Chapter 113: The days of filming in Europe (3)

Spielberg stepped forward and shook hands with the man in the wheelchair, then shook hands with the man next to him: "Welcome you to take your time, Mr. Izak, John!"
"I'm glad to see you, Mr. Steve." Izak on the wheelchair nodded with violinist-specific restraint, while John Williams, who had gray hair and a slightly bald head, laughed after shaking hands. And hugged him: "I'm glad to work with you again, Steve."
He is telling the truth. Everyone knows that his Hollywood composer and Spielberg are the best partners. They have been working together for more than ten years since Great White Shark, and they will continue to cooperate in the future. Go on.
"Let's go back to the station first. It's a bit noisy here." Spielberg glanced around the airport and made a please gesture, and the entourage pushed Izak to the prepared car to help him get up. Then Steve and John sat in.
"To be honest, I know my request is rude, but I still hope you can come to the field and see for yourself the suffering we have suffered. If there is something offensive, I can apologize." Spielberg said sincerely to the two.
"No no no, Mr. Steve ..."
"Steve."
"Well, Steve, I think I should be here. I have heard stories from my family since I was a kid. I have also consulted many books and materials on this subject, but I have never been to Carat because of physical reasons. Cove hasn't really been to the former site of Auschwitz, so I should thank you, Steve, for your invitation. "Izak Perlman said solemnly.
"I don't think it's offensive, Steve, I understand your mood, come here to see, I should be able to better understand the spirit you want to express." John also answered with a smile, Then he looked at Spielberg and asked, "You don't look good because of the stress?"
Spielberg knew that for such a long time of cooperation, he must not hide the emotional fluctuations, so he smiled gently, and the bitterness in the smile was clear at a glance.
"Although I only started shooting for more than half a month, during the filming process, I was forced to stop halfway because of my inability to control my feelings. Whenever I use a hand gesture to direct the crowd actors to the right, they are sick. To the left, I felt like a Nazi ... I never had such a terrible experience. "Spielberg whispered, holding his forehead, more like talking to himself.
John sighed and comforted him, and Izac echoed it. Steve was just a moment's sigh. He smiled and cheered up quickly.
The car quickly arrived at the Evertra Hotel, and when they got off they went straight to the top floor.
"Sorry, please stay here for the time being. Tomorrow I will arrange an assistant to take two to visit Krakow and the various concentration camps nearby. At the same time, I can see the relevant documentaries I collected for this." Steve introduced.
"Can you see it now?" Izak suddenly asked.
"Now? Maybe it's late."
"No, I insist." The violinist shook his head.
"So ..." Spielberg looked at John and shrugged. "I agree."
"Okay, please come to the meeting room." Steve smiled slightly, made a gesture of inviting, and said to the assistants around him: "Parker, take the camera, prepare the screen, collect us Get all the information. "
Sit well at the meeting, and soon a few staff members moved in the equipment under the leadership of the assistant, and started the projection work after debugging.
The conference room was quiet. Although I had watched it many times, Spielberg still watched it. These disciplinary films were collected by him in many places. British, French, German, Polish ... immersed in sadness every time he watched, but also strengthened his confidence to shoot the film perfectly.
Just then, when Dang Dang came from behind, as if something had been knocked over, everyone was startled, Steve stood up with a frown, and wanted to see who, by the light on the screen, he Seeing clearly, it was the girl who twitched with her mouth bent over, and was the granddaughter Angela of Mr. Mason!
Damn it! How did she get here! Spielberg yelled: "Turn off the player! Parker! Turn off the player immediately!"
The assistant was startled, and immediately turned off the video player according to his words, and then the conference room fell into darkness. After turning on the lights in a hurry, the girl was gone, and the door of the conference room was open, apparently running out from there.
"What's the matter with you! Why not lock the door! How can a child see these things!" Spielberg yelled inexorably, shaking a few staff members with trembling.
"Well, Steve, let's find the child first, then." John interrupted.
Steve just gotten a little bit angry, and quickly waved his hand and said, "Go find the child, and find her and send her to her agent or babysitter. Don't go wrong!"
