Simmons looked down at his hands and couldn't help but start to gently twist his fingers, as if he could feel the sticky and smooth blood above his fingertips. The warm smell of fishy lingers under his nose, so real and so accurate. You can feel the stickiness of blood when you kill your life, but you can't see any trace at all. Now it seems like this; but he knew that this was the hallucination, all of which were hallucinations, there was nothing between the fingers and the palms, there was no blood, nor soul.

That one feels too wonderful.

He seemed to be able to feel a force of involvement and drive, slowly guiding his emotions and actions bit by bit, as if he slowly awakened the demon hidden deep in his heart. The cruel and fierce aura was slowly awakening, and a soul that he had never realized appeared. He pounced on his food with his teeth and claws, and began to eat in big mouthfuls.

The most terrifying thing is that he enjoys it.

He could even describe himself in his mind. The demon's black wings slowly spread out, blocking all the light. His sharp fangs were flowing with fresh blood, so sweet and delicious that he couldn't help but stick out his tongue and licked it, and his smile bloomed like this.

He knew what he did, he was trampling on a stubborn dignity, he was destroying a young dream, he was destroying a thin layer of hope, and more importantly, he was tearing apart a tender soul, so cruel, so cold and so rough, but he enjoyed it, and even felt a sense of pleasure.

Because if you want to become a true strong man, you must go through thousands of trials.

He never worried that his actions might destroy a potential "Charlie Parker", because "Charlie Parker" would not sink into it. "Charlie Parker" would fight back, grow, advance, transform, and achieve greatness in blood and fire; the one that can be destroyed or defeated is not "Charlie Parker".

Simmons realized that this was incorrect, it was not his philosophy, it was not his three views, it was all Fletcher's ideas, but the most wonderful thing was exactly here, he enjoyed it extremely, and the ideological boundary between himself and Fletcher was disappearing. Just as the performance just now awakened the demon hidden deep in the soul, the part that belonged to Fletcher was gradually rising, squeezing Simmons' own space.

In a trance, drama and reality merge and intertwined.

Fear and excited, worry and excitement, confused and excited, nervous and expectant.

Simmons himself could not accurately describe that feeling. He lowered his head again, and the remaining blood on his fingertips seemed to become real and concrete again, as if he had just strangled Andrew with his own hands. This feeling is really...indescribable.

Andrew?

Simmons suddenly raised his head and followed his inner guidance to look at Renli sitting on the chair.

Lan Li was still sitting quietly, without moving, and her head was lowered deeply, her hands on her knees were rubbing the nails of her thumb with her index finger, as if she was looking for the flesh thorns around her fingers. She couldn't get along with herself, and a hint of anxiety and boredom was faintly revealed.

That's Andrew, not Renly.

A scarred, lonely and helpless soul was trying to cheer himself up again after the baptism of the storm and rain, and found the trajectory of progress, but he was at a loss, his pupils were shaking quickly at a loss, and he quietly looked at the scene around him, just like a fox running on the ice, tiptoing forward, his ears stood up, and a little movement would make it escape quickly, and then he would never find it again.

The eyes flashed gently, and then he captured the band members' surprise, ridicule, mocking, astonished, and puzzled eyes, and slowly awakened him like a storm. The humiliation of self-esteem and the trampling of pride made the sense of shame swept across, far beyond pain and bitterness, far beyond sadness and helplessness, and stinged his soul hard.

In an instant, he stood up suddenly and quickly left the range of the drum set. He left the practice room in a hurry like a dog with a broken family, and left the practice room in a hurry. Every second he stayed here was a torment, comparable to the execution of Lingchi. He just wanted to leave, he just wanted to escape, like a coward, but so what? At least he didn't need to accept the torment like a pan.

"..." Simmons tried to call him to leave, but his words stuck in his throat. Lanley or Andrew? He didn't know which name he should call. Before he could make a decision, the figure disappeared after the swaying door panel, and his pace of escape became faster and faster.

What's more, he doesn't know what to say, "I'm sorry"? Is an apology really useful?

