Movie Master

Sitting on the boss chair behind the desk, Ryan looked at the cup of coffee that had been cold for a long time, without any aroma, like a cup of soot water, and there was silence in his ears, the dead silence seemed to be I can't feel any vitality, which makes my heart chill.

This is not an illusion, because there is indeed no one in the entire office now, and everyone has left. This office has also been rented out again, and someone will come to tidy it up tomorrow, leaving only 24 hours for them to evacuate. This is Hollywood, the cold and ruthless Hollywood, and no one will give any care to the losers who are swept away.

Picking up the coffee, Ryan planned to make another cup for himself, and walked out of the office, but then his footsteps stopped in place. The whole hall was in a mess, fragmented papers, fallen chairs, and fragments of rubbish were not as shocking as the empty desks and lifeless computer screens, as if the last trace of warmth in the air had disappeared, and He is a living dead without vitality.

Like a zombie.

Ryan suddenly remembered the morning when Diorama Pictures moved into this office, and he didn't know why he remembered that morning, because there was nothing special that day, the four of them were busy moving things in, Then began to tidy up the office, with almost no help from outsiders, the four of them were very busy.

Moving into this office meant the company was finally one step closer, but they didn't throw a party to celebrate, or even congratulate each other, as if they just went from one office location to another, maybe because of tidying up There are too many trifles and not enough manpower, so they don't have time to figure it out.

After all the boxes were moved to the office, he needed to find a place to take a breather, but found that the chair hadn't been unpacked at all. Jason was leaning on the edge of the window sill, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He walked to the desk next to him and sat down with his hands up. to the desk. Tucker, who was checking the baseline of the desk, complained and yelled, making him laugh out loud, and deliberately shook it twice as if playing a prank, leaving Tucker speechless for a while.

At this moment, Lance came out of the office inside and looked around, as if thinking about where to start next. He remembered so clearly in his mind, that day Lance was wearing a dark blue polka-dot shirt, the sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, the chin of the clothes was stained with a lot of dust, and the sweat on his head looked a little embarrassed, Let's take a rest first, take a breath I'll tidy up later. He greeted Lance.

Lance nodded, but he still piled up all the boxes blocking the way, and then walked to them, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, distributed them to the three of them, and lit them one by one. The four of them just stood or sat in place, smoking quietly, and the curl of smoke spread in the air.

After a sweaty slog, the four of them enjoyed a rare moment of relaxation, just chatting casually, cracking jokes with each other, relaxed and carefree, and while not celebrating deliberately, they were optimistic about the future. With beautiful hopes, it seems that the breath of sunshine is floating in the air. After a cigarette was burned down, they returned to tidying up.

Ryan suddenly remembered the time of this cigarette. He could even clearly remember the expressions on everyone's faces, the angle at which the sunlight fell through the glass, and the smell of cigarettes in the air. He didn't think of the day when Lance was kicked out, nor the day when Diorama Films was founded in the university dormitory, but he remembered the time of this cigarette.

He wasn't sure if it was because of this office or something else.

When he walked to the window, the position of the table remained unchanged, and even the messy appearance seemed familiar. Ryan sat directly on the table, looked at the still featureless street scene outside the window, and then lit a cigarette. The smog swirls in the sunlight, as if the time and space have returned to that morning, the scenery is still the same, things are different, and he is the only one sitting here.

Jason left, really left, without any news at all, as if he had left Hollywood completely. Ryan had heard that Jason had been seen at LAX, but he didn't say where he was going, just said he was enjoying a vacation, and then disappeared, seemingly cutting all ties with the film industry.

Tucker switched jobs, and he successfully joined a company called Forty Two, which is currently one of the top public relations companies in Hollywood, and the Slate PR company that Lance's publicist Dorothy White belongs to. Regardless of the status, it seems that overnight, Tucker got rid of the shadow of the diorama film industry and restarted a new career with a bright future.

Lance...and Lance, Lancelot Strelow.