Several staff members and their assistant Parker nodded, and quickly got out of the conference room. Steve glared at the door of the conference room for a while before sighing, looking at John and Izak with a grimace on his forehead: "It was a terrible accident."
"I hope the child will not be affected badly," the violinist nodded in agreement.
"I hope so." Steve nodded wryly and sat down aside, and he didn't want to say anything more about this.
"So come here tonight, and wait until tomorrow or some other time, we still have time for the soundtrack and performance anyway, we can take it slowly." John said at this time.
"That's it." Spielberg nodded. "Then I'll go out and find the child, which will give me peace of mind." He said two steps toward the door, but stopped after thinking about something. Turning around again, John had walked behind Itzak, pushed up his wheelchair, and the three looked at each other and walked towards the door together.
Just before the doorway, however, Izak suddenly stopped.
"What happened?" John pushing the wheelchair stopped and asked, and Steve looked at him.
The violinist didn't answer, just put a finger on his mouth to indicate the silence. Soon, several mono-tempo violin notes sounded, and then stopped immediately, like trying music, a storm after ten seconds. The sound of music suddenly rang out in the distance.
Very messy, this is the first feeling, like a syllable casually pulled out by a person who does n’t understand the violin, but it obviously has a strong personal emotion, as if venting, and then starts to have a rhythm, but still looks sharp and The pain seemed to be describing the sadness in my heart. After a long and rapid syllable flew over, there was another violin sound with anger. The player pulled quickly and wanted to throw out all the negative emotions in his heart.
This kind of horrible music sound has been played for five or six minutes before it stopped. The three people at the door wanted to talk, and the violin sounded again. This time the music is no longer that kind of The obvious venting music of personal emotions, gentle and sad, is like telling a sad story of despair, but it also gives people a light of hope.
Almost at the same time, John and Izak raised their hands together, John closed his eyes, and gently waved his hand to follow the music, while Izak drew a non-existent bow and also followed the music. Steve though No musical instrument, but this does not prevent him from listening to this tune. This euphemistic, sad, but hopeful tune makes the movie lens that had been shaped in his mind come to life, flowing like water, as if it were Tailored his own unfinished movie.
The sound of the music finally stopped, but all three were fixed at the door. After a short while, John exhaled, patted Spielberg's shoulder, and jokingly said, "It looks like the soundtrack and performance of the movie have already been Yes, did you pay us to travel? "
Spielberg nodded, "Although there are some minor problems with the technique, the skills are quite good."
However, Steve spread his hands and still smiled bitterly: "I don't know who is playing?"
"Don't know?" John and Itzak asked in surprise.
"Yes, me too ..." Steve was about to explain, and suddenly he saw a staff member turn around the hallway with a violin, and he yelled, "Hadry, are you?"
The other party heard the shout and looked up to see that the director was beckoning to him, and hurried over: "Is there anything, sir?"
Spielberg looked at him and the violin in his hands with suspicion, and asked, "Are you ... just playing the violin?"
"Me? Of course not." Hadley shook his head. "Miss Mason is pulling."
"Miss Mason?" Spielberg frowned in disbelief, then explained to the two friends around him: "Miss Mason is the girl just now."
"That girl ?!" John and Itzak were surprised on both sides, and asked Hardy busyly: "Mr. Hardry, can you tell us the details?"
"That's it, sir," the other side explained. "After we chased out of the conference room, Parker and I started searching from the stairwell and found Miss Mason in the corridor between the 7th and 8th floors. It ’s very painful. Climbing on the ground is like retching. Parker and I came forward to hug her and go to the hospital, but Miss Mason refused. She asked us if there were any musical instruments, no matter what the piano, violin, bagpipe, etc. It ’s just a musical instrument. She has been very painful but also stubborn. We ca n’t help it. I happened to have a few violines for the ball shooting, so I went to get it for her. It ’s strange that she played so many passages. After the music, it got better, and Parker sent her downstairs, and I sent the violin back, and that was it. "
After listening to Hadrid's narrative, the three of you shouted at me and you.
"Really strange girl, I suddenly wanted to meet her," John said.
"I want to see her too." Itzak agreed.
"Okay, no problem, but obviously it shouldn't be now, tomorrow." Spielberg thought about it, "I want to see her again."
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