Chapter 207

"Cut, do it again, Tracy, your expression is a little stiff..."

"Sorry, director. I may be a little nervous. I'll pay attention." Tracy scratched her head in embarrassment and immediately explained.

As soon as he opened the camera, Tracy felt that his state was wrong. After all, he is also a director and has some research on performance, so he quickly found his own problems.

He wants to use some skills to show tension, such as some movements on his hands and some subtle expressions on his face.

He was so concerned about skills that when he was asked to replace him into the role, he took a slow beat and made mistakes step by step. His expression became very stiff, let alone acting. He was just like a machine reading lines.

"OK. Do you need some time?" Doug Riemann asked kindly.

Although Tracy is not a famous actor, he is the boss. We should be cautious about Tracy. Doug Riemann suddenly thought of what to do if Tracy had been performing very badly. He felt that he had been hurt.

"You can't do that, honey. Show your strength. You don't perform so badly in other films." at this time, Nicole said something in a tone of ridicule.

But in Tracy's ears, he felt that she was provoking. He raised his eyebrows, "Oh? What should I do to show my strength?"

"Giggle... Why, do you want me to teach you how to act?" Nicole looked at him jokingly. "I don't mind teaching you."

Tracy shrugged and said, "no, I can handle this little thing."

"Really, don't ng too many times in the first scene." Nicole smiled cunningly.

Stimulate me. Shit, despised by the movie queen.

Tracy's expression was a little stiff. He could guess Nicole's intention, which was nothing more than driving his mood. Nicole successfully aroused his fighting spirit.

"Let's go on..." he said, turning to Doug Riemann. "Director, let's start."

"OK, let's go on." Doug Riemann smiled and glanced at them. The two suddenly hit the bar. He didn't feel wrong, but just what he wanted.

"Mr. and Mrs. Smith" is about how two killer couples love each other and kill first. In fact, the beginning of the film indicates the beginning of the dispute between the two couples.

Tracy and Nicole return to the sofa. Tracy rolls up her shirt sleeve and gives Nicole a provocative look.

As if to say I'm ready, Nicole tilted her head and smiled at him, when Doug Riemann shouted ready.

The camera pointed at them. Tracy took a deep breath and began to hint that I was her husband. I wanted to divorce her. Maybe I wasn't ready.

It's a question whether to leave or not. Therefore, if they want to see a psychologist, this state must be shown.

With the director's voice, Tracy gradually entered the state. He moved his hands around, as if he was uncomfortable everywhere. Nicole crossed her legs, crossed her hands and fingers on her legs, and stroked between her fingers.

Doug Riemann behind the monitor soon noticed these details. His eyes lit up. Yes, that's it. He was nervous and sat there unnaturally.

He nodded in secret satisfaction, his eyes still focused on Tracy's face.

Tracy said, "well, let me say first. In fact, we don't want to come. We've been married for five years."

"Six years."

"Five or six years." Tracy pursed his mouth, naturally crossed his legs and crossed his hands on his legs. He didn't use his spare light to see Nicole, pretended to be very natural and continued, with a just right expression.

"It's like doing an annual inspection of the car. You can check the engine and change the oil when you have a chance..."

"That's right."

"That's good. Let's start." the voice over of the heart doctor sounded. "From 1 to 10, how much will you give each other's feelings?"

"8 points." Nicole blurted out without thinking too much.

"Wait a minute." Tracy asked uncertainly. He changed his hands and naturally put them on the armrests on both sides of the sofa. One hand raised and gestured: "10 points means very happy, 1 point means very painful, or...?"

Nicole looked at him slightly, then showed a micro expression of impatience or disgust, took a breath and adjusted her seat straight, obviously feeling that Tracy's question was superfluous.

"By feeling," replied the psychologist.

"OK."

"Are you ready?" Tracy asked Nicole.

"All right."

"8 points, 8 points," they said in unison.

"Cut, it's very good. After this one, that's the feeling. Let's continue." Doug Riemann smiled. His worries seemed to be swept away. Unexpectedly, Tracy suddenly performed so well.

In order not to interrupt Tracy's state, he immediately called start again. I want to see if the other party can give me more surprises. There's no need to say more about Nicole. The aura is there.

"How often do you do AI?" asked the psychologist.

"I don't understand this problem..." Nicole said.

"I'm confused too. Do I have to score 1 to 10 points?" Tracy continued.

"That 1 point means doing little or not doing at all? Strictly speaking, 0 point means not doing at all." Nicole naturally connected.

"Yes, we don't know what is 1 and what is 10."

"Well, because 10 points, my God."

The two couples sing and make peace, and they don't give the psychologist a chance to speak at all.

Talking incoherently, pulling things around, I can see that they are covering up their embarrassment.

"It's not a 1-10 game, it's a problem. How many times a week do you * * *?" the psychologist said again.

Nicole was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and just about to speak, Tracy said with an embarrassed smile, "let's talk about this week."

"Cut, it's OK, but the effect hasn't been achieved. When you two talk, try to speak faster. Let's do it again." Doug Riemann explained to them the reason for stopping, and then told the photographer to continue.

Tracy and Nicole had a tacit look at each other before they started. Tracy raised her eyebrows slightly and Nicole smiled.

Take it, honey.

I look forward to your performance.

Even if they don't speak, they just look at each other. With their familiarity, they can understand each other's meaning.

Doug Riemann smiled. Behind the monitor, he looked at the micro expressions of the two secretly competing. At this moment, as a director, he was absolutely happy.

He doesn't need to bother talking. The two stars are full of emotion and he is happy and comfortable.

"Just talk about this week."

"Well, does the weekend count?"

"Of course."