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Josie's day trip to campus is over.

After asking for leave, the filming of the crew is still going on.

Both the heroine and the heroine are not talented actors who can pass by just after their debut, but they are all the kind of people who are rewarded by God. They have talent for acting and are very sensitive to the camera, especially the heroine's speed The metamorphosis is simply eye-catching.

Another advantage of Mr. Director is also found here: he has a bad temper when shooting, but he is very patient when speaking.

It's quite cute.

On this day, Josie left her script behind, so she went back to the USC shooting site to get it, but unexpectedly, everyone in the crew finished their work for the day and went home, only Ernest was still in the big classroom, He lowered his head and was modifying the layout of the mirror.

She politely knocked on the door and said aloud, "I thought no one would like to work overtime, Mr. Dawson."

Ernest raised his head, frowning habitually.

His indifferent gaze passed through the podium and most of the classroom, and fell on Josie at the door. His voice was a little far away, and it sounded like a leisurely echo.

"I thought it was time for you to go home and do your homework." Ernest paused and put down his pen, "Miss Horton."

As for his own muse and heroine, this person is limited, if somewhat special.

Josie laughed, walked into the classroom, took her own script, and said, "I find that you are always polite in addressing people. But in fact, you are not polite at all when you are sarcastic."

"It's just that I don't quite adapt to American social life." Ernest said as he stood up to pack his things. "And, I don't think it's ironic."

Josie shrugged, "Well, anyway, you are right, I should go home and do my homework, Mr. Dawson."

"Wait." Ernest looked at his watch and walked over quickly, "Take my car, I can take you to the subway station."

Josie smiled at first, but when she heard that it was just a subway station, she almost rolled her eyes.

Oh, poor Miss Horton.

Before the economy officially regained independence, she couldn't even hail a taxi, because she found that the family trust gave money every six months, and the share in the first half of the year was almost squandered by the Mills mother and daughter, so she could only count the days tight until September.

By the way, it’s actually not that scary to take the subway, as long as you stagger the rush hour.

Josie quickly adjusted her expression and blinked deliberately: "Oh really, Mr. Dawson, you are willing to send me off? Thank you so much, you are such a good person."

She flickered those beautiful big eyes, her reaction and tone were obviously contrived, but combined with her vivid expression, it made people feel... a little cute.

Ernest saw through her attempt at a glance, turned around and locked the door of the classroom, and reminded, "It's just a subway station. Obviously, I can't drop by here to Santa Monica."

Josie smiled indifferently: "Of course, of course, after all, am I the first girl lucky enough to get in your car? Well, because you look quite extraordinary."

It's so otherworldly, it's not like the kind that has an X life.

Ernest paused.

He felt that Josie's tone was a bit subtle, but in the face of her pure and lovely face, he should have thought too much.

"Extraordinary, do you all think so?" Ernest seemed a little annoyed, "I mean, I don't think I'm any different."

Josie was silent for a moment, and said, "Then you may have misunderstood yourself."

Ernest looked down at her.

The frowning kind.

Josie immediately changed her words: "You can't try to understand what ordinary people are thinking, that's not important. The important thing is that you are doing what you think is right, which is really meaningful to you."

"Oh." Ernest was also silent for a while, "It sounds like you are feeding me chicken soup, and you are quite skilled."

Josie looked at him innocently.

At this time, a specialty of Southern California, a squirrel, suddenly jumped onto Josie's shoulder. It swept its big, fluffy tail, and found that the two humans in front of it didn't respond as it expected, and seemed to be jumping boringly. Go back, drill back into the bushes.

Ernest suddenly moved the corner of his mouth.

Josie opened her mouth in surprise, and just about to say something, the smile disappeared.

"Come on, Miss Horton, after all you still have homework." He said.

"That's just an excuse. You know." Josie followed him while explaining, "I don't like dealing with unfamiliar people, and those inexplicable dates and parties."

In fact, she had no interest in partying all night and sleeping with people, alcohol was fine, but she couldn't stand the smell of certain things, which are the basic contents of young people's parties these days-there is time How about going home for a beauty sleep, or a swim in your own pool?

There is nothing more joyful than enjoying life.

Ernest's footsteps slowed down, and he asked with some confusion: "So, you specifically explained this to me because you think that the relationship between us has entered the familiar category?"

Josie almost ran into him.

Of course, it was impossible for her to answer "You think too much" and "There is no such thing", but bit her lip lightly, and tentatively said: "What if my answer is 'yes'?"

After adjusting the angle, Josie slowly raised her eyes, facing Ernest's still confused and slightly probing eyes.

The sun was shining brightly on her young face, and her skin and eyes seemed to be shining.

Ernest saw his own frown in Josie's eyes.

He couldn't help but loosen the frown between his brows.

And raised his hand, brushing the broken hair in front of his forehead.

"I see." Ernest thought for a while and added, "Josie."

His tone turned out to be somewhat solemn.

Josie was amused, but also a little surprised.

She laughed: "Then we're friends, Ernest."

Swapping names is a good start, but it doesn't mean that Josie wants to have something happen with Ernest right away, after all, she still has to work.

Just like the male protagonist came here to hone his acting skills, the female protagonist is also very troubled about walking, but fortunately, Josie's learning ability is even more surprising.

She is always very attentive, if needed.

