment, "It sounds like you're pouring chicken soup on me, and you're still quite skilled." "

Josie looked innocent and looked at him.

At this time, a special product of USC, a squirrel, suddenly jumped on Josie's shoulder, its big furry tail swept, and found that the two humans in front of it did not have the reaction it expected, as if very bored jumped back and got back into the bushes.

Ernest suddenly tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Josie opened her mouth in surprise, and just as she was about to say something, the smile had disappeared.

"Let's go, Miss Horton, after all, you still have homework." He said.

"That's just an excuse. You know. Josie explained as she kept up with him, "I don't really like dealing with unfamiliar people and those inexplicable dates and parties. "

In fact, she has no interest in partying all night and finding someone to sleep in, not to mention alcohol, but she can't stand the stench of something, which is the basic content of young people's parties these days - why not go home for a beauty sleep or a swim in her own pool?

Enjoying life is happier than anything else.

Ernest's footsteps slowed for a moment, and he asked with some confusion: "So, you specifically explained this matter to me because you think that the relationship between us has entered the familiar category?" "

Josie almost bumped into him.

She certainly couldn't answer "you think too much" and "there is no such thing," but instead bit her lip lightly and tentatively said, "What if my answer is 'yes'?" "

Adjusting the angle, Josie slowly raised her eyes to meet Upper Ernest's still confused and slightly inquiring gaze.

The bright sun shone on her youthful face, and her skin and eyes seemed to be shining.

Ernest saw his own frown in Josie's eyes.

He couldn't help but loosen the crease between his brows.

And he raised his hand and ruffled the broken hair in front of his forehead.

"I see." Ernest thought for a moment and added, "Josie. "

His tone turned out to be a little solemn.

Josie was amused and a little surprised.

She smiled and said, "Then we're friends, Ernest." "

Swapping names is a good start, but that doesn't mean Josie wants something to happen with Ernest right away, after all, she still has work at the moment.

Just like the male protagonist is here to polish her acting skills, the female protagonist is actually very distressed about positioning, but fortunately, Josie's ability to learn is even more surprising.

She is always very focused and serious, if needed.

And the picture under Ernest's control is also worthy of Josie's dedication, he shot her very exquisitely, whether it was her performance or her appearance, he was always very patient to capture Josie's every flash of inspiration.

- Although she plays a villain.

Lily felt something was wrong.

Almost every time there is a scene with Iris, Ernest will personally take the shot, which is very special.

She approached Ernest and asked, "You care too much about that girl, why?" "

Ernest looked back from his script conception and was stunned before replying, "You think too much, she's only sixteen." "

"Markey. Mark only has a one-week slot. Lily looked at Ernest's expression, "You better know what you're doing, it's important to everyone on the crew." "

Ernest asked her: "If you have extra energy to catch the wind, why don't you care about the other people in the crew who are hi every day?" "

Lily avoided her gaze and pouted: "Perhaps, they just feel that there is a lot of pressure in the crew." "

What pressure can this small crew have?

But think Ernest . Dawson was too strict, or he was used to messing around.

"Shut up, Lily. White. Ernest said coldly, "Since you decided to shield your friends, don't come and point fingers at me and my friends!" "

Lily was speechless, so she had to stop.

The month passed quickly.

After Josie finished filming her scenes intermittently, the crew also announced the successful completion soon after, and then post-production and other trivial matters, it is worth mentioning that the college arranged several Hollywood celebrities for this event to guide small classes.

Hollywood director Lang. Howard is one of them.

"Brie, you know one from school named Josie. Horton's girl? "

It's dinner time for the day, Lang. Howard asked his daughter Bryce that the director has directed a series of great films such as "Good Worker" and "Earth Ambition", and the latest work "Apollo 13" is about to start filming, which is an American theme blockbuster, starring Tom. Hanks starred.

"Yes, I do." Bryce replied nonchalantly, "Poor transfer student, offended the school cheerleader Ashley. Mills was enough to make her unpopular, but she kept going. Not to mention that she also has autism. "

"Autism? You mean she's withdrawn. Lang put down his knife and fork and wiped the corners of his lips with a napkin, "Go on, Brie, tell me more about this girl." "

Hearing this, Bryce was a little surprised, but still said: "It's just a weird and not very likable little girl, I heard that no one in her class wants to talk to her." What is there about her that deserves your attention, Daddy? "

Lang glanced at his daughter and said, "The exhibition of USC will have works starring her." "

"Wow, lucky, don't tell her that she got your attention." Bryce shrugged and smacked the chickpeas on her plate a few times, "That would make me uncomfortable." "

Apparently she didn't look happy at all.

As a well-known Hollywood director Lang. Howard's daughter, on the one hand, Bryce is very proud of her identity, on the other hand, she is not very satisfied that her father has always refused to tailor a movie for herself, only letting her play some insignificant small roles, which is called honing her acting skills.

But tonight, God was destined not to hear Blythe's prayer.

"Brie, business is business." Lang said as he drank something, "Maybe she'll be a good fit for the heroine of the series I'm working on." "

In fact, this is only a preparatory stage project, tentatively called "Felisti", which tells the adolescent story of a sixteen-year-old girl, only a few pages of unspecific story outlines, the script has not even begun to be written, and it is obvious that the future of the series is still unknown.

Of course, he does not intend to demote himself to the position of director, but participates as a producer, and the director is someone else.

But it has to be said that Josie. Horton, as an actor, does have an attraction that makes the audience sympathetic.

The next time --

The metal knife and fork slashed across the porcelain plate, making an uncomfortable sound, and the owner of the knife and fork, Bryce, had an incredulous expression, pouting and looking angry.

"Why her?" Bryce couldn't help but ask, "Daddy, I'm your daughter, can't I?" "

yes, why Josie. What about Horton.

After actually watching the short film, probably no one will have doubts about this talented actor -

"That's wonderful, officer."

The girl, who had been soft and harmless before, showed a faint smile to the camera.

Her soft blonde hair fell lightly on her shoulders, lined with a flattering little round face, her facial features were not so good that she was amazing, but her eyes were large and bright, her nose was slightly fleshy, and her overall temperament was delicate and innocent.

And full of life.

This is a large close-up that is rare in short film shooting.

The more simple and rough the shot, the higher the requirements for the actor's acting skills and bone appearance, and the shot here almost touches the actress's nose, but unexpectedly does not destroy the picture at this time.

The light did not change, but her not stunning, striking face seemed to suddenly become impactful.

Her facial line is extremely superior, the muscles of the whole face are smooth and clean, and people can clearly see the micro-expressions, even the angle of death does not have the slightest sense of hideousness, but highlights her clear skin and flexible eyebrows.

The camera moved down and fell on her pink lips.

She lightly pursed her lips: "Congratulations, you found me." "

With a cunning gaze, a playful tone, and an extremely calm and conceited demeanor, the slightly farther camera allows her to show her before and after changes more fully, and a sense of alienation that is out of place around her quietly lingers.

The peak of her eyebrows moved almost imperceptibly, and the aggressive blade fell between her eyebrows, casting a shadow over those blue eyes.

"But—" she smiled, haughtily, melodious tone, "you can't hold me." "

At this moment, no one can look away, whether it is the agent in the plot or the audience outside the plot.

Cunning and agile.

What's worse is -

Faced with such a face, the audience's emotions are easily mobilized, and they can't help but explore the story behind her.