my sister is a supermodel

The performance started, and Babenke stared at the monitor screen for a while, and suddenly let out a surprise. He stared at the screen closely, his eyes opened wider and wider, and an incredible expression appeared on his face.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you? Did you have a heart attack?"

Jose turned around and found that the teacher was dumbfounded, his shoulders were trembling slightly, his fists were clenched tightly, and he was still breathing, which was like a precursor to a heart attack.

"Teacher, where is your medicine?"

Jose grabbed his shoulders and groped his body.

"Fuck off!"

Babank took a deep breath, pushed him away, stood up and said solemnly,

"Pay attention to all departments, cheer me up and show [-]% work efficiency. If there is a mistake in the work of whoever is responsible, don't blame me for turning my face and denying people."

"understand!"

The people in the crew knew that the old man was serious, and they all showed their best condition to meet today's work.

"What happened to the teacher?"

Jose asked curiously.

"Go do your job!"

Babanke glared at him, picked up the headset and put it on his head, and picked up a pair of presbyopic glasses on the bridge of his nose. He stared at the monitor without blinking. The pictures were transmitted from the camera frame by frame. His fist clenched tighter.

"old..."

Jose wanted to ask again if he wanted water, but he was worried about being expelled from the school by the old man. He scratched his head and went to work. He is an assistant director, an important assistant to the director, and a big housekeeper.

From the set, group performances, to logistics, outreach, etc., it is all his work, and he must be able to cover everything.

He glanced at the field manager who was carrying the watering can, "Jami, why are you still here, why don't you hurry up and make up Roca's sweat?"

Because the protagonist of "Buried Alive" was buried in an underground wooden cabinet, he would sweat a lot after a long time, to the extent that his clothes were wet.

It is impossible for an actor to sweat so much all at once while performing.

So don't sprinkle water.

"Jose, no need, Roca doesn't need to sweat today"

Field said

"unnecessary?"

Jose frowned.

"Yes, I just took a look at it. During the performance, he was amazing. He was sweating automatically. His head, face, chest, and everywhere were sweating. After a while, his clothes were all wet. It was just right. "

The field manager was amazed.

"Sweat automatically?"

Jose sneered, in disbelief.

I heard the old man say before that in Hollywood in the past, there were a few actors with superb acting skills who could control every muscle, blood vessel, heartbeat, and even sweat secretion when their acting skills exploded.

It's just that he has never seen it, and he doesn't believe it very much. How can someone control the secretion of body fluids?This is more difficult than controlling the mind and spirit.

Now I heard from the field manager that Roca can control the secretion of sweat. I don’t believe it 120 times. The old man is talking about those old Hollywood actors. How can it be possible that Roca is a half-hearted newcomer?

He shook his head and walked to the monitor to have a look. Roca was performing on the phone, short of breath, profusely sweating on his forehead, and the undershirt on his chest was soaked.

"really?"

Jose doesn't believe it.

The temperature is not high today, and the box is not hot. It is impossible to sweat so much after being stuffy for a while.

Then there is only one explanation, it must be sprayed with water.

"Ah~, this...how is this possible?"

Just when he was questioning, the camera took a close-up, and saw Roka wipe off the sweat, and a layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead in an instant.

"Sigh~"

Seeing this scene, he couldn't help shaking. He didn't know whether it was excitement, fear or cold, but his body couldn't help shaking anyway.

Jose's eyes widened, staring intently at the monitor.

Following Roca's performance, his heart went up and down, as if his heart was held in someone's hand, and he squeezed it from time to time, which was very sour and enjoyable.

He was secretly surprised, when did Roca's acting become so good?

No, no, it's not acting, and he's not acting.

All the movements, expressions, tone of voice, and even breathing are completely subconscious reactions, as if they were real, without flaws.

When he took a breath and held his breath to make a phone call, that kind of movement and posture was amazing.

Jose secretly wondered if there was another way to perform, but he just thought about it, but he couldn't find a better way than this, and he didn't think anyone could perform better than Roca.

This is Roca's role, this is a performance method that is only suitable for Roca, and he is irreplaceable.

"How did he suddenly become so powerful?"

Jose couldn't figure it out, Roca's performance the day before yesterday was nothing new, showing no sign of a breakthrough, how can he perform so well now, not only a breakthrough, but also a big gap.

"Jose, the box lunch is ready, when is the meal?"

The drama manager came over and asked softly.

"Eat? What time will you eat?"

Jose frowned and looked at his watch, and was stunned for a moment, and it was one o'clock in the afternoon by accident.

How is this going?

I remember that the filming just started, he just stood behind the monitor and peeked for a while, why was he accidentally a little bit, where did the time in the middle go?

"Jose? Assistant Director Jose?"

The production manager patted him, only to feel that there was something wrong with the people on the set today, and they were all a little silly.

"Wait a moment"