Eric immediately understood why the little girl was there; she must have been brought by Donald Trump, but the staff around were also negligent; even if they let the little one stay, they shouldn't have let her touch the film equipment.
Just when he was about to scold a few staff members who acted as if nothing had happened, the walkie-talkie crackled: "Eric, is everything ready? Can we start now?"
"Oh, of course," Eric replied, temporarily putting the matter aside and hurrying to put on his headphones and go behind the monitor.
The camera starts rolling, and Kevin walks into the hotel lobby, looking around, and starts walking towards the lobby this way, the camera also follows the boy's movements, step by step, backing away slowly.
"Cut, Nicholas, what's going on there? Didn't you notice that the camera was a bit off? Let's do it again!" Eric shouted into his walkie talkie after only a few steps.
From the intercom came a sorry from Nicholas, and then it took two minutes for everyone, including the cast, to reposition themselves before shooting could resume.
"Cut," Royce said, "That guy in the blue knitted jacket that you're responsible for, get him to concentrate. Unbelievable that someone would be looking at the camera lens. If it happens again, kick him out and make him start over!"
"Cut..."
"Cut..."
Eric had retried the mistake countless times and was about to start again when Nicholas's voice came through the intercom: "Eric, I'm losing strength, I can't do it anymore."
Eric froze, then realized that this time there was no track for the camera, but Nicholas was following him with a heavy camera in his hand.
Reiko reluctantly took off her headphones and said to the stage manager beside her, "Pass on the message. Everyone take a ten-minute break."
Eric sighed with relief and said, "Well, Ivanka, I apologize for not calling you Miss Trump."
"You're so stupid, you can't even get one shot right after taking it so many times," Eric just sat down on the director's chair. Evan, who had been lurking around him, said this as he received the cup of water handed over by the assistant.
Eric just spat out the mouthful of water he had just drunk. The sudden situation scared the little girl next to him.
Eric coughed a few times and then said, "Ivanka, don't you see, this has nothing to do with me."
The little Lolita stuck her hands in her pockets, pouting, and said haughtily, "Sir, please call me Miss Trump."
Eric felt a black line appear on his head, and he instantly remembered the famous line, "Please call me Queen." Just as he was about to say something, Nicholas, Stewart, and some other important crew members also came over.
"Daddy." Ivanka saw her father appear and walked towards Donald, grabbing his hand.
Eric sighed with relief and said, "Well, Ivanka, I apologize for not calling you Miss Trump."
Donald just saw Erica talking with his daughter, so he curiously asked, "Ivanka, what were you talking about with Eric?"
"Nothing really. You kept praising him so much and all, but I've been watching for so long and he can't even shoot a simple walking scene properly. He's far worse than the directors you've taken me to see before."
Eric had not yet reacted, but the expression on Nicholas' face was already contorted. Because of the shot just now, most of the mistakes were made by his photographer, and now Eric was being mocked by a little girl in front of so many people.
"Eric. I'm sorry," Nicholas said apologetically to Eric.
"It's okay, we all know this shot isn't easy." Eric patted Nicholas on the shoulder comfortingly: "Why don't you take a break, get someone to massage your arms for a bit, and try again in ten minutes. If it still doesn't work, let's film other shots first."
Nicholas nodded and turned away.
"Are you Kevin?" Eric quickly heard the voice of the little girl.
"Actually, my name is Stewart Lancaster," Stewart said as he ran into someone his age in the crowd. He made the introduction himself.
"I heard you're also eight years old, why are you so much shorter than me?" The little girl cutely approached Stu, her small hands brushing his head. She pointed to her own nose.
Stu, because he was precocious, had a nascent awareness of his sexuality as a boy, so when he was ridiculed by a pretty little Lolita for being short, he was unwilling and retorted, "I'm sure I'll be taller than you in the future."
"You are not taller than me now, so what are you talking about in the future?"
Suddenly a group of people burst out laughing, although Donald Trump was also laughing. He held his daughter and said, "Ivanka, don't be so rude. Actually, Stu is also very powerful. He shot a movie last year."
"What's so great about that? Just walking around like that, I can act too," Ivanka retorted indignantly.
