From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Actually, they performed well in the practice room.

After all, they only practiced one song in five days, and it was a pop-punk song with uncomplicated chords. Practice makes perfect. Repeated practice will eventually cultivate tacit understanding.

If they were asked to perform any other song now, it would definitely be an epic disaster; but if they were performing Anson's original song, not 100 points, but 80 points would definitely not be a problem.

Moreover, Anson is right—

If something goes wrong, no one will know, right?

Bassist Daniel Erickson, who was nervously throwing handfuls of rainbow candies into his mouth, trying to soothe his nerves with food prepared by Anson for the shoot, turned to look at his buddies, revealing a smile that was more awkward than a cry, and gave two dry laughs.

"Guys, the pressure is all on Anson, no one cares how we perform. I bet half the crew doesn't even know our names, so what are we nervous about?"

Ned thought about it seriously, "So, even if we embarrass ourselves, it's Anson who loses face, right?"

All eyes turned to Anson.

Anson shrugged slightly, "Yeah…"

After hesitating for a moment, Anne still stepped forward and came to Anson's front—

Anson, in charge of the keyboard.

Originally, according to the plan, Anson was prepared to return to the guitar, but after careful consideration, Michael in the movie was shown playing the keyboard, so it would be better to carry it through to the end.

"Good morning, Anne."

"Hey, Anson."

After a simple greeting, Anne was a little restrained, not knowing how to start. Then, seeing Anson looking over with a questioning look, Anne didn't hesitate any longer, clenched her right fist, and cheered Anson on.

"You can do it. There's no need to pay attention to those voices. You should know that they are just jealous. Jealousy means they admit their own incompetence."

Anson was a little confused by the first half of her words, but he immediately understood. It seemed that the gossip in the crew had also reached Anne's ears.

Anson didn't mind, but the fact that his real friends were still worried about him made the smile on his lips lift slightly, genuinely happy.

"Anne, I don't mind. People always say that when someone is jealous of you, it means you are successful; I didn't expect success to come so quickly, so I don't mind, why should I mind?"

After speaking, Anson spread his hands, with a look of "I'm just awesome, and you can't do anything to me except be jealous," which was very punchable.

With a '噗嗤' sound, Anne's smile bloomed, her eyebrows completely relaxed, sweet and beautiful. Even with a fluffy afro, she could still catch the eye, "Then, I'll wait and see."

Anne pointed to her head, "I still have the final steps to complete, see you later."

Anne's hairstyle, this is a difficult problem.

As mentioned before, Garry Marshall's granddaughters chose Anne to play the role of Mia because of Anne's hair. Anne's hair is smooth and soft, which is different from Mia's factory settings in the movie.

Initially, the crew considered a wig, letting Anne appear with an afro; but the effect was so-so, the overly cartoonish texture was slightly comical.

Anne took the initiative to suggest that she could perm her hair, making it fluffy through wavy curls, not a permanent perm, but a one-time perm that needed to be repeated every day, but obviously, this was a cumbersome and complicated process.

Every night, Anne had to spend three hours perming her hair with a curling iron; waiting for the next day to come to the crew, where the hairstylist would do the second round of styling.

Because it was really too cumbersome, so much so that Anne encountered a series of troubles when bathing and sleeping, but after two weeks, she has now slowly adapted.

In the blink of an eye, the crew was ready, and Garry was also in place.

"Anson?"

Garry asked loudly, his voice revealing an enthusiastic teasing, just like watching his granddaughters and grandsons playing together on a weekend vacation.

Lightly armed.

Anson stood up, "Director, I have some ideas about the arrangement of the song and the entry of the scene. I don't know if you have time?"

Garry put his hands behind his back, chuckled, and turned to look around, "Oh, this kid, he's even preparing to try the taste of the director's chair?"

Obviously, this was not mockery, but teasing—

It could be seen from the full smile in Garry's eyebrows and eyes.

The surroundings were filled with laughter. Garry withdrew his gaze, looked at Anson, and raised his chin slightly, "Tell me about it."

Director?

Anson didn't think he was that professional.

However, in his previous life in the crew, Anson had worked as a crew member in different departments and positions, examining the work of the crew from different angles, and he could indeed understand the operating principles of the crew more comprehensively.

It was precisely because of this that in the "Princess Diaries" crew, even if he didn't have his own filming scenes, Anson also liked to observe professional work in the crew, not for the sake of directing, but to better understand the position of the actors.

Currently, Anson's opinion is purely to provide some basis for the actors' performance from the perspective of the song's composition and the relationship between the characters.

Garry kept his word, listened carefully to Anson's analysis of the song's composition, and showed a hint of surprise, "Oh, did you specifically create a song for this scene?"

Anson nodded.

Garry showed a smile, "Then let's shoot according to what you said and see, I'm looking forward to it."

Filming, began—

According to Anson's idea, the band first performs the first part of the song's verse. When Mia appears, the chorus is cut in, but Mia doesn't notice the band. Instead, the girls are fascinated by the band.

When the performance cuts into the second part of the verse, Mia notices the commotion of the other girls and notices for the first time that Michael is not just Mia's brother. The second part of the chorus is the focus of the whole scene.

Everything, perfectly matched.

Garry prepared to try it according to what Anson said, at least to see the effect.

Thus.

When the "Action" command was given, the crew did not start operating immediately, but quietly waited for the band's performance, all eyes gathered over.

Anson gave his buddies a look:

Daniel. Ned. Tom.

One, then another, making sure their gazes completed a brief exchange.

Then, the smile on the corner of his mouth bloomed—

"Hey!"

A shout, like a thunderclap on the ground, the smiles on the corners of the band members' mouths rose along with Anson, uncontrollably boiling with enthusiasm. Tension and anxiety were no longer important, but rather immersing themselves in it.

To feel, to capture, to enjoy, this moment.

It was a pure and intense happiness, firmly grasping this moment of attention and spotlight that belonged to them, every cell was feeling the heat surging in the air.

Whether it's jealousy or doubt.

Whether it's expectation or watching.

At this moment, they were all spectators, they had to shut up and enjoy the performance; and the ones on the stage were the real focus.

Deng deng, deng deng—

Keyboard, sounded!

Full of vitality from the first note.

Second update. More updates in the evening.