The two songs were proposed by me, and Porter's re-composition, plus aria, and Chen Kexin's "If. Love" was not at the same level. Porter, like me, likes Bagh, so the protection of the two songs adapted all added elements of Bach's oratorio. The band's accompaniment was supplemented by layers of fu format and continuously sublimated styles, expressing Brad's despair with the last glimmer of hope and hope to be shattered. The most commendable thing is that these two songs have very high requirements for the singer's level and must be standard tenors. Only tenors can "roar" this desperate and helpless mood.

Porter praised the two songs I made. When he saw the lyrics and scores at first glance, this guy devoted himself to the revision work. I also gave him suggestions as much as possible. In the end, we found the fitting point of classical music in our favorite Bach.

After the collaboration of these two songs, Porter admired me and said: "Mr. Corleon, I never thought that you were a musician you contacted!"

And I could only smile "humally" in the face of his hot gaze.

Because these two songs have high requirements for singing, under Porter's guidance, Gary Grant went through hardships and almost made his voice badly, which successfully met Porter's requirements.

As for Humphrey Bogart, this guy had better vocal cord conditions than Gary Grant, and he received more related training than Gary Grant. So I don't have to worry about him at all.

When I shouted that the filming was started, Gary Grant quickly got into the state, rushed out of the door, stumbled in the rain, sometimes feeling sad and angry, sometimes feeling affectionate. When the car carrying Lucy came out, he chased the car and finally sang to the camera with sadness.

"cut!" I shouted, put the bastard

"Boss, can you pass the test?" Gary Grant performed well today, so he was not worried that I would scold him like usual, but instead started joking with me.

"Bad! What's wrong with passing? I didn't turn on the camera just now." I grinned.

"What?!" Gary Grant's eyes widened and wiped the water droplets on his face and shouted to me: "Why don't you turn on the computer? Boss, aren't you wasting our expressions in vain?! Look at how sad and moving I sang just now...ah!"

Grant was still whispering, and I kicked him out.

"I didn't turn on the computer for my own reasons! First of all, this scene is very important, I want you to rehearse it first, and secondly, some of your performances today made me very dissatisfied. I have been distracted." I glanced at Bogart as I said, and Bogart quickly lowered his head.

"The result was not as expected. Gary performed well just now, and there was nothing to say about singing. Julie and Valente were good, but Bogart, you still seemed to be occupied by a demon, and your heart was not on the set! What are you thinking?! What is more important than a movie?!" I became more angry and became angry at Bogart, and I got angry: "I am very optimistic about you. This movie is the first time you and Gary appeared in front of Hollywood. I have absolutely confidence that you two will make a shot. Your names will remain in the history of Hollywood. Do you know this?! Everyone in the crew worked hard to submit all the managers to this movie, but in the end, at the most critical moment, you were absent-minded! I can't accept this!"

I took off my coat and threw it onto the chair, rolled up my sleeves: "Bogar, we officially started shooting this time. If I find that you are still so absent-minded, then we will not shoot this movie today. When will you return to normal, let's shoot again!"

I sat on the chair angrily, with my eyes wide open.

Seeing Bogart being scolded again, Gary Grant hurriedly rushed to me: "Boss. I just came up with a good idea during the rehearsal. Do you want to listen?"

"If you have farts, let it go!" I said angrily.

This kid obviously came to save the scene, but I couldn't see it. But I didn't want to scold Bogart too hard, this guy still needs face.

Grant chuckled, pulled my arm and said, "Boss, I want to change a shot."

"What, do you want to change the camera?! Do you want to change the camera of the boss?!" Before I could speak, Stenberg next to me stood up with a bang.

"What, can't the boss's camera be changed?" Gary Grant looked at Stenborough and looked at me.

In DreamWorks, after the storyboard script is confirmed, as long as it is my movie, except for me to modify the camera myself, others will never move my camera, because in their opinion, as long as someone else moves my movie, it may destroy the perfect connotation of the movie. So, Grant wants to modify my camera, but Stenberg certainly doesn't want to.

I smiled and said, "Tell me which shot you want to change."

I am not an authoritarian, as long as I have a good opinion, I will naturally adopt it.

Seeing that I looked kind, Grant smacked his lips and said, "Boss, although Brad was chasing Lucy's car, he could show his reluctance to Lucy, but he still didn't express it perfectly."

"Then what can you do to make it perfect?" I heard Gary Grant's opinion and came to my spirits.

"I think if Brad fell down when he chased Lucy's car, and then he got up in mud and sang "Love is Poison" to the camera, the effect would definitely be better than it was." After Gary Grant said that, he glanced at me eagerly.

