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The shock that Daniel Day-Lewis gave Josie has just begun.

They rehearsed in New York for a week. The actor's performance gave Josie a different feeling every time. Whenever she thought the shock could no longer be added, he could always break through Josie's inherent impression and defeat the original one again. some myself.

Rebecca Miller was completely fascinated by him, but her good upbringing made her barely restrain this strong love, but the way she looked at him was completely looking at a real god.

And that's just because of a few scenes from "The Melting Pot."

too frightening.

Josie felt a deep trembling from the bottom of her heart, which completely stimulated her desire to challenge.

She felt that her "Alan" before was really a rotten piece of shit. Her innate acting ability was all contributed to the biography of the character, rather than the real shaping of the character.

Fortunately, she was also complacent about it.

For a piece of shit.

Why cut the same character into three parts?

Performance is life.

The watery tenderness that can't get what you want can easily lower the defenses of others, and can also make people offer everything she wants with guilt, but what she pays is a few tears of sadness that don't hurt.

A woman, especially a beautiful woman, beauty can be a weapon or a disguise, depending on which way she wants to conquer the world.

She is "Ellen".

On the surface, she is gentle and harmless, but in fact she is indifferent and ruthless. Even if people think they have seen through her disguise, the inferiority of human nature still makes them fall into her trap. People's hearts are toys in her hands.

The chilling empathy began to play a role. Josie used a pure and innocent beautiful skin to relive the tricks of playing with people's hearts several times, and soon the people in the theater were dissatisfied with the actress who took the lead in excluding her.

"She never wanted your part. The isolation in the first place, if I ask you, was stupid when we were still playing bullying."

"She is just a little girl who loves acting wholeheartedly. Is it her fault that she became famous at a young age? What's more, her movie is really interesting. Acting in her true colors is also a way of acting. Acting should not be superior to others."

"Look, Sara, it's up to you what you do, but I gotta say, you get more out of befriending her than trying to walk her down, don't you? She's already a Hollywood star, we can't compare to her ,this is the truth."

Arthur Miller watched from the sidelines coldly, and also intentionally took this opportunity to hit the Broadway actress Sara, who was a little smug before. On the last afternoon of rehearsal in New York, he called Josie, who was making trouble, to his office.

"I've read your script, First Degree Fear."

Arthur Miller sat at a long table full of various materials and handwritten documents, raised a few pages in his hand, his expression was still calm.

He said: "I can't act myself, but I can watch it, whether it's an act or a script. This is a decent book, although some parts are unnecessary, but it doesn't prevent it from being much better than most boring movies on the market. .”

"Ah, what you said makes sense." Josie sat primly at the other end of the long table, her posture was as correct as her attitude.

Arthur Miller glanced at Josie blankly, "Stop making trouble in my theater company. Since you want to act, let you have a good time today, and pack up for me and leave after the performance."

Josie scratched her ears in doubt, with a blank expression on her face: "What?"

"You just sit here." Arthur Miller said in a commanding tone, "From now on, you are 'Alan', don't think about anything else!"

Josie hesitated to speak.

"Get into your role!" Arthur Miller ignored her, stood up and sat on a chair in the corner, just in front of her.

After a while, there was the sound of leather shoes moving regularly in the corridor outside the door, and then there was a knock at the open door.

The dirty farmer in the afternoon rehearsal is now dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and he is full of vigor, and his raised dark brown eyes are shining with wisdom and stability, and the whole person looks shrewd and capable.

"Hi, Alan." Daniel Day-Lewis sat down in front of Josie, "Let's talk about your case."

His tone is very confident, and his eyes are also very determined, making people unable to help but trust and rely on him, and follow his pace.

Josie opened her eyes wide and subconsciously replied, "Okay, sir."

Oh my god, she wasn't quite ready, and she wasn't quite in character.

But this bit of cramped fits Alan's state of mind at this time.