City of Sin, Murder with a Borrowed Knife, The Day After Tomorrow, City of God...Following the clues of time to recall, after Lance left Diorama Films, he made a solid and precise contribution step by step. One after another, the rise of Chaos Films is completely unstoppable. Within three years, Lance has achieved a height that Diorama Films has not been able to achieve in eight years.

Chaos Films, Diorama Films. Following the clues of time almost going back, Ryan couldn't help thinking of Harry Potter and Pirates of the Caribbean. Time has given the answer. These two works have achieved unimaginable success. The former It seems to have become a brand-new cultural phenomenon after Star Wars, deeply affecting the memory of a generation; Oscar nominated.

If Diorama Pictures put these two works into filming, what would be the situation today?

Ryan has thought about this matter many times, if he hadn't been so cautious, if he hadn't been so arrogant, if he hadn't been so assertive, if he hadn't been so decisive, if he hadn't been so short-sighted... But now, Rui En is thinking carefully, is Lance's sense of smell for works really that keen? Even if there is no Harry Potter, even if there is no Pirates of the Caribbean, as long as Lance exists, he can still continuously dig out more wonderful works. Will it change accordingly?

If Lance had stayed, what would be the situation today?

He regrets it. All of a sudden, the emotion of regret was like the letter of a poisonous snake, vomited out, entangled his heart fiercely, and the surging emotion instantly overwhelmed him, so that he couldn't breathe at all, he could only open his mouth slightly , stiff in place.

The cigarette held in his right hand was still burning slowly, and his face began to reveal a gray-blue color little by little due to the convulsive suffocation. The piercing pain made all the muscles in his body tense to the extreme. The strength to support it, or to call for help, but find that there is nothing that can be done.

The left hand clenched into a fist, and the nails slowly pierced into the palm. A slight tingling pain slowly spread, and gradually evolved into a piercing pain, as if the internal organs were rotting a little bit. Caught off guard, tears fell down. But he couldn't tell whether it was caused by long-term lack of oxygen, or because the pain in his palm was unbearable, or because of reasons he couldn't explain himself.

Then, he completely broke down.

As if the body had finally returned to control, the whole person curled up slowly, grasping his hair firmly with both hands, trembling all over his body, the pain was extreme, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, howled loudly, using Roaring with all his might. But the ridiculous thing is that the office is still silent, there is no sound, even a little sound is released from the throat, but the mouth is opened wide, and the whole body is exerted, but there is no sound.

Lance, Lance, Lance... Ryan couldn't help chewing on the name, he almost couldn't remember the first time he met Lance, because the memory was too far away , but he remembered that during that period of time Lance was mysteriously burying his head in tinkering with something. At that time, he and Lance had known each other for almost four years, but Lance still couldn't trust him 100%. When he took the initiative to ask, Lance said his idea after thinking twice, If we bring 'Trainspotting' to North America for distribution, isn't it a brilliant idea?

Lance's young and immature face appeared in his mind, and his face was a little blurred, but those azure blue eyes sparkling with excitement were still as clear as yesterday, jumping and excited, anticipating and fanatical, eager to try. The depths of the pupils flickered, and when you close your eyes, you can smell the scent of youth and dreams, which makes people's blood boil.

Ten years, ten years have passed in a blink of an eye, they are no longer what they were at the beginning, and even he himself doesn't know himself. The appearance of Diorama Films when it was first established remains in the vague memory forever, leaving only a shining halo.

Regret, but can't change any reality.

The cigarette in his hand burned out and burned his fingertips, bringing Ryan back to life. Throwing the cigarette butt into the coffee cup, watching quietly the veritable ash water, Ryan just watched the ash faint on the water surface for a long time, then raised the cup, took a big sip, and frowned Involuntarily wrinkled.

Putting down the cup, he wiped the embarrassment on his cheeks with the palm of his left hand, and carefully arranged his clothes, then Ryan took a step forward, and the sound of ta, da footsteps echoed low in the empty office Then, there was the sound of squeak pushing the door, and then the glass door began to shake vigorously, squeak, squeak, squeak... The sound gradually became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared completely.

The office was quiet again, deathly silent.