[American Entertainment] Born to be passionate

"Don't ask me to check, whose responsibility is to stand up for yourself."

There was silence on the set, and everyone realized the seriousness of the matter. Fran's injury was on his face. This is definitely a big blow to an actor who is making a movie in Hollywood, and the movie is only less than halfway through. If Furlong were to withdraw from filming due to injury, the investors would be furious.

Although the injury doesn't look very serious, it's the forehead after all, if something goes wrong and hurts the head, it's hard for ordinary people to bear the responsibility.

The set was still quiet, and with every minute of silence, Edmundo's anger became higher. The atmosphere dropped to freezing point, and everyone became restless. They cast suspicious glances at the colleagues around them, hoping that someone would stand up and admit .

In a tense atmosphere, Jim Rose quietly came to Edmundo's side, and he hugged Edmondo's shoulder comfortingly.

"Maybe you can put this matter aside for now. The producer will send people to investigate after the accident. We should go to the hospital now and stay with Fran." He offered another option.

Edmondo shook his head and refused directly.

"No, Jim, it will be too late when the producer sends someone to investigate. There are more than 400 people on the set, even if the FBI sends a special investigation team, it won't work." He scanned the crowd and said again: "It seems that no one is willing to stand up , then according to my idea, the first is the props group, who should be responsible for the props in this part of the scene?"

A small discussion erupted among the staff members of the props group not far away, and then a young brown-haired girl was pushed out. She looked terrified and lowered her head, not daring to meet Edmondo’s eyes. , hands together, anxious.

"It was me—I'm sorry I didn't mean it, I put that vase on—but I forgot to fix it because of the time constraints, I'm sorry—"

Edmondo looked at the girl with scrutiny, and then his lips pursed into a straight line.

"You don't need to take the blame for others, Anna. I know you. You are a newcomer. Although it is true that you will arrange for the newcomers to do some placement and other tasks, usually the team leader will check to ensure that nothing goes wrong during the shooting. "The white-haired director said quite gently to the newcomer girl, "If you know anything, just tell me, and I promise you will be fine."

Hearing Edmondo's comfort, the lips of the new prop master named Anna began to tremble, and she suddenly covered her face and burst into tears.

She sobbed and said, "It's me, it's me who—"

"No! It's not her fault!"

Just when Anna covered her face and cried bitterly and Edmondo had a headache and didn't know what happened, an angry blonde punk girl emerged from the crowd. She was also in the props team and seemed to be very good friends with Anna.She walked up to Anna and knelt down, hugged her friend's shoulders and looked up at Edmondo.

"I know what's going on, director." Her eyes were firm, "The assistant director asked her to do that - I was right next to it, the vase wasn't a prop at all, the assistant director insisted on adding it to make the picture look better Beautiful, and he also said to add a shot of the vase falling on the floor. I tried to stop it, but Anna is a newcomer, and she was afraid of being kicked out of the crew—”

After listening to her explanation, the corners of Edmondo's mouth curled up in a dangerous arc.

"Go and bring our assistant director, Mr. Dom Waller, I have serious academic questions to ask."

Dom Worrall, the assistant director, is basically a non-existent presence.When the film project was established, the producer did not consider him when he was looking for employees from various departments to form a team. After all, he is not outstanding and has no friends to recommend him.But just catching up with the two factions in the high-level game atmosphere of the world, the previous leadership team intends to sign a 10-year contract with Edmondo, so in order to strengthen themselves, someone put the idea on the director's new movie, and insisted that Waller Erce came in as an assistant director, under the pretense of helping to keep an eye on the market trend, but in fact it was just to pass on information.

If it's just a live camera, then no one has any objections, but this Waller has a weird personality, has no ability but loves to preach to others, relying on the fact that he was fortunate enough to work with the great director Kubrick and put forward The fact that the suggestion was adopted almost went sideways on the set.

Edmundo thought he was just a clown character before, and the absence of him in the whole party allowed him to stay, but he did not expect to cause such a big accident.

Soon, Worrall was brought over. He should know what happened, but he still had a ridiculously arrogant expression. He looked up at Edmondo with his nostrils and tried to suppress him with his own experience.

"Don't try to teach me, you bastard with no hair!" Worrall planned to preemptively, so he leaned over and said viciously, "I want to add a vase to the picture, you should listen to me, I'm with Ku Brick worked with me before! He is willing to obey my arrangement, not to mention you, a newcomer in Hollywood who can only be regarded as the size of a sesame seed, apologize to me! Maybe I will forgive you!"

This made Edmondo laugh.

He really doesn't understand, how can someone be unreasonable and confident, where does his confidence come from, is it his own incompetence?

So Edmondo walked over with an unpredictable smile, and then said lightly: "Thank you for providing me with a whole day of jokes, Mr. Waller, please remember that I am the one on this set." The director, let alone a vase, even asks my opinion if there is a mosquito flying past in the picture, you are nothing."

Dom Worrall's face turned liver-colored, and he gritted his teeth and looked at Edmundo, but before he could speak, Edmundo's face turned cold instantly.

"Having worked with Kubrick, you think you're on the same level as him, idiot." He took off the assistant director's headset and said contemptuously, "Pack up your things and get out of the set, no one will save you, I have the final say on my movie, and I have the final say when God comes. Finally, I will give you a piece of advice, you’d better pray that Fran’s forehead doesn’t leave a scar, otherwise, wait to be sued.”