Whether it's a criminal about to be tried who finally meets a lawyer who's willing to help her, or a conceited prey waiting quietly to fall into her pre-set trap, the expression on her face now fits the bill.

"You don't need to be so nervous." Daniel smiled lightly and took out the notepad and pen in the briefcase. "I am your defense lawyer. I believe you did not kill anyone. I will win this lawsuit for you."

Just three impromptu lines.

He obviously didn't move much, and his emotions didn't fluctuate at all. Even his voice when he read the lines was very flat, but his enunciation was clear and powerful, and he easily brought Josie into the scene.

Yes, calling out the name "Alan" from Daniel—

No, the scene had already begun the moment he stepped onto the corridor!

"Thank you, sir." Facing Daniel's confident face, Josie first thanked her, then quickly lowered her eyes and looked at her hands.

The ten fingers of her hands overlapped each other, and her thumbs habitually picked the dead skin on the edge of her nails. Anxiety and tension spread throughout her body.

Daniel also followed her line of sight to see this scene.

But he didn't correct him, just said: "Tell me, what happened that day."

Josie raised her head and forced herself to show him an awkward smile, with obvious panic already appearing in her eyes.

The slight smile on Daniel's face disappeared, and his tone became tough: "Tell me, Alan, I need to know the truth."

"I...I don't know, sir." Josie hesitated, improvising lines mixed with the lines in the script, and said intermittently: "I sometimes, I sometimes lose some memories, and it was the same that day. I lost consciousness and woke up Afterwards, he fell in front of me. I'm sorry, I was so scared, and when I got sober, I... I was in hiding."

Her articulation is a bit slurred, her voice is weak and hesitant, and she seems to be trying to recall details, which makes her character more dull and mediocre, without extra cleverness.

Daniel's eyes were sharp, and he stared closely at every expression of the girl in front of him in a scrutinizing way. Her fear and anxiety were very real, and even her habitual small movements of licking her upper lip represented her inner panic.

And when her clear innocent eyes looked over hopelessly and helplessly, no one could believe that such a girl would lie or even kill.

But Daniel tightened the corners of his mouth, and suddenly threw the notepad in his hand on the table.

The cover of the leather notepad fell on the wooden tabletop, making a dull sound. Josie seemed to be frightened, she flinched, and looked at Daniel involuntarily.

Daniel lowered his face and lowered his voice: "You've been fucking lying to me from beginning to end! You killed people!"

He has already entered another scene at this moment.

"No! It's not me!" Josie was driven by it, and subconsciously shook her head, "No, no..."

"Fxxku!" Daniel cursed, blocking Josie's muttering, and he quickly said: "Damn bastard, don't think you can continue to fool me with your appearance, I'm finished, and you are finished too , we're all fucking fucked up!"

Still puzzled, his tall body crossed the table, grabbed Josie by the collar, and lifted her half up without any mercy.

Roaring: "This is the result you want? Huh? Are you satisfied? Let me tell you, you are fucking dead, you murderer!"

His volume and strength were unrestrained, and the crazy roar exploded in Josie's ears, forcing the trembling girl to cover her ears helplessly while shaking her head vigorously with her eyes closed.

At this time, Josie couldn't tell the difference between the inside and the outside of the play.

She only felt that the man in front of her was a crazy and terrifying villain, and she had no doubt that he would be killed by him in the next second, so she could only tremble almost nervously, praying that everything in front of her would end quickly.

"You murderer!"

——No, not me!

"It was you who drew the line on the evidence!"

— No, that's Joey!

"No one can help you now, Alan!"

— No, I still have Joey!

"You bloody bastard, incompetent bastard!"

——No, Joey can save it all!

Daniel vented, let go of his hand without any warning, and let Josie fall on the chair.

He bowed his head in contempt and said with a sneer, "Wait to die, Allen!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Josie raised her head suddenly, revealing a pair of fierce eyes, as if some kind of creature in the darkness was about to pounce on him and bite his veins in the next second.

