The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1378 Perfect Continuation
Bang, bang, bang, bang—

"Joan?"

"Joan!"

Johnny banged on the door of the lounge frantically, shouting urgently and anxiously, with a hint of desperate tension hidden in his voice.

Shoot, keep going.

Everything went smoothly on stage. Even after switching cameras and reshooting three times, Anson and Reese remained immersed in their roles and maintained their form. The emotional details of the tug-of-war in ambiguity and the ups and downs in stalemate were handled brilliantly, and the weight of the scene could be felt even in a glance.

Mangold struck while the iron was hot, heading backstage to film the next scene while the stage was being reset to shoot another live performance.

June Carter left the stage, returned to her dressing room, and locked herself in; Johnny gave chase, abandoned his performance, and quickly caught up with her.

Emotional tension needs to continue.

Just from the sound of the pounding on the door, one could feel Johnny's internal organs struggling violently, dull and turbid, one sound after another.

Johnny called June Carter's name anxiously and anxiously, but never got a response.

"Joan, open the door."

"Joan! Open the door!"

Finally, June Carter's nasal voice came from inside, "Leave me alone, John, okay?"

Johnny refuses.

He kept twisting the door handle, turning it left and right, left and right, and the door handle inexplicably stopped working. With a light push, the door opened.

June Carter hurriedly buried her face in her hands to hide her embarrassment.

Johnny was sweating and walking lightly, looking at June Carter breathlessly, "I...I...what did I do wrong?"

no respond.

Johnny's pupils vibrated violently, and his eyes turned slightly red. "Joan, it's just a song."

Suddenly, June Carter raised her head, with tear marks on her cheeks that had not been completely wiped away. Her slightly red eyes looked up at Johnny with sadness and despair.

With a breath stuck in her chest, she tried to explain the situation, but as she watched Johnny's pupils gradually dilate, with a look of natural innocence and ignorance on his face, she knew that any explanation would be useless because he had no way of knowing her situation.

So what if it's explained?

June Carter shook her head sadly, her anger calmed down again, and she just whispered, with a bitter plea, "Please stay away from me."

One word, one look, hit Johnny hard.

Johnny stood there in a daze, all the mixed emotions in his eyes faded away like the tide, leaving only panic, endless panic.

When panic reaches its extreme, it becomes fear.

A kind of sadness and bitterness hidden in the fear, caused huge waves in those clear pupils.

June Carter looked at Johnny, Johnny looked at June Carter. They were so close to each other but couldn't communicate. Everything was wrong.

How wrong.

At this moment, the breath is cut off.

Mangold closed his eyes.

There was a roar above my eardrums, and I was struggling.

So, Johnny turned around and returned to his waiting room. Finally, he could no longer control his anger and smashed the entire waiting room, smashing his guitar, the sofa, and everything he could see. He completely threw himself into the arms of alcohol and allowed himself to be completely lost in the world of fame and fortune.

So, June Carter decided to keep her distance from Johnny, and later met her second husband. This marriage was more stable and longer-lasting. In a world away from Johnny, June Carter did not lose herself, but continued to shine in her own way and reached new heights in her career.

Each is well.

Maybe they were too young at that time, but this is life. The right time, the right place, and the right person are all indispensable. If any link is wrong, a correct puzzle cannot be completed.

Mangold opened his eyes again and looked into the clear and deep eyes on the monitor. The exhaustion from the tearing and pulling dragged his ankles and he slowly fell down.

Slowly, slowly, I was swallowed by the darkness.

"Card!"

Finally, Mangold spoke.

"Perfect!"

Suddenly, Mangold stood up and realized that his entire back was wet. He had been sitting behind the monitor and doing nothing the whole time, but his mind and emotions were completely in the world of the camera, following their ups and downs, and his whole body was soaked with sweat.

The excitement revealed in each pair of eyes, the joy shown on each cheek, the surging emotions and joy could not be concealed at all.

Not only the audience, but also the staff, feel a sense of accomplishment after completing a difficult scene.

So, should they applaud?
Think about the rumors before today's filming started. If we applaud now, wouldn't it be a slap in the face?
However, before the staff could figure out what was going on, a scream broke the silence.

"Anson!"

Noah, who had been staring at Anson intently, was the first to notice something was wrong. He watched Anson's knees go weak and he fell down.

Reese, who was sitting in front of Anson, was trying to calm down. She hadn't been able to completely get out of her role. The next second, she saw Anson fall down. She couldn't help but cover her mouth, "Anson!"

Fortunately, Anson was not completely exhausted. He used his remaining willpower to barely control himself. He held onto the wall and the door panel, which cushioned the fall a little. In the end, he just collapsed to the ground, but did not fall straight down.

Despite this, Anson simply lay down on the ground, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.

The heart is beating wildly.

The roar came one after another, almost exploding, and he needed to slow down.

Noah slid to his knees and rushed over, his heart already stopped beating, "Anson, Anson? Are you okay?"

"Anson, what's wrong with you?"

"Anson? Can you hear me? Anson!"

Anson just felt a burst of noise, raised his hand and waved, "Noah, I'm just lacking sugar, I need to replenish some sugar."

Noah stood up immediately, not caring about his bruised knee.

"Noah, and water. Drinks. Anything. I need to stay hydrated."

Noah nodded repeatedly, "Anson, wait for me."

While the words were still lingering in the air, Noah had already rushed out.

There was chaos and noise.

It wasn't just Noah, the entire crew was in chaos in an instant, which made Anson realize that if he didn't open his eyes, everyone's rhythm would be disrupted.

After letting out a long breath, Anson sat up straight again and raised his right hand towards Mangold, "Director, I'm fine."

Mangold stared at Anson, unable to utter a sound, and then fell straight back into the director's chair, his heart almost jumping out of his chest.

Anson could see Reese approaching from the corner of his eye, he turned to look, "Sorry for scaring everyone, I'm just lacking some sugar."

Reese smiled and took out an energy bar from the prop bag beside her. "I understand. You must be very hungry after last night's hangover, right? But for the performance, you have to eat something to fill your stomach, but you can't eat too much, otherwise your stomach will churn when you sing, and your mouth will be full of the taste of breakfast."

Anson stared in amazement as Reese took out the energy bar like magic, his face full of confusion, "Are you sure this is not a prop? Can you really eat it?"

The tone was light, which made Reese laugh out loud.

(End of this chapter)