And the pictures under Ernest's control are also worthy of Josie's dedication. He took her very delicately. Whether it was her performance or her appearance, he was always very patient to capture every moment of Josie's inspiration. flash.

—even though she was playing a villain.

Lily felt something was wrong.

Almost every time there is a scene with Iris, Ernest will direct the camera himself, which is very special.

She approached Ernest and asked, "Why do you care so much about that girl?"

Ernest regained his senses from his script idea, and replied after a while: "You think too much, she is only 16 years old."

"Markey Mark is only available for one week." Lily looked at Ernest's expression, "You better know what you're doing, this is very important to everyone on the set."

Ernest asked her back: "If you have extra energy to catch wind and shadows, why don't you care about the other people in the crew who are high every day?"

Lily avoided her eyes, curled her lips and said, "Maybe, they just feel that the crew is under a lot of pressure."

What kind of pressure can such a small crew have?

It's just that he thinks Ernest Dawson is too strict, or he's used to fooling around.

"Shut up, Lily White." Ernest said coldly, "Since you have decided to protect your friend, don't come and point fingers at me and my friend!"

Lily was speechless and had to let it go.

Time flies this month.

After Josie finished filming her part intermittently, the crew also announced that it was successfully completed soon, and then there were trivial matters such as post-production. It is worth mentioning that the academy arranged several famous Hollywood directors for this event. guide.

Hollywood director Ron Howard is one of them.

"Brie, do you know a girl named Josie Horton at school?"

At dinner time that day, Ron Howard asked his daughter Bryce, the director has directed a series of excellent films such as "Working Man" and "Ambition for the Earth", and the latest work "Apollo 13" is about to start filming. It is a blockbuster with an American theme, starring Tom Hanks.

"Yes, I do." Bryce replied casually, "Poor transfer student, offending the school cheerleader Ashley Mills is enough to make her unpopular, but she just keeps going. Not to mention She's also autistic."

"Autism? You mean she's withdrawn." Lang put down the knife and fork, and wiped the corners of his lips with a napkin. "Go on, Bree, tell me more about this girl."

Hearing this, Bryce was a little surprised, but still said: "It's just a weird and not very cute little girl. I heard that no one in her class wants to talk to her. She has something worth your attention, dad?"

Lang glanced at his daughter and said, "There will be works starring her in the exhibition at USC."

"Whoa, Lucky, don't tell her you've got your attention." Bryce shrugged and forked some chickpeas on her plate. "That would make me uncomfortable."

Clearly she didn't look happy at all.

As the daughter of well-known Hollywood director Ron Howard, on the one hand, Bryce is very proud of her identity, on the other hand, she is not satisfied with her father who has always refused to make a movie for herself, and only let her act in some unimportant The small role of the actor is called honing his acting skills.

But tonight, God was doomed not to hear Bryce's prayers.

"Brie, business is business." Lang said while drinking something, "Maybe she will be suitable for the heroine of the drama I'm working on."

In fact, this is only a project in the preparatory stage. The tentative name is "Feristy". It tells the story of a 16-year-old girl's puberty. There are only a few pages of unspecific story outlines. prospects are still uncertain.

Of course, he does not intend to surrender his status as a director, but participates as a producer, and the director is someone else.

But what I have to say is that Josie Horton, as an actor, does have a kind of appeal that makes the audience sympathize.

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The metal knife and fork scratched across the porcelain plate, making an uncomfortable sound, and the owner of the knife and fork, Bryce, had an expression of disbelief and an angry look.

"Why her?" Bryce couldn't help asking, "Dad, I'm your daughter, can't I?"

Yeah, why Josie Horton.

After watching the short film, probably no one will doubt this talented actor——

"Excellent, officer."

The girl who had been soft and harmless until now showed a faint smile at the camera.

Her soft blond hair falls lightly on her shoulders, lining her lovely round face. Her facial features are not so good as to surprise everyone, but her eyes are big and bright, her nose is a little sensual, and her overall demeanor is delicate and simple. And naive.

And full of vitality.

This is a close-up rarely seen in a short film.

The simpler and rougher the shot, the higher the requirements for the actor's acting skills and bone appearance, and the shot here almost hit the actress's nose, but unexpectedly did not destroy the scene at this time.

The light did not change, but her face, which was not stunning enough, seemed to suddenly become full of impact.

The lines of her face are extremely superior, the muscles of the whole face are smooth and clean, and micro-expressions can be clearly seen. Even the angle of death does not have the slightest sense of ferocity, but instead highlights her clear skin and agile eyebrows.

The camera pans down to her pink lips.

She parted her vermilion lips lightly: "Congratulations, you found me."

With sly eyes, playful tone, and extremely calm and conceited demeanor, the slightly zoomed-out lens can more fully show her changes before and after, and a sense of alienation that is incompatible with the surroundings quietly lingers.

The eyebrows moved almost imperceptibly, and the aggressive sharpness fell between her eyebrows, casting a shadow on those blue eyes.

"But—" she smiled, utterly arrogant, with a melodious tone, "you can't catch me."

At this moment, no one can look away, whether it is the detective in the plot or the audience outside the plot.

Sly and agile.

What's more terrible is——

Faced with such a face, the audience's emotions are easily mobilized, and they can't help but explore the story behind her.