"Come on, let's see you perform," Stu immediately seized the opportunity. The little fellow, though only eight years old, also knew that performing was not so easy.
"Um..." Ivanka looked around, then fixed her gaze on Eric: "Mr. Williams, can I try out that shot just now?" No longer using formal language, the little girl asked for help.
Eric shrugged: "I'm sorry, Miss Trump, our photographer is on a break."
"What about you, You're a director; why aren't you directing?"
"Me?" Eric asked doubtfully.
"Yeah, you don't expect me to believe that you can't do anything else other than directing, do you?" Ivanka said with a mocking tone.
Besides the director, nothing else can be done...
That phrase from the little Lolita is really powerful.
Although the staff members who had been around Eric for a long time were absolutely multi-faceted directors, when he heard the little loli's words, he couldn't help but laugh and tease her.
"Eric, show her what you can do."
"Mr. Williams, you can't let this young lady see you getting scolded."
"Director, I'll help you drag the cable for what you just said."
"......"
Amid the humming and clamoring, Eric pounded his hands in distress: "Quiet, everyone! Be quiet! Don't forget where we are!"
As everyone gradually calmed down, Eric turned to the little girl and said, "Miss Trump, are you sure you want to try it?"
Ivanka raised her chin: "Of course."
"Okay then," Eric said, "you just saw Stu's performance on the monitor, so there's no need for me to tell you how to perform, right?"
"Hmm," the little girl nodded, then repeated: "I came in from the main entrance, asked my father for directions at the second corridor, and then walked here."
"That sounds good, let's do it"
Since it was a play during the intermission, the cast naturally did not have to rehearse. However, Donald Trump was evidently very pleased with his daughter's performance, so he asked to take part in the filming. He also requested that Eric keep the film and convert it into a videotape as a souvenir.
In the entrance hall, Ivanka saw a large crowd of people behind Eric with a camera, and although she tried to stay calm, the flashing lights betrayed the little girl's confusion.
"Miss Trump, Act One, Scene One!" The stage manager slammed the clapperboard and quickly stepped aside.
The little Lolita quickly blinked her eyes, looking at the camera lens and the crowd looking at her, feeling a slight numbness in her limbs, but still stubbornly lifted her feet and walked forward, copying Stu's movements, looking left and right. But these actions only lasted for a few moments, and Ivanka felt she couldn't take it anymore, and her steps quickened.
So, she kept walking to the second corridor, saw her father encouragingly looking at her from outside the lens, and Ivanka, as if seeing a savior, perhaps only her father could give her a sense of security at that moment. Without hesitation, the little girl ran towards her father, tears streaming down her face, with a faint sobbing voice: "Daddy, I won't act anymore."
---
Nick, how about this, We shoot the scenes in the first and second corridors separately, which will increase the chances of success and save us some trouble.
Although Ivanka had run away halfway, Eric still took the camera and looked through the empty lens. At the same time, he found that it was not an easy job to shoot this lens, and there was still post-production, so it was better to divide it into two parts. Therefore, after Nicholas had rested, Eric did not start shooting immediately but negotiated again with the photographer.
In front of the two people was a simple map of the Plaza Hotel.
Eric pointed with a pencil, saying, "From here to here, we'll do the first shot, and then the next shot will start here and go all the way to the hall."
Nicholas mulled over Eric's words and said, "So, the group performance will have to be divided into two parts too?"
"Hmm, that shouldn't be a problem. I can arrange it in ten minutes, and Stuart shouldn't have a problem either. It mainly comes down to you; how do you feel about it now?"
"No problem for me," Nicholas shook his hand. "If we break it into two parts, it's no problem."
"Okay, then let's do it," Eric said, looking up and addressing the people around him, "You heard it too, everyone go and get ready, ten minutes."
After everyone dispersed, Eric returned to his director's chair. At this time, Ivanka was holding a box of undeveloped film in her arms, like a little phoenix that had been drenched in rain, her face was dejected, and she was no longer the sharp-tongued little Lolita she had just been. Donald Trump was also sitting next to his daughter, quietly comforting her.
