Click, click, click.
The rapid shutter sounds surged like a tidal wave, coming from all directions, crowding in as if the sound itself turned into substantial chains, firmly locking hands and feet, imprisoning people in a narrow space, unable to move. The scorching heat could be distinctly felt on the skin, almost enough to turn flesh and bone into ashes.
"Renly, Renly, Renly."
The ubiquitous shouts were chaotic, overwhelming in every corner, making it overwhelming, like a tsunami crashing through, destroying all obstacles in front, unabashedly striking the body, even causing the internal organs to groan in pain.
In one mont, Renly was an unnoticed newcor; the next second, Renly beca the absolute center of attention.
The enormous gap was like the sea in a storm, with waves crashing one after another, giving no ti for reaction or breath, causing dizziness.
The surging flashes rged into one, the gorgeous silver pouring down like a waterfall, sharp and hot, pricking the eyes, montarily plunging them into a white haze. Everything beca blurred, just like snow blindness, with only a vague outline of each object in sight. Even the focus began to fluctuate, seemingly distant and near alternately, and even the ears started ringing.
This caught Renly off guard, and the calm smile beca sowhat awkward.
The frenzy and urgency of the journalists were like the wolf grandmother reaching out her claws towards Little Red Riding Hood, drooling, relentlessly pressing on, wanting to split and devour Little Red Riding Hood. The male lead of "The Pacific"? Tom and Steven's recomndation? And he's still a newcor? If now's not the ti to take advantage, then when? If now's not the ti for a bombardnt, then when?
Renly tried to answer questions or perhaps stop the noisy scene, but found his words instantly drowned out and devoured, not even a wisp of smoke left. This loss of control was too stimulating, leaving no ti to feel the excitent and excitent of the butterflies dancing in his body.
"Pat." A gentle pat on the shoulder, Renly didn't have ti to turn his head, but heard Tom's voice by his ear, "This is your mont, enjoy it." Before Renly could respond, Tom and Steven stepped back, leaving the stage to Renly alone.
"Renly, this is your first work..."
"...How do you feel about the shoot?"
"What was your experience collaborating this ti..."
"...as a newcor facing challenges?"
"Tom recomnded you during the audition..."
Fragnted questions filled the ears, but Renly didn't hear any clearly. Even if he wanted to answer, he felt powerless - correction, even if he wanted to speak, there probably wasn't anyone who could hear his answer.
However, upon careful consideration, it could be perceived that what the journalists were curious about wasn't "Renly's thoughts," but rather "Renly's thoughts as the newcor heavily promoted by Tom and Steven." In other words, they were ultimately concerned about the two big nas in "The Pacific," and the questions tossed around were not much different from those at the "Vanity Fair" yesterday.
Realizing this, Renly's thoughts gradually cooled down, settling back into his usual rhythm.
Today had too many firsts indeed, and any reference to experience made Renly feel sowhat overwheld. Compared to that, Renly found the set much simpler.
"Renly!" Bradley's raised hand finally got a response. With the host's control, the situation was finally reined in. Bradley's voice broke through, "Why do you think Tom and Steven chose you for such an important role? After all, in the entire crew, you are the only one with absolutely no acting experience."
The first question ca with an aggressive tone, not aid at Renly, but at every newcor, and also at such a big production as "The Pacific."
Renly, now back in his elent, shrugged, "I think they excluded my bathroom and dressing room performances from consideration," The tone was flat, an unusual contrast to express excitent. It brought a chuckle from the audience, and the atmosphere relaxed a bit. "Uh... I think this question should be directed to the parties involved, right?" Renly turned to Tom and Steven standing behind him. "I hope they didn't choose just because of my outstanding appearance, or I'd be very disappointed."
"Ha ha." Tom burst into laughter, and the audience couldn't help but join in.