Daniel's movements froze suddenly, surprise and inquiring emotions appeared in his eyes, his brows frowned, and his eyes turned to scrutiny.

The girl in front of him lowered her brows, making her eyes sharper and sharper, and as if sensing his gaze, the corners of her eyes suddenly twitched reflexively.

Josie stared at Daniel's eyes in front of her without moving. The ends of her eyes were slightly red due to dryness and tension, and she asked, "Who the hell are you?"

Daniel couldn't help feeling a little admiration in his heart.

He hesitated, and asked tentatively, "Alan?"

There was a sneer on "Allen"'s lips, and he didn't answer. He just rolled his stiff eyeballs, slowly straightened up, and dusted off the dust that didn't exist on his body.

Then, she raised her eyes coldly and looked at the lawyer in front of her.

The room was eerily silent.

Arthur Miller broke the deadlock and said, "Cut!"

Daniel Day-Lewis was the first to come back to his senses, chuckled and shook his head, his usual gentle expression soon changed to his face.

"Surprising." He thought for a while and said, "I mean, her way of controlling facial muscles is very advanced, and it shocked me."

"This method is too ingenious." Arthur Miller said, "The performance should be more subtle."

Daniel only smiled: "This is already pretty good, isn't it."

"Okay." Arthur Miller pushed his glasses and said, "I admit, she's not bad, really not bad."

——It would also be nice to have his other naturally rebellious daughter ask for help in person.

Daniel smiled slightly and praised: "Her talent is excellent, and she doesn't have too many traces of systematic training, which makes her performance more different possibilities."

Today's performance guidance came from Arthur Miller's request. It only took Daniel half an hour from getting the script, completing the costume change, to walking in here.

But that's enough time for Daniel to roughly construct his acting world, except that he doesn't fully commit to the lawyer's role.

On the one hand, he enters the play slowly and exits the play slowly, which is the inevitable result of his acting style; on the other hand, he has recently been immersed in the role of a farmer in "The Age of Passion", and cannot be completely separated.

However, this level of performance is enough to stimulate Josie's understanding of the role, because Daniel deliberately strengthened his guidance and not the part of acting, which inspired her to show two completely different sides of this role in a short time.

Josie took a long breath.

Then, she slowly exhaled the turbid air in her lungs bit by bit, then rubbed her face vigorously, and said to Daniel, "Thank you very much for your guidance, Mr. Lewis."

Daniel smiled at her.

Josie turned to Arthur Miller and said, "Thank you too, Mr. Miller."

Arthur Miller gave a soft "hmm".

He came over from the corner, sat down at the table, and asked, "Tell me, how does it feel to play with Daniel?"

"Relaxed, relaxed." Josie used two adjectives, and added: "But my mind and blood are excited."

Honestly, she looks like she's having a real all-night party right now, so high.

One of the most outstanding contemporary actors personally guides her to shape this character, while one of the most famous modern playwrights is on the sidelines to check for her gaps and make up for her omissions. This kind of opportunity is really too precious.

Daniel said with a brisk smile: "It's also possible that it's your 'Alan', enjoying the pleasure of playing with people's hearts."

This is a play within a play.

When Josie is seamlessly switching between the two different personalities of "Alan" and "Joey", she herself should be playing the real "Alan", that is, the "Alan" who constructed the first two false personalities and used them to deceive lawyers to get away with crimes. Allen himself.

"Alan" is the dispassionate bystander and egotistical manipulator.

Josie thought about it, but couldn't think of a reason.

Arthur Miller said: "Remember the feeling just now, the experiential approach is suitable for you to get started, and then you have to rely on yourself."

"I will, sir." Josie nodded.

If she couldn't see that Arthur Miller called her here today just to give her an acting master class, Josie would be a fool for fear.

Arthur Miller said again: "But your performance just now still has many flaws, take out your little notebook, and listen carefully to our analysis..."

Josie quickly followed suit.

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