Didi... Didi...

Amy: ‘I was scolded by the director again today…’

‘What’s the reason?’

Amy: ‘It’s all your fault. I asked me what I was doing when I was filming.’

‘I’m just replying to your message.’

Amy: ‘Okay…’ ‘It’s weird to chat like this, can’t you just call? It’s okay to turn to the message recorder, it’s very tiring to type…’

‘No, right? I think it’s very convenient!’ ‘Look…’ ‘:p’

That night, Song Ya shrank in the corner of the set, grinning happily, typing with her two thumbs, and her phone did not stop...

Amy: ‘:What does p mean?’

‘You turn ninety degrees to see.’

Amy: ‘What do you see?’

‘Is it like a person sticking out his tongue?’

Amy sent a long list of ellipsis.

Song Ya giggled at the screen for a long time.

Didi... Didi...

Taraji: ‘What are you looking for me!?’

‘You won’t have a shooting mission tomorrow or the next day, right?’

Taraji: ‘Well, I’m more idle than you, who told me to be a supporting role?’

‘Then I’ll give you a mission, travel to Los Angeles and talk to Fergey.’

Taraji: ‘What are you talking about?’

'She wants to rebel, you can destroy it for me. I will let Linda tell you the details.'

Taraji: ‘Then can’t you let Linda explain it to me directly!? It seems that it’s not cheap to send such text messages!’

‘Stingy girl.’

Taraji: ‘He’s not a billionaire!’

The call ringtone rang, it was Taraji who called it.

Song Ya hung up, 'Who told you to be an actor...'

Taraji: ‘Add the phone!’

‘Don’t you think it’s particularly interesting to chat like this?’

Taraji: "Don't think, boring man!"

Song Ya was typing, "Uh, aplus..." The voice of the makeup artist came from his ear, "Everyone is waiting for you..."

"oh."

Looking up, I saw that all the staff on the set were in place, staring at themselves in the cold wind of Chicago in early March. All cameras were set up, with luminous boards and boom microphones in their hands, and the photographer carried a heavy set of Stenickon equipment and chatted quietly with the assistants who were helping him. Adam Sandra and Xiaopang and a few old black actors gathered together to keep warm, while director Lao Larry sat behind the monitor expressionlessly.

"Come now." He lowered his head and continued to type, 'Call Feiji and advised her not to be stupid.'

Didi... Didi...

Taraji: ‘I know! I know!’

‘Okay, that’s it, I believe you can do it.’

Didi... Didi...

Amy: ‘It’s very cold to set at night, please don’t catch a cold.’

‘It’s okay, I won’t get rid of all diseases.’

Song Ya turned off her phone, "Sorry, something was delayed..." She walked over and stood with Adam Sandra and others.

"Okay, all departments are ready..." Old Larry shouted.

Tonight's plot will take on the scene of dancing with Harley, threatened by the gang member PJ's gun. The three of them ran out of the nightclub and went to the street...

"Don't push me." Song Ya impatiently pushed away the hand Adam Sandra pushed on his back.

"Hey! Do you want to be Rocky (Stillon's classic tough guy character)? That's PJ! You can't go against him like that!"

Adam Sandra said in a heavy black accent in South City.

"It's not my fault!" The male protagonist played by Song Ya was blamed and even pushed Adam Sandra back.

"You were just pointed at the head by a pj!" Adam Sandra raised the volume, "Do you think he is the one who dares to shoot?"

"Are you going to get out of the gun? Come and see mine!" The fat man smiled and made a joke with his hand at the gesture of shooting.

The three of them used a very high step frequency to chat and walk on the dim and deserted Nancheng street. The photographer and assistant in front of them also retreated rapidly at the same speed, and the people from other lighting and recording teams were the same. The entire crew was almost a whole that moved at the same speed, which was a very test of personal skills and overall coordination.

Song Ya's performance task in this scene is not heavy. She is not an eloquent character. She is honestly a male protagonist with language barriers, keeps her handsomeness and make jokes.

The topic was indeed led by the two brothers, and the trio quickly threw the matter behind the head that they were still robbed...

"Card!" Walking to a trash can set up by a prop group, Old Larry immediately shouted to stop.

"You should be more excited just now..." He was not satisfied, mainly focusing on the little fat man, "The physical interaction with them should be more. From time to time, push this and pull that, do you don't like the feeling of being ignored by older children, understand?"

"I understand." The little fat man nodded obediently.

There were three night scenes tonight, all of which were concentrated on this street. They were filmed three times again. After the first scene was finished, Song Ya sat back in the corner and turned on her phone.

Didi... Didi...

Taraji: ‘Do you want to continue paying my assistant salary when running errands for you?’

‘You come back after filming and then send it to me.’

Amy: ‘Okay OK, OK, I know you are in good health.’

‘lol’

Amy: ‘I didn’t see it even if I turned ninety degrees.’

‘It means laughing.’

Amy: ‘You said yes.’

'What are you doing?'

Amy: "It's a little cold in bed..."

‘Then go to bed early.’

Amy: ‘I can’t sleep.’

'Why?'

Amy: ‘I just can’t sleep…’

‘Let Taraji sleep with you.’

Amy: ‘No!’

Taraji: ‘I also want to look for opportunities in Hollywood, Terrence Howard said he has a way.’

‘Wow, the Hollywood girl with dreams.’

Taraji: ‘Of course.’

‘lol’

Taraji: ‘olo’

‘…’

He flipped back to Amy's text message, 'Why should I go and accompany you?' He just typed it and deleted it quickly, and replaced it with 'Get good rest, we still have many rival scenes to shoot tomorrow.'

Didi... Didi...

‘Aplus, the construction is going to continue.’

Hum? When I saw the sender, oh, it was Old Larry.

Looking up at the director's resting place, Old Larry was throwing his phone on the small folding table beside him.

So I quickly turned off the machine and started working again.

‘Bang!’ Three street boys suddenly started to sabotage as they were chatting, and he kicked the half-person-high trash can away.

At about one o'clock in the morning, some staff members started yawning, and Old Larry announced that the task tonight was complete and the entire crew was finished.

A sparse and tired cheer came from the outdoor set, and the staff began to pack up their things.

Just as I was about to pick up my phone again, "Aplus, a police officer said he wanted to see you." A temporary security guard on the set came to find him.

"I see."
To be continued...