Inexplicably, Simmons could feel a sense of sadness, and he couldn't bear it; but at the same time, the voice belonging to Fletcher whispered: This is the test he needs to withstand, this is his only way to success, either persist or give up, the choice is simple, and no one can force him.

The demonic whisper made people unable to resist, and he actually... vaguely expressed his approval!

So, what should he do now?

Turning his head, Simmons looked at Damien and tried to ask for help, but he was disappointed. Damien could not detect these abnormalities and was enthusiastically discussing the shooting of the next scene with the staff. His dancing expression revealed his excitement and joy.

Directors and actors are still different after all.

Inexplicably, Simmons became a little disappointed, looked at the direction where Renli left, and stood there, at a loss.

...

Lan Li quickly left the rehearsal room, her head still lowered deeply and could not be lifted. She just wanted to hide in a corner where no one could find it, licked her wounds silently, swallowing all the humiliation and embarrassment. It seemed that as long as she was isolated from the world, everything that happened just now could become easier.

Actually, this is not too deeply involved.

When Damien made a sound to interrupt the shooting rhythm, Lanli had already come to her senses. The boundary between drama and reality was becoming clearer again, but Lanli did not immediately get rid of the performance state, but was still immersed in the bondage and distress of this emotion. He did it on purpose.

After the egot, Lan Li seemed to be calm and careless on the surface, but he knew clearly that complacency and pride were spreading irresistibly. When he returned to his dream at midnight, Lan Li also felt confused: What else can he do now? Or, what should he do?

The interview with Bradley Adams of the New York Times is very practical.

Even though Renly was a human being for two lives, he was still an ordinary person, experiencing stories that most people never experienced in their entire lives. He stood at the crossroads of history, stood at the top of the pyramid, and stood in the hurricane of spotlights and spotlights. Intoxication and secret rooms are inevitable. Even if he tried hard to keep himself awake, the results still came to a small extent.

It's like a marathon.

When starting, I was full of enthusiasm and passion of willpower, but as I ran, I gradually forgot the starting point and the end point, and the others I forgot. It seemed that everything became meaningless, just running mechanically, so I simply left everything behind and continued to run wildly, just sprinting, sprinting, and sprinting again.

But suddenly at a certain moment, he crossed the finish line like this. He was the first one.

The joy and happiness of the champion instantly filled the chest, but what after that? Looking back, I can't see other contestants or the target ahead. He is already at the top, so what should I do next? Without guidance and direction, that kind of emptiness and loneliness, that kind of confusion and helplessness, is even more surging and cruel than the loneliness brought by the coldness at a high place.

Lan Li forced herself to calm down, devote herself to the rehearsal of "explosive drummer", and returned to her actors wholeheartedly, finding the enthusiasm for performance again, not for awards, not for box office, but for her own expectations and persistence.

This is called a dream.

Really perform for yourself.

In such a moment and such situation, Renli was extremely grateful that he encountered the work "Explosion Drummer". Because Andrew Neyman's state of mind is exactly the best choice to reawaken the original intention and reawaken the dream.

So, even though it was clear that reality and illusion could be distinguished, Lan Li forced herself to immerse herself in the world of the performance and the characters, forgetting the halo of egot in this way and starting from scratch.

Invisibly, this fits perfectly with Andrew.

Chu Jiashu was once inferior. He didn't think he could realize his dream. Or he had no way to realize his dream. He could only depict the shape of daydream in his mind. Even if he was reborn as Lan Li, he still held hesitation and hesitation, because of the uncertainty from himself and because of the judgment from George and Elizabeth, everything made him sway.

But he still chose to stick to his dream.

It was not because of faith or faith, but because of faith. He had faced the God of Death once, and knew that he should not be timid because of his timidity. Only by taking steps actively and bravely can he live a life of life. So he began to run wildly.

Egot's success made him begin to be confident and even complacent. He almost thought he had the whole world, and gradually began to be complacent. Then, he hit a wall hard, just like Andrew met Fletcher, and Renly also let himself "meet" Fletcher.
Chapter completed!