novellhall Chapter 282 Emma Stone's Favorability +8
Chapter 282 Emma Stone's Favorability +8
Chapter 281 Emma Stone's Favorability +8
Emma took off her headphones, looked up at Chazelle, and asked incredulously, "This... was just filmed?"
Chazelle nodded: "One take!"
Emma remained silent.
She recalled the day she first met Chen Xun, and his witty and nonsensical answers at the press conference.
She originally thought Chen Xun was a very smooth and worldly-wise person.
But now, looking at the person on the screen, she suddenly realized she was wrong.
That was only the surface of Chen Xun's story.
Chen Xun is a person who pursues art.
Only someone like that could complete such a perfect long take performance shot.
No stunt doubles needed, no retakes required!
Even the sound engineer standing next to them was shocked.
"Emma?"
Chazelle's voice brought her back to reality.
"Get ready, we're filming your entrance scene later. Chen Xun is still over there. You'll be acting out a scene where you're drawn in by his music."
Emma nodded.
"I know."
She stood up and walked towards the piano.
After walking a few steps, he stopped again.
Chen Xun was still sitting at the piano, his back to her.
The light shone on him, casting a long shadow on the ground.
His hands were on the piano keys.
"What are your thoughts on that scene later?"
Chen Xun spoke first.
Emma thought about it.
Mia was passing by the restaurant when she heard the sound of a piano. She was drawn in and went inside to see Sebastian playing the piano.
She shared her understanding: "She had just experienced a failed audition and was in a bad mood, but when she heard this piano music, she suddenly felt that everything wasn't so bad after all."
The two began rehearsing their lines and discovered that they had very similar understandings of the script.
Emma was somewhat surprised.
Especially when Chen Xun interprets the script from Sebastian's perspective, he always manages to point out details that weren't explicitly stated in the script.
He seemed more familiar with the script than she, who had been studying it for years.
You should know that the character of Mia in the script was tailor-made for her.
Emma Stone's favorability +10, current favorability: 75
Filming begins.
Chazelle stood behind the monitor, holding a walkie-talkie: "All departments, prepare—"
"Is Emma ready?"
Emma stood outside the restaurant and took a deep breath.
The door was closed, so she couldn't see inside, but she could faintly hear piano music leaking from the crack in the door.
The clapperboard snapped.
Emma pushed open the door.
Then she stopped.
It wasn't her performance; she instinctively stopped.
The piano music came from deep within the restaurant, and it was completely different from when I watched the replay earlier.
Emma stood in the doorway, looking at the black grand piano.
Chen Xun sat there, his fingers moving slowly and lightly across the piano keys, as if caressing something precious.
Each note carries an indescribable emotion.
It makes people want to get close, yet dare not get close.
Emma took a step forward.
The sound of the piano became clearer.
She could tell.
It's "Mia & Sebastians Theme".
The theme song that runs throughout the entire movie was specially written by Chazelle.
She had heard the original version.
But Chen Xun played a different version.
Slightly slower and lighter than the original.
The notes seemed to come alive, leaping off the keys, swirling in mid-air, and then entering her ears.
Emma took another step forward.
Chen Xun's shoulders rose and fell slightly with the music, his head was lowered slightly, and his profile glowed faintly under the lamplight.
His eyes were closed.
Completely immersed in the music.
Emma stood still, motionless.
She forgot she was acting.
They forgot there were cameras around.
She recalled moving from Arizona to Los Angeles when she was 15, renting a small apartment without an elevator, going to auditions every day, being rejected every day, and eating cheap frozen food alone every day.
On those sleepless nights, lying in bed staring at the ceiling, I asked myself:
Why did I come here?
Why should I suffer these torments?
When will I be able to—
Emma's eyes began to sting.
At that moment, she and the character of Mia became one.
She couldn't resist.
A tear slid down her cheek.
She remembered a line from the script, which Mia said to Sebastian: "You remind me why I came to Los Angeles."
The song ended.
The last note still lingered in the air.
Chen Xun's hands stopped on the piano keys.
He didn't turn around, he just sat there.
Emma stood still, without moving.
The entire restaurant was quiet.
Then, Chazelle's voice came through the walkie-talkie:
"Cut!"
Chen Xun stood up and walked towards the monitor.
When Cha Zelei saw Chen Xun walking over, he stood up and hugged him tightly.
"You acted so well!"
Chen Xun was a little dazed by his hug.
Chazelle released him and pointed to the monitor: "Look at this!"
Chen Xun leaned over to watch the replay.
In the video, Emma stands at the doorway, tears streaming down her face, her eyes fixed on him.
"Your playing made Emma believe that you were Sebastian, and she was Mia."
Chen Xun remained silent.
He stared at Emma on the screen, watching the tears on her face.
Those eyes held something of Mia's, and something of Emma's own.
He stood up and looked back.
Emma was still standing next to the piano, talking to her assistant.
She still had tear stains on her face, but she was already smiling, saying something unintelligible.
Just then, Emma seemed to sense something and turned to look at Chen Xun.
The two of them made eye contact.
Emma Stone's favorability +8, current favorability: 83
When Lee So-yeon saw the email, she froze in front of the computer for a full ten seconds.
She opened the email. It was in English, formal, and began with the standard "Dear Soyeon Lee," followed by a string of official platitudes. But she only saw the middle line: "We are pleased to inform you that your film 'The Last Reel' has been selected as the 46th..."
The winning entry in the narrative category of this year's Student Academy Awards.
Li Suyan stared at that line of text three times.
Then she stood up, walked around the editing room twice, and sat down again.
Then she stood up and spun around twice more.
Then she picked up her phone, her hands trembling so much she almost dropped it, and dialed Chen Xun's number.
"Feed?"
Chen Xun's voice was heavy with sleepiness.
"Chen Xun Oppa, 'The Last Roll of Film' has won an award!"
"Um?
'
Chen Xun suddenly woke up with a start.
"Student Oscars, Gold Award for Drama!"
He's been filming on set recently, and he never expected it would be time to announce the award.
As expected, "The Last Roll of Film" won the gold medal.
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When Chen Xun arrived at AMPAS headquarters at 8:45 a.m. the next morning, there was already a queue at the entrance.
In June, the sun in Los Angeles was already quite strong.
The students, dressed in formal attire, stood along the red carpet, their suit jackets draped over their arms, their shirts soaked with sweat.
Several girls, wearing high heels, were clearly getting sore from standing, so they secretly shifted their weight from their left foot to their right foot, and then back to their left foot.
When Chen Xun got out of the car, several reporters at the door turned their heads to look at him, then turned back.
He was wearing a mask and a sun hat, so no one recognized him.
As I tried to go inside, I was stopped at the entrance.
Invitation.
A security guard in a black suit reached out his hand.
Chen Xun took the printed email out of his pocket and handed it over.
The security guard glanced at him, then at him again, and nodded.
"Please come in."
There were already quite a few people in the hall.
The air conditioning was on full blast; it felt like a completely different world from the outside.
White walls, gray carpet, and rows of long tables covered with white tablecloths, champagne towers, and cold dishes.
The crowd stood in twos and threes, holding slender champagne glasses.
Some people are laughing, some are exchanging business cards, and some are standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows pretending to admire the scenery.
Actually, he was secretly glancing at the old men sitting in the corner.
Those faces have appeared far too many times at the Oscars.