I pondered for a moment and nodded: "Yes, you said it well. If it is better than the original one, then change it." I nodded to the deputy director DiStenborg and signaled to adopt Cary Grant's opinion.

"Okay, Gary, I didn't expect you to start thinking about the show." Stenberg also thought this opinion was feasible and couldn't help but praise Gary Grant.

Grant was embarrassed to be praised, touched the back of his head and said, "Actually, I integrated the role while acting and realized the role's mood at that time, so I felt that this would be better."

I nodded with appreciation: "Gary is right. In fact, there is nothing particularly difficult in the performance of the movie. The key is to ask you to be careful. Once you call for filming, you are not the original you, but the character in the movie. Only by integrating the role can you better understand the profound meaning, and the play will naturally be natural." Halfway through, I looked at Bogartel again: "Bogart, you can hear it clearly▋

Bogart looked ashamed: "Yes, boss, I heard it clearly. Don't worry, I promise there is no problem this time."

I snorted and signaled the fat man to prepare.

"The actor is in place! Start shooting!" the fat man shouted loudly, holding the camera.

I don’t know if I was scolded by me or I understood what I just said, but Bogart’s performance finally recovered. Although it was only seven or eight points, it was enough. After all, the protagonist of this scene was Cary Grant.

And Gary Grant, at this moment, was Bach himself perfectly possessed, singing the charm of the song, especially in the end, he chased the car and fell heavily, and became afraid in the mud and water. He sang "Love is Poison" in front of the camera, singing tears in his eyes, and sadness was like a river. Even I was moved.

"Okay!" After the shooting, I was the first to take the lead in applauding.

And Gary Grant and Bogart were also relieved.

"Shoot the next scene." Look at the watch, it's still early, and the next scene should be filmed.

So the crew moved to the street outside and started shooting.

The content of this scene is that since Brad was fired by the film company, his life has plummeted, he has been drunk all day long, and he is in a difficult situation. He wanders on the streets alone, and then enters Juno's flower shop. As a failed movie star, Brad is discouraged. At this time, Juno found him. The two of them chatted equally and calmly for the first time in the flower shop. Under Juno's comfort, Brad finally found a little courage to live. He decided to stay in the flower shop to help.

This is the first scene in which Garbo appeared in the second half, and it is also the highlight of her. At the same time, Katherine Hepburn also appeared for the first time. She played a maid in a flower shop and was a good friend to Juno.

Gary Grant was pulled to put on makeup again, and the crew began to make nervous arrangements on the street. Garbo had already put on makeup and stood in the flower shop and sorted out the flowers with Catherine Hepburn.

"You are not commanding outside. Why did you run inside?" Jiabao smiled when he saw me flashing into the flower shop.

I shook my head: "It's raining all day long. I can't smell the fragrance of flowers?!"

Jiabao looked at me and shook his head: "Okay! You are the big boss of DreamWorks. Not to mention smelling flowers, no one will stop you even if you plant flowers."

"I have no interest in planting flowers. Because in my opinion, those flowers that are carefully cultivated in pots are not considered real flowers." I said seriously.

"Why do you mean? What kind of flowers are the real words?" Jiabao thought my words were quite interesting, and stopped the work in his hand, turned to look at me. Catherine Hepburn next to him also raised his ears.

I sighed and said, "You all think that you grow flowers in flower pots and in greenhouses. Water and fertilize them every day and finally let them eat out the huge flowers. They feel that they planted flowers. In fact, it is just a toy. The real flowers are flowers growing in the wild, a sunny slope, or next to rivers, and in deep valleys. They grow freely without any comfort. They absorb rain and dew, endure wind and rain, and finally bloom. Perhaps they are not as big as these flowers and buds growing in flower pots. But they are far more fragrant than these flowers! Such flowers are the real flowers."

Garbo and Katherine Hepburn were stunned when they heard it, showing thoughtful looks one by one.

I happily said, "In fact, it's not just flowers, but people are the same. People who hide in a comfortable nest all day can't do anything big."

Jiabao finally understood that I had turned such a big circle and wanted to explain a truth.

"Go and go, stay there, make yourself look like a philosopher, don't delay me from sorting out the flowers." Although Jiabao thought what I said made sense, he still pretended to be careless and pushed me down.

I came to a bouquet of red roses and drove closer to smell it, then smacked my lips and shook my head.

"Why, don't you like roses?" Jiabao was amused by my funny look.

"I don't like it." I'll tell the truth.

"Why? Women like it all. I can tell you that if you pursue women, it's not okay not to send roses, no matter whether you like it or not. Unless you want to live alone for the rest of your life." Jiabao said while sorting out the bouquets.

"The rose, especially the red rose, is particularly tacky." I grinned and happened to be seen by Jiabao.

