Vol 3 Chapter 171: Past and future

The last note slipped from my fingertips, and the temptation of the flowing guitar stopped ". After a few moments of silence at the scene, the applause was sparse. After all, partying is a joyous thing, but now I hear it The sorrowful and sad music will inevitably feel a bit off-topic.
But over time, applause began to get warm. Anyway, this piece of music played with guitar is very nice. In the call of "One more time.", Angela smiled and embarrassed and handed the guitar to the hands of others, waved at Ledger and Gillen Hill again, and left the campfire to go to the trailer. However, before leaving, Angela stared at Allie Jie not far away.
Gillen Hill, they wanted to pull Angela to say a few words, but she shrugged when she saw her leave. As for the others, although it is a pity that Miss Genius refused to perform any more, she did not take it to heart. This is a party after all.
After returning to the trailer, I got a glass of water. Angela sat down on the chair, closed her eyes, stretched out her hands and squeezed on the nose, exhaling a long breath. When I think of Ai Jiejie's behavior, the taste that can't be described by words will spring up.
This guy is really, Angela smiled and waved his hand, find something else to do. Immediately, the melody that she played before appeared in her mind, and no one knew that the piece of music was popped up by her feelings.
Involuntarily reached out and bounced twice in the air, a smile appeared on the corner of the girl's mouth. Although this song isn't perfect yet, it's Ken'an. So many people clap their hands to applaud, not just for the face of Miss Genius. Angela suddenly found the paper and pen to lie on the table, write and draw, and wanted to write down this emotional guitar song.
The scenery of the lake, the feelings of the characters, and "The girl stopped her nib, and after a few seconds of ecstasy, she sighed slightly and continued to write. The score was completed quickly, even if it was not using standard staff paper, among other things. With the help of the tool, she still wrote very fluently. Her beautiful font was not abandoned because of using the computer too much.
Looking at the completed sheet music, Angela raised her hand slightly to fiddle with the non-existent guitar strings. If something is wrong, it is immediately noted next to it. After modifying it like this once, the girl put the newly written score into the drawer and stretched herself comfortably.
The sad and sad song is not bad. Of course, if you want to be more perfect, you must continue to modify. Angela thought so. Then an idea suddenly crossed my mind. Since it was so emotional and so relevant, why not make this piece into the soundtrack of this movie?
The girl Capricorn pondered carefully, whether it was because "American Beauty" was nominated for the best soundtrack, or earlier because "Titanic" got the best soundtrack directly, it was not her own strength . But that doesn't mean she doesn't have that strength. "Titanic" will not be said, she just took a little processing in the hands, but "American Beauty" soundtrack is at least mostly produced by Angela herself, if it is not because she is not enough time, It's not known if the Golden Man who won the second best soundtrack.
Anyway, the progress of shooting is relatively slow, and I don't care how slow it is, so I can take the time to figure out how to make a soundtrack for a movie. Angela tapped on the table. She doesn't want to refer to the original soundtrack, although it is also very good and beautiful, she intends to make it entirely by herself this time.
The theme of the soundtrack is ready-made, and what kind of instrument you use is well-known in your own heart. What you have to do is to add decoration to the shelf. And just use this opportunity to test your own soundtrack level. "Soundtrack will definitely be your own business. If you can join Erhu or Guzheng,
Angela frowned suddenly. Another thought that had been put on hold came to mind. She couldn't help but tap her finger on the table, she couldn't avoid the question and if she didn't get the answer before the last step of the plan,
Finally, I do n’t need to be in Montana today or tomorrow in Alberta. Except for Michelle Williams, who has n’t been online for a long time, most of the crew is a look of joy and encouragement. Running around all day is really tiring.
However, Angela did not relax the requirements for them, especially when shooting the shots between Jack and Ennis and Alma in the southern suburbs of Courtley, and it restored the previous practice of repeatedly shooting forty or fifty times. Although everyone is bitter
Especially when Gillen Hill and Heath didn't dare to say anything, don't look at Angela when he was most excited and never scolded, but that bitter language was not so easy to bear.
Even more depressing, or even more depressing for men, is that these frivolous words never target women. Whether it was the Yangsi female detective who was always with her, her personal assistant Allie Jie, or several female staff members, Angela had never spoken to them in that tone-at least in public. .