……

The atmosphere on the set returned to normal. At Edmondo's request, the security guard threw out all Dom Worrall's belongings, including himself. During this process, no one stepped forward to help. It can be seen that the deputy The director's image in everyone's mind.

After Worrall's yelling disappeared, Edmundola went to Jim to visit Fran in the hospital. He learned from the nurse that Fran was fine. Ejiao's wound was not deep and had been cleaned and bandaged. He had a slight concussion. , but it's not serious, I can leave the hospital tomorrow after a night's rest.

After thanking the nurse, Jim offered to buy some flowers and fruit baskets, and asked Edmundo to visit him in the room. Edmundo agreed, and he gently opened the door of the ward. Fran was sitting with gauze on his forehead. Looking out the window from the bed, he was the only one in the huge ward, and his figure seemed inexplicably lonely.

"Hey Ed, how are you feeling?"

Hearing Edmondo come in, Fran quickly turned his head to look at the door. His emotions changed surprisingly quickly, like the first time a rescued stray animal had his own toy after gradually learning to accept it, with joy and happiness in his eyes It made the white-haired director feel uncomfortable.

How lonely the child must be to be delighted by such a small concern.

"I'm fine!" Fran smiled and pointed to the gauze on his finger, "The doctor said that it can be taken off soon, and it won't affect the progress of the shooting."

Edmondo went to sit by his window and pinned his hair behind his ears.

"You rest well," he said, "don't worry about progress."

But these words did not know how to stimulate Fran, the black-haired boy almost jumped up from the bed, he held Edmondo's hand and looked over nervously.

"No, director, I'll be ready soon, I won't delay shooting." He said eagerly, "Don't replace me, I love this script, I love this character, I swear I'll be back on set in three days— —”

Fran was too worried about being abandoned, more like a rescued animal, Edmondo patted the back of his hand and told him that he had no intention of replacing him.

"You are only slightly injured, just rest for a while, we can shoot Jim's part first." The director said, "Don't worry, no director will replace his actors at will."

Fran breathed a sigh of relief.

After a while, the black-haired boy looked at Edmundo again apologetically as if he had recovered.

"I'm sorry, director, I don't mean anything else. I just thought of some things that happened before, and I might get emotional when I was stimulated." He explained in a deep voice, "I had this kind of injury once when I was young. But my mother didn't care, she came back with a hangover that day, and she just reprimanded me for being careless, and she said if I continued to cry, she would throw me on the street, and then no one would care about me."

Edmundo had nothing to say, he could only reassure the boy with hugs and body temperature.

Every irresponsible parent has said something like that, and his mother had said the same thing back in those early days in the favelas of Rio.

"She won't hurt you again, Ed, I promise you." Edmundo stroked the boy's back and comforted him, "I will help you win the lawsuit and get custody, don't be afraid, I will Here, I will be with you."

"you promise?"

"Yes, I promise, as long as you want, there will always be a room for you in that house."

"But—" Fran suddenly grabbed Edmundo's wrist and pulled him onto the hospital bed. The two of them fell into the quilt that smelled of disinfectant, and he pressed Edmundo under it with great force. : "I want someone to remember me, care about me, love me, can you promise?"

Edmondo's white hair was almost integrated with the quilt. He looked at the serious and stubborn look of the black-haired boy on his body, and smiled sincerely.

"I promise you," he replied, "more people will remember you, care about you, and love you."

Fran grabbed him by the collar to get closer.

"But I want you to remember me, care about me, and love me," he said. "Can you promise?"

The white-haired director chuckled, neither refusing nor agreeing.

"Honey, Ed, I can't promise anything about the future." He replied with a tone of regret, "You want me to love you, theoretically I can, but technically I can't, you are only 17 years old, I don't want to worry about it." This goes to jail."

"I don't want the future, I just want the present." Fran closed his eyes and rubbed Edmondo's chin, "Can you kiss me, I want this right now, please."

"Sorry, I can only give you this now." Edmondo went up to Fran and gave him a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth, then pushed the stunned boy away and stood up, "If you want more, you can, wait for you 18 Let's talk about it later."

Fran lay flat on the bed and looked up at Edmondo beside him, and at this moment, Jim Rose came in with two fruit baskets.

"Hey director, can you help me, there are some flowers outside the door, I really can't get them." He said and put the fruit basket on Fran's bedside, with a natural expression, "I'm sorry, I'll leave when I get excited." I bought too much."

When Edmundo went out to move the flowers, the expression on Jim's face became intriguing. He raised an eyebrow at Fran, then took an apple from the fruit basket and threw it over.

"Don't think about adults if you are underage. I'm sorry I heard part of your conversation. If you can be discharged from the hospital and return to the hotel today, you can watch it tonight. The director doesn't need to know about it. I think he also I won't mind. I can leave you the key and treat it as a partner's benefit, what do you think?"

Fran was stunned for a moment, and it took a few seconds for him to realize the true meaning of Jim's words. He frowned fiercely, and angrily threw the apple back at the other party.

That's disgusting!He thought to himself, but he couldn't control the dark side of his heart to imagine such a scene.

"Okay, your flower basket." Edmundo, who knew nothing about it, walked in with the flower basket in his arms. "Learn more about the lilies, they are good for you."

Furlong didn't answer, his eyes went from the annoying Italian to the director's face, and at the same time he began to count the number of days before he was an adult.

And that night—

Edward Furlong suddenly looked up at Edmondo.

"I want to leave the hospital."