"Then tell me how vulgar the red roses are?! Are there other flowers that are better than roses?!" Maybe my words hit Jiabao's pain. It seems that this little girl likes red roses.

I smiled and pointed to a red rose in front of me and said, "There is nothing vulgar in this red, but the roses are originally restricted and fragrant. With this dark red color, it naturally looks vulgar. Of course, it is fine for ordinary women to like it, but if a woman likes this kind of flower with temperament and connotation, it would be a bit unreasonable."

I looked at Jiabao and saw a hint of panic and unwillingness flashing in her eyes. I realized that my previous guess was not rubbing. This woman really likes red roses.

"Then, what are you saying that flowers are better than roses?" Jiabao said anxiously.

I smiled and said, "It's more elegant than roses, it depends on what kind of people and temperament. Sunflowers are sunny all day long, golden and warm, suitable for those sunny women, those women who understand the connotation of the world, stay a little stubborn and a little crazy, but have deep love for the world. Iris, purple-colored and light, swaying with the wind, suitable for those elegant women, with a trace of sorrow, holding the fence and sighing with the hands. Daisy, small but calm, suitable for those indifferent women with their own outlook on life, knowing what is good and what is bad, and can withstand the wind and rain... Among the flowers, there is much more connotation than this red rose. Only this red rose, except for decoration, has no connotation of its own, only vulgarity."

Garbo and Katherine Hepburn were completely stunned. They didn't know that this seemingly ordinary flower contained so many truths.

"Then what kind of flowers do you think I'm suitable for?" Jiabao smiled.

"Rose." I said it simple.

"But Rose and Rose have similar appearances." Catherine Hepburn next to him asked with a frown.

When Jiabao heard Catherine Hepburn's words, he nodded vigorously, and then gave me a fierce look. He just criticized Hong Wengui to such a vulgarity, but used Rose as a rose to describe her, so she was naturally very unhappy.

I laughed: "Although roses and roses look similar at first glance, they are actually one in the sky and the other is low. Roses, with light pigment, and flowers are naturally spread out, especially white roses, pure and crystal clear. They spread out in the wilderness. Looking from afar, it seems like autumn frost has a layer of distantness and a layer of secularity. The Japanese have the first sentence to write roses, climbing the hills with sorrows, and the roses are white everywhere, and this is the case with women who fit the white roses."

"Climbing the hills with sorrows, the roses are white..." Jiabao muttered these two sentences in a low voice, his long eyelashes flashed to understand the meaning, and then he understood the reason why I compared her to white roses. His cheeks were flushed and his face was sweet.

"You have some reason, then tell me, what kind of flower is suitable for Heidi?" Jiabao bit me.

"Of course it's sunflower." I grinned.

"Where is Holkina?" It seems that Jiabao is determined to ask everyone.

"Holkina's personality is naturally suitable for daisies." When I said Holkina, I felt sweet. Although it may be less elegant than Heidi, Lenny, Garbo, and Holkina, the calmness and tenacity are something they don't have, which is why I like her the most.

"Where is Lenny?" Jiabao glared at me when he saw me mentioning Holgina and smiled so happily.

"Leni, Leni is suitable for me." I thought for a while and said.

"Zihua?!What do you say?" Jiabao was unexpectedly told that he would hear this answer. She guessed that I would definitely say lily or something.

I smiled slightly and said, "The green leaves of the seeds are strong and crisp. The petals are white and fragrant, but they are as rich as silk. The fragrance of the flowers is fragrant and direct. A seed is carried by your side. Just water it with clear water, and it is bright in the dark night, beautiful and pure. Do you think this kind of flower looks like Lenny?"

Jiabao was almost stunned when he heard this, then opened his mouth and continued to ask, "Where is Natalia?"

"Natalia?" I was stunned.

"Yes, what kind of flowers is suitable for Natalia?" Jiabao asked me with a smile.

This time, I asked a little bit.

"Tulips, red tulips." I whispered.

"Isn't the red tulip vulgar?" Jiabao blinked his eyes. I wonder if she said this intentionally or unintentionally.

"Of course it's not vulgar. The red tulips have gorgeous appearance and are fragrant, but they are tall and graceful, seemingly clustered, but they maintain an independent personality. They can withstand the cold. In Europe, the red tulips represent charm, grace and elegance. This kind of flower has a time of burning and luxuriousness, and has a fragile inner part. It's good to describe Natalia."

"You said Natalia is fragile? Why don't I think? I think Natalia is still in the arms business in a burgeoning manner, and has nothing to do with fragility." Jiabao objected.

I shrugged my shoulders: "When others are fragile, can you see it. Whether it is fragile or not is just my own feeling. Besides, this is just my thoughts."
To be continued...