You made me a superstar

Chapter 346 You Can't Beat Me!
The filming of "Infernal Affairs" was not smooth.

Zhou Yang didn't know anything when he was filming "The Bottom of the Mine". He only imitated and pondered based on his memory.

And now the process of filming "Infernal Affairs" is still bumpy, but the efficiency is ridiculously low.

Every time a scene is shot, Zhou Yang will ponder and analyze repeatedly, and finally come to the conclusion that this shot cannot be used and needs to be re-shot.

The crew of "Infernal Affairs" gradually became restless from full of expectations at the beginning, and even recently when they saw Zhou Yangjin announce the start of work, everyone subconsciously took a tight breath and became nervous for no reason.

This kind of tension gradually turned into anxiety, and slowly spread throughout the crew, and finally the atmosphere inside and outside the crew became extremely weird.

Shooting leisure time is supposed to be a relaxing time...

But the crew of "Infernal Affairs" is very strange. There is no noise surrounded by the media, no one takes pictures, and there is no laughter like other crews. They even talk carefully to each other, for fear of causing noise.

It was as if a haze was permeating the top of the head, which was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

No one knows whether the results of everyone's hard work for a day of filming today are useful, and they are not even sure whether Zhou Yang will suddenly tell them after the rest that all of this will have to be re-photographed.

After the time came to June, this sense of depression turned into despair.

Zhou Yang seemed to be dissatisfied with everything, not only the previous successful shots, but even some props of the crew.

Although they don't get angry at every turn like other directors, every time they see Zhou Yang silent for a long time, and finally deny it with a smile and say that he wants to start again, everyone can't help but panic.

Li Qiang, the director of photography, was full of confidence when he entered the crew, but now he has become worried. During the filming, his brows were always furrowed, and after the filming, he even stared at the camera in a daze for a long time.

Being overthrown again and again, and retaken again and again, it's like stepping into a dark and cold abyss, trying to struggle to get out, but can't get out no matter what.

He felt that his self-confidence had been hit hard like never before and became torn apart...

He gradually began to doubt whether he had the level of filming, and even felt that he was not worthy of staying in the crew of "Infernal Affairs".

On the evening of June [-]rd.

"Director Zhou..."

"Brother Liu, sit down..."

"Director Zhou, I think your current state is very wrong, you should take a rest."

"what?"

Liu Hua knocked on Zhou Yang's office.

Zhou Yang has disheveled hair and a beard. He looks a little scruffy, with bloodshot eyes, but he is still reading the script intensively.

After seeing a series of books on Zhou Yang's desk, Liu Hua and Liu Tianwang sensed something was wrong with Zhou Yang.

He is studying.

But learning is messy.

Acting, Directing, Music, Score, Art and James Bunter's Film Notes.

It looks like it has everything.

He really wanted to tell Zhou Yang that he couldn't chew too much, but when the words came to his lips, he shook his head when he saw Zhou Yang's sunny smile.

Before joining the crew of "Infernal Affairs", Wang Shuai said that Zhou Yang was a bit paranoid, and gave some examples of some stories about the filming of "The Crow".

At first he didn't care much, thinking that Zhou Yang was very dedicated and worthy of respect.

But now he finds that Zhou Yang's paranoia seems to be ingrained in his bone marrow, which vaguely makes people feel extraordinarily crazy.

"Director Zhou, you're going to drive people crazy..." Liu Hua thought a lot of things before coming here, but in the end, only this sentence came out of his mouth.

After Zhou Yang heard this sentence, his smile gradually disappeared, then he glanced out of the window and became silent.

Liu Hua saw the complex feeling in Zhou Yang's eyes.

The sound of electric fans swayed in the office, making a whirring noise.

Liu Tianwang looked at Zhou Yang who seemed to be thinking, and then added: "Director Zhou, it's true that you have a lot of skills, but it's impossible for one person to arrange music, direct, perform, or even be an all-rounder in photography... Even if you can, You will also be crushed... You are a human being, not a god!"

"Brother Liu, I see."

Liu Tianwang's voice seemed to move Zhou Yang a little, thoughtfully, then he turned his head and suddenly laughed.

Liu Hua Liu Tianwang couldn't understand Zhou Yang's smile. He was very close to Zhou Yang, but he seemed to be very far away.

It seems that I have listened to it, and it seems that I have not listened to it.

........................

Someone is crazy.

But that person was not Zhou Yang, but John Williams, the famous Hollywood soundtrack master.

Zhou Yang would come to Wu Zhenhong's villa to compose music every day, but the content of the composition was not "The Sound of Silence", "The Last of the Mohicans", or "Coming Home"...

Even these incomplete pieces, Zhou Yang seems to have forgotten, and it seems that he has no intention of completing them.