Bradley's eyes lit up. His intuition was right; Renly indeed had a seasoned quality not typical of newcors. He was about to ask another question, but the opportunity shifted to another journalist, "As a newcor, finishing the shooting of 'The Pacific' and collaborating with the top producers, how do you feel?"
Renly didn't imdiately answer, pondering for a mont, "If I were to answer politely, I would say, excited, thrilled, happy, as if everything isn't quite real." This was the standard response for most newcors. "But in reality, I don't quite enjoy this experience."
The audience gasped, and the journalists were intrigued. Was this newcor straightforward or humorous?
"Because as a newcor, I'm the only one in the crew who knows nothing. Before every scene starts, I need more preparation ti than others. I need to ask more non-professional questions, confirm more details." Renly's words were calm yet had a special rhythm, capturing everyone's ears, "I know everyone in the crew doesn't like , but..." There was a burst of laughter from Renly's colleagues behind him, with Jas and Jon even whistling teasingly. Renly couldn't help but smile, then continued, "But I've put in all the effort I could. As for the results..."
He didn't continue speaking. Renly just raised his eyebrows, implying the obvious. Jas behind him joked loudly, "I think the prospects are not too optimistic." His rough voice successfully made everyone in the crew laugh.
Coarse but direct, playful yet intimate, the whole crew exuded a military atmosphere, which made the journalists look on with surprise.
"Renly, what do you think of Tom and Steven as producers?" Another journalist asked.
Renly looked puzzled, "Are you sure you know who you're interviewing right now?" He turned to where the directors were, "I don't think, during the filming process, I should be in contact with Tom and Steven, or..." Renly turned back to the journalists, "Have I misunderstood the way the crew works?"
Producers communicate with directors; they hardly need to communicate with actors. First, questions ant for Steven were thrown at Renly, then the director's question... Renly's banter made the audience laugh, even Tom and Steven couldn't resist mocking the journalists.
Now, the journalists were at a loss.
This Renly Hall, was he really a newcor? So seasoned, so humorous, so composed, his answers not only lacked the greenness and stiffness of a newcor but also exuded a kind of effortless wit, completely unfazed by the first bombardnt of journalists, even taking the passive role and controlling the scene.
Such a newcor shattered everyone's expectations.
If it was just because of Tom and Steven's praise that people's attention was on this newcor, now, the image represented by the na Renly Hall began to beco vivid and full of life.
Finally, Renly managed to deal with the bombardnt of journalists. Afterwards, after the core mbers of the "The Pacific" crew took a group photo, the premiere finally ca to an end. It's worth ntioning that during the photoshoot, the center spot wasn't occupied by Renly or other actors, nor the directors, but Tom and Steven.
Subsequently, everyone gradually entered the theater. "The Pacific" was finally about to unveil its mystery.
"How do you feel?" Renly walked into the theater alongside Rami, with Jas catching up, wearing a big smile on his face, teasingly asking. Although Jas was also one of the three main characters, his treatnt today was far less than Renly's.
Renly shrugged, "Standing on clouds?" Saying such an expression of excitent in such a flat tone created a contrast, making people can't help but chuckle.
Jas said disdainfully, "So are you happy or not?"
Renly shrugged again, not answering, which made Jas very helpless, while Rami couldn't stop laughing. The group entered the theater, talking and laughing, and took their seats, waiting for the official screening of the series - projecting a small-screen work onto a big screen also showed HBO's confidence.
Amidst applause, the crew invited thirty veterans who had experienced the Pacific war and were still alive to attend tonight's premiere. The audience welcod the veterans with the highest respect. After everyone was seated, the TV broadcast was finally about to begin, and the theater lights dimd.
Bradley gathered his wandering thoughts and fixed his gaze on the big screen in front. As a series costing two hundred and thirty million dollars, as a series bearing the countless hopes and expectations of the classic brother works, as a series that relied on the joint endorsent of Steven Spielberg and Tom Hanks, "The Pacific" was an impeccable work.
In anticipation, Bradley, with a critical eye, cald down.
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