The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1825 Full Commitment
"Feel sorry."

A sentence stuck in his throat, but Emmanuel didn't know how to say it.

Why apologize? For my own arrogance and prejudice, for my own stereotypes, for refusing to give Anson a chance to jump to conclusions based on preconceived notions?
The explanation for all of this is a long story.

And does he really understand Anson now?
Indeed, he knew Anson wasn't what the rumors said, but then what?

He still knew nothing about Anson. Even though Anson was standing right in front of him, he was like a blank sheet of paper. He had no idea how to view Anson.

An apology sounds so frivolous, so perfunctory, and so insincere.

With a jumble of thoughts swirling on his tongue, Emmanuel finally changed his mind and blurted out a completely different and unrelated sentence.

Can we do it again?

Anson opened his eyes wide and looked at Emmanuel with composure. "No problem."

Emmanuel: ...

All the words he had prepared were stuck in his throat. He hadn't expected Anson to agree so readily, which rendered all his prepared explanations useless.

But thinking about it carefully, maybe this is the best thing: he doesn't know the real Anson, but he knows the actor Anson.

This is a work setting. They respect and trust each other, work together to complete the filming, and maintain a professional attitude. This is the right way to do it.

Emmanuel subtly adjusted her breathing, controlling her shame and frustration, and remained calm. "The performance just now was perfect, but I think I need to adjust."

profession.

Maintaining professionalism and immersing oneself in one's field of expertise, inspiration bursts forth and flows continuously, and Emmanuel becomes subtly excited.

Alfonso noticed this, glanced at Emmanuel again, but said nothing, a slight smile playing on his lips, completely satisfied with the scene before him.

Emmanuel didn't notice that his rambling words just wouldn't stop.

"Firstly, I need to change the lighting. The indoor light should be softer and more hazy, creating a sense of escaping reality and being half-awake."

"Secondly, I need to design the camera's movement routes, including Sir Kane's, as well as the time relationship between the two of you. I hope to capture that tacit understanding and tension between you two with the camera."

“Thirdly, the shot composition and framing need to be adjusted. Your performance was correct and conveyed the accurate information, but my work was not up to par. I should design the relationship between the characters and the space,” Alfonso said. “This scene looks like a transitional scene, very simple, but it is actually a scene that lays the groundwork for the character. I think I need to make some adjustments.”

"Could you do the performance again? Just like you did just now?"

Anson remained focused and attentive throughout, until Emmanuel finished speaking. "Of course, no problem."

Decisive and efficient, swift and decisive, without even a hint of doubt.

Emmanuel was a little embarrassed. "Aren't you angry? The work was supposed to be over, and your performance just now was excellent."

Anson laughed. "That's what actors do, just as Sir Kane said."

Emmanuel had countless words stuck in his throat, but ultimately didn't say them. Bathed in Anson's gaze, he could only nod slightly and say, "Mm."

Taking a deep breath, Emmanuel turned and pulled Alfonso aside. He was supposed to discuss the photography with Alfonso, but he hesitated, saying, "I think he can do an excellent job."

This is the first time that Emmanuel has publicly acknowledged Anson.

Alfonso's eyes lit up, and he smiled broadly, completely unprepared to criticize Emmanuel. "I think so too. He captured the essence just now. In fact, I like the atmosphere he created."

Emmanuel nodded. "I like it too, so I think we should capture it on camera..."

Filming resumed—Originally, Anson only said fifteen or twenty minutes, but the crew finally got into the zone, everything was on track, and everyone was immersed in the creative atmosphere, completely forgetting about time and focusing wholeheartedly on filming. No one mentioned leaving work.

Work can indeed be tedious. Every day we wonder who invented work, and we resist it with all our might. That's the norm. But occasionally, very occasionally, work can bring a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment, a kind of happiness that nothing else can replace.

A good team, a good project, and a job you're passionate about can definitely make a difference.

Unconsciously, they became immersed in it, and the entire crew sped up.

The actors, lighting, sound, makeup, props, and director all started operating at high speed from top to bottom and from the inside out.

Until——

"Card."

Alfonso stood up from behind the monitor, a warm smile on his face, exuding a gentle and kind demeanor.

"Thank you all for your hard work. That concludes today's filming. We'll continue tomorrow. Sorry for the delay; we've finished a little later than planned."

"You've worked hard. You've really worked hard."

call.

Finally, the crew came to their senses and gradually breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did they come to their senses and exchange glances.

Whether bewildered or stunned, surprised or happy, relieved or tired, all sorts of expressions and emotions surged in the air, yet no way could be expressed.

Then, a feeling of exhilarating satisfaction washed over me, filling my chest in an instant—

perfect!

Despite being tired, I was so engrossed in my work that I didn't even realize it, and I truly felt the joy and happiness of my work.

They spent an entire day trapped here, going back and forth, making no progress, and one by one they fell into a cycle of frustration and exhaustion; but in the end, things took a turn for the better, and they not only completed the filming, but did so perfectly.

The sense of satisfaction was indescribable.

But wait, shouldn't they protest?

Looking at the time, the work that should have lasted only twenty minutes ended up taking a full three hours, even later than the scheduled time to leave work.

They looked at each other, smiles creeping onto their lips, their eyes sparkling. They nudged and urged each other on, but no one dared to speak.

Scarlett raised her voice from the crowd, "Anson, we're overtime now, what are we going to do? Wasn't it supposed to be twenty minutes? I protest!"

One person took the lead, and everyone else joined in the commotion, making the crew instantly noisy. But looking around, everyone's face was full of smiles, and some people were even whistling.

Anson remained seated on the sofa, pressing his hands down slightly to signal everyone to be quiet. "As I just said, dinner is on me. You can start reciting the menu now."

hoo hoo hoo!
oh oh oh!
The crew was filled with joy, and everyone raised their hands high and jumped around.

Alfonso scratched his head shyly, "The crew has prepared a food truck..." Should he stop Anson?
But the crew members couldn't contain their excitement and started reciting the menu one by one.

"Pasta," "fried chicken," "pizza," "Chinese food"—all sorts of sounds rose and fell, easily drowning out Alfonso's voice.

Clearly, they were all starving and didn't even respect the director.

(End of this chapter)