He will ask him the piano, ask him the violin, ask him the ocarina, even the harmonica...

Zhou Yang obviously doesn't know anything about many musical instruments, but what's weird is that he can always use some musical instruments he doesn't understand to compose melodies that drive John Williams crazy.

and……

The melody is different every day, but every melody makes John Williams tremble, but there is no melody that is complete.

In the past half a month, John Williams went from shock at the beginning to numbness, and finally, he was almost going crazy.

wrong!

He was sure he seemed to be going crazy.

June [-]th.

Another crazy piano piece was surging in the entire music room. He was clutching his heart, his eyes were red and he was panting continuously, like a hysterical bull.

The piano music stopped abruptly again.

John Williams, who was originally elegant, serious, and demeanor suddenly slammed his fist on the piano table next to him. After punching, he ignored his painful hand and stared at Zhou Yang panting.of
"why……"

"Mr. Zhou Yang, tell me, none of this is true!"

"No, no, not really!"

"FUCK, is there any more? No more? FUCK...I really want to screw your head off..."

"You must have been sent by Satan to torture me, didn't you!"

"Tell me, won't you!"

He started talking incoherently.

He was scolding, scolding very fiercely, and then laughed without warning, laughing very sadly, and even slapped himself severely in front of Wu Zhenhong and Zhou Yang.

He seems to have gone mad.

However, Zhou Yang breathed a sigh of relief, as if completing some task, he put away the manuscript, and silently closed the piano cover.

As the sun was setting, he came to the window, took out the phone, and started chatting with James Bunter about film art.

John Williams looked at Zhou Yang's back...

His facial muscles twitched, and he finally sat down on the chair, the melody of the piano piece echoing in his mind.

In fact...

Today's piano piece shocked him, his scalp tingled, and he felt a faint sense of indescribable worship.

"great"

This adjective is very inappropriate to describe Zhou Yang, but he thinks it is very appropriate to describe the short, intermittent piano piece played by Zhou Yang.

The brilliance of the setting sun gradually recedes under the time, and after that, the rosy glow in the sky gradually dissipates, and finally dusk falls, and the earth begins to darken.

John Williams lowered his head, reviewing the melody of the melody that Zhou Yang had created during this period.

There are already ten poems with different styles and different lengths, but they shocked him deeply, and he couldn't extricate himself from them.

Zhou Yang finally finished the phone call.

"What was that piano piece just now?"

"It should be a symphony..."

"Tell me, what symphony is it called!"

""the blue Danube"."

"Tell me, damn it, tell me, when will you be able to finish this song?" John Williams tremblingly grabbed Zhou Yang's shoulder, his voice almost gnashing his teeth.

He seemed to be facing a grinning demon.

The demon was stunned, and then he smiled wryly, just shook his head: "I don't know... Maybe it won't work in my lifetime..."

John Williams' body was stiff, and then he gradually let go of the hand that was holding Zhou Yang's shoulder. After he let go, he lowered his head and his chest heaved. After a while, he seemed to have lost his strength and sat on the chair. , lowered his head.

He was in a trance, feeling that everything was unreal, and he felt cold, so cold that he wanted to shiver.

Zhou Yang didn't know what to say after seeing the appearance of John Williams.

Vaguely, he understood John Williams' reaction.

"I might be ruined by you. I might be ruined by you in my life. I already..." After an unknown amount of time, John Williams raised his head and muttered to himself.

The excitement of the past has disappeared completely at this moment, and it has become a little decadent and a big blow.

He once boasted that he was talented and could embark on the road of a master, but he found that he could no longer compose any tunes.

"Sorry..." Zhou Yang looked at John Williams' reaction and subconsciously apologized.

"Tell me, you don't have any new works tomorrow, do you have a new melody..." He raised his head, as if begging Zhou Yang.

"There's some left……"

"What do you mean by some more? Tell me, what do you mean by some more? How many are some! Two? Three? Five?" John Williams's emotions, which had calmed down a little, became high again.

"Just a few, I don't know how many more..." Zhou Yang replied honestly.

"Ha..." John Williams' expression became stiff again, as if he was a robot in human skin: "Then I don't want to listen, I'll go back now..."

"Mr. Williams... I need your help!"

"Let God help you, or let your best friend, Satan help you, I can't help anything... Get out, you get out now, get out now!"

"Oh."

Zhou Yang seemed to think of something, looked at the time, and then nodded.

Just as Zhou Yang was leaving, John Williams suddenly shook his head again.

"Mr. Zhou Yang, just listen to me. I'll see how many times you can hit me. I tell you, you can't hit me! My heart is as hard as steel. You can't hit me. I won't be beaten by anyone. Hit, you continue!!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)