Even if Michelle has a problem or has any questions during the performance, she will patiently explain to each other again and again. It looks like Ledger. Grumbled that day and said, "Ennis is like a pussy." After being heard by Angela, she scolded her face and refuted it: "What is like a pussy? Implicit and restrained becomes a pussy? Or you I think you should be dressed up in skirts and lingerie
Ledger raised his hand to surrender for the first time, and Gillen Hill was right, don't argue with Miss Genius. However, if you think that lowering your attitude will allow Angela to let yourself go, then you are totally wrong. Others may have this extravagant hope. But as one of the two starring, it is absolutely impossible
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"This!" Angela yelled. Frowning a few steps to the two people who just separated, "Plan to ask me to make a few pauses? It's just a kiss, is it so difficult?"
"You stopped him before you kissed, and Gillen Hill muttered.
Angela didn't say much, she just looked at them for two and a half moments. Then he scratched his head: "We have talked enough about this scene, remember what I said, guys? This love has nothing to do with gender, it is a very pure love between two people. Ennis does not love men, Ennis does not love women, Ennis only loves Jack. "
Here she was slightly surprised. But I quickly adjusted it, raised my hands and pressed down: "Release it, don't pack your backpack, let your emotions burst out, remember how you played on the mountain that day?"
Angela returned to the camera position. Waved again. Ledger and Gillen Hill exchanged each other. With a look, he whispered a few words and then went to their respective positions. It was only after the announcement of the start that the two did not make the first move, but instead stood staring at each other without blinking.
As if knowing what they were thinking. Angela, looking at the camera monitor, didn't stop. Been quietly waiting there. Sure enough, Gillen Hill rushed up a few seconds later, the two hugged tightly, and Ledger kissed him after a few lines. The hot feelings erupted so much that everything was so natural that when applauding after the end of the shot, Michelle, who saw the tail from the beginning to the side, couldn't help but yell, "Hey guys, what's the next time? kind?".
"Don't even think about it! Damn, this guy broke my nose!" Gillen Hill said with a snoring voice over his nose, and Ledger looked awkward.
"Is it serious?" Angela, who clapped her hands before them, asked with a smile.
"Well, it's not very good, but if you let us take a break, I believe it will get better soon." Gillen Hill said, turning his eyes. His hand covering his nose has not been removed.
"Well, that's all for today." Unexpectedly, Angela agreed quickly, "Continue tomorrow."
Now that she has said so, everyone naturally packs up and arranges things for the rest of the day. Such vacations are rare. Many people want to take this opportunity to go around the town, as is Angela.
"Do you want to walk around town alone?" Mevis frowned.
"Don't worry. Mess, it's been a month here, is there any danger?" Angela shrugged. "I just want to walk around the town alone, or I'll be back in a little time.
"Danger always comes when you care." Mevis's brows were still frowning, apparently trying to veto her proposal.
Angela helplessly spread his hands: "Well, Mess, someone really wants to kidnap me, this is a chance this month. I remember telling you,"
"We received reliable information, and soon Mevis, who was in motion, blocked immediately.
damn it! Angela rolled her eyes and said in a sincere tone: "Please, Mess, I just want to walk alone. And the six bodyguards plus yours don't think it's arrogant?"
"You can accompany you and Buckett like you did a few times before. If you feel that you are not talking, you can bring your personal assistant, Mevis, to a slightly loose tone. At the same time, look at the not far away Ellie.
"Hell, isn't my word clear enough? It won't take long, and besides, I have more than one thing on me, even if something goes wrong, you can always find me! Angela pointed angrily at her pants package.
Seeing her insistence, after thinking for a few seconds, Mevis nodded finally: "Well, come back as soon as possible
Courtley maintains the style of a small town in the Midwestern United States, with various bungalows, fairly clean streets, and a generally yellowish environment. However, it is for this reason that Angela chose to make this movie in the 1960s and 1970s on the timeline.
Not many people in the town are basically honest. Angela asked the fat shop owner to keep it secret after being recognized in a store last time. No reporter has come to her door. So she is now wearing a baseball cap and flat glasses, walking generously on the street.
In fact, living in this kind of place is also good, I don't know where the southern towns of Hotan are more comfortable. Angela thought as she walked. It's a little late to see if time has passed, although the mood is not calm. She decided to turn back from the curve ahead.
After the bend, however, a small church appeared. Angela could not help but look surprised, and honestly passed countless times from the town of Courtley, and for the first time noticed that there was a church here.
She couldn't help but walk a few steps to the outside of the church to check. The location of the church this hour was very remote and not very maintained. From the outside it didn't look like a place to serve God. No wonder I didn't notice
Squeaked. Angela opened the door and walked in. Although sparrows have all the organs, candle holders with shining candles, on the cross, glass windows painted with Bible stories, etc., although they are inconspicuous from the outside, they should be all.
I heard that priests serving in such towns have some special hobbies. Angela glanced around maliciously. It is a pity that there is one in the church. No one. She slowly walked to the front and looked up at the crooked guy on the cross.
Old guy, do you dare to appear in front of me? Maybe call your dad out? Oh, by the way, what are you Trinity. Looking for you is the same as looking for your father, so how about coming out to bear my anger? Although Angela thought so provocatively in her heart, her eyes were full of complex expressions that she couldn't even tell when she saw them.
After sighing, she walked around the bench and walked slowly from one side. Although she was a Christian, she was baptized, but that was only nominal. Apart from attending worship with his family, he has rarely been to church for so many years. And although the parents are also Christians, they don't take it seriously.
The godly ones are the grandfathers who believe in Judaism and the grandfather who is Christian. Grandpa need not say, although he did not completely force his children to do things in accordance with tradition, but he himself maintained the tradition. As for the grandfather, he never married again after his grandmother died, and in some ways more like a Puritan.
Rise, shouldn't the grandfather spoil himself better than other children in the family, shouldn't it because I look a lot like my grandmother? Angela thought so, touching her face. Her hair color and eyes are inherited from her grandmother. Although it is not very similar to the photos, everyone says she is very similar.
Laughing amusedly, Angela opened a small door and sat in. She shook her head to drive these things out of her head, and then held her forehead and sighed deeply.
"My child, have you encountered any difficulties?" A gentle and pleasant voice sounded.
Angela was startled and looked up suddenly, only to find that she actually entered the church's confession room.
"Um sorry, Father, I think I've gone the wrong way." Angela waved at the figure on the side of the lattice window, trying to smile but found that the other party was invisible.
"I can hear you have a lot of thoughts. If you want, you can talk to God here." Then, a gentle voice sounded again, with a little magnetism to give people a soothing feeling.
Shouldn't he have that particular hobby guy? Suddenly this idea came out of her head, Angela smiled at herself, and then seemed to be uncontrollably stupid: "Do you know, Father, I have n’t known who I am anymore, it is Zhuang Zhoumengdie Still Butterfly Dream Zhuang Zhou I thought I was Chinese, but I was an American, I thought I was a man, but I was a woman, who was dreaming? That Chinese man? That American woman? I did n’t know that I only understood myself. I can make such achievements. Most of the dreams of outstanding singers, well-known actors, talented directors and billionaires, then I try my best to expand my influence, learn director skills, and promote a movie completely. Should n’t it be? But is it worth it? There are also my family and parents I love here. I ca n’t be against mainstream values.
But if I give up, I ca n’t do it. One is my past, one is my future, and I do n’t understand who I am doing this for. "
After telling her heartache for a long time, Angela closed her eyes and leaned against the wall of the confession room. The body was soft as if nothing had been done.
After a short while, the hesitant voice of the priest came from the fine lattice window: "Sorry, my child, I, didn't understand what you were saying. If you can, can you speak it completely in English again?"
Angela smiled silently. With self-deprecation and helplessness, she used all the languages ​​she knew in her previous monologue. English, French, Chinese, Spanish, etc., even Greek, Swedish, and Hebrew, which are only a little bit interspersed, it is normal for the other party to understand. She just wanted to vent.
"That's it, priest," said the girl softly, and stood up to leave.
"Although I don't know what happened, I can hear you worrying about the past and the future." The gentle voice of the priest next door rang again. "God tells us that no matter how worthy of nostalgia. The past has always been It has passed, and hope will only be tomorrow. What we need to do is not only be responsible for yesterday, but also be responsible for tomorrow. "
Angela froze. Sit back in the chair for a long while, and finally sighed and stood up:
"Thank you."
Followed without looking back out of the confession room.
Except for the church, Angela walked quickly and didn't stop for a moment. After walking out of the distance, she could not see the church and then slowly slowed down.
When you are responsible for yesterday, you are also responsible for tomorrow? The girl repeated this sentence in her heart, and after a long time she looked up to look at the sky with the sunset.
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