Eric immediately understood why the little girl was there; she must have been brought by Donald Trump, but the staff around were also negligent; even if they let the little one stay, they shouldn't have let her touch the film equipment.
Just when he was about to scold a few staff members who acted as if nothing had happened, the walkie-talkie crackled: "Eric, is everything ready? Can we start now?"
"Oh, of course," Eric replied, temporarily putting the matter aside and hurrying to put on his headphones and go behind the monitor.
The camera starts rolling, and Kevin walks into the hotel lobby, looking around, and starts walking towards the lobby this way, the camera also follows the boy's movements, step by step, backing away slowly.
"Cut, Nicholas, what's going on there? Didn't you notice that the camera was a bit off? Let's do it again!" Eric shouted into his walkie talkie after only a few steps.
From the intercom came a sorry from Nicholas, and then it took two minutes for everyone, including the cast, to reposition themselves before shooting could resume.
"Cut," Royce said, "That guy in the blue knitted jacket that you're responsible for, get him to concentrate. Unbelievable that someone would be looking at the camera lens. If it happens again, kick him out and make him start over!"
"Cut..."
"Cut..."
Eric had retried the mistake countless times and was about to start again when Nicholas's voice came through the intercom: "Eric, I'm losing strength, I can't do it anymore."
Eric froze, then realized that this time there was no track for the camera, but Nicholas was following him with a heavy camera in his hand.
Reiko reluctantly took off her headphones and said to the stage manager beside her, "Pass on the message. Everyone take a ten-minute break."
Eric sighed with relief and said, "Well, Ivanka, I apologize for not calling you Miss Trump."
"You're so stupid, you can't even get one shot right after taking it so many times," Eric just sat down on the director's chair. Evan, who had been lurking around him, said this as he received the cup of water handed over by the assistant.
Eric just spat out the mouthful of water he had just drunk. The sudden situation scared the little girl next to him.
Eric coughed a few times and then said, "Ivanka, don't you see, this has nothing to do with me."
The little Lolita stuck her hands in her pockets, pouting, and said haughtily, "Sir, please call me Miss Trump."
Eric felt a black line appear on his head, and he instantly remembered the famous line, "Please call me Queen." Just as he was about to say something, Nicholas, Stewart, and some other important crew members also came over.
"Daddy." Ivanka saw her father appear and walked towards Donald, grabbing his hand.
Eric sighed with relief and said, "Well, Ivanka, I apologize for not calling you Miss Trump."
Donald just saw Erica talking with his daughter, so he curiously asked, "Ivanka, what were you talking about with Eric?"
"Nothing really. You kept praising him so much and all, but I've been watching for so long and he can't even shoot a simple walking scene properly. He's far worse than the directors you've taken me to see before."
Eric had not yet reacted, but the expression on Nicholas' face was already contorted. Because of the shot just now, most of the mistakes were made by his photographer, and now Eric was being mocked by a little girl in front of so many people.
"Eric. I'm sorry," Nicholas said apologetically to Eric.
"It's okay, we all know this shot isn't easy." Eric patted Nicholas on the shoulder comfortingly: "Why don't you take a break, get someone to massage your arms for a bit, and try again in ten minutes. If it still doesn't work, let's film other shots first."
Nicholas nodded and turned away.
"Are you Kevin?" Eric quickly heard the voice of the little girl.
"Actually, my name is Stewart Lancaster," Stewart said as he ran into someone his age in the crowd. He made the introduction himself.
"I heard you're also eight years old, why are you so much shorter than me?" The little girl cutely approached Stu, her small hands brushing his head. She pointed to her own nose.
Stu, because he was precocious, had a nascent awareness of his sexuality as a boy, so when he was ridiculed by a pretty little Lolita for being short, he was unwilling and retorted, "I'm sure I'll be taller than you in the future."
"You are not taller than me now, so what are you talking about in the future?"
Suddenly a group of people burst out laughing, although Donald Trump was also laughing. He held his daughter and said, "Ivanka, don't be so rude. Actually, Stu is also very powerful. He shot a movie last year."
"What's so great about that? Just walking around like that, I can act too," Ivanka retorted indignantly.
"Come on, let's see you perform," Stu immediately seized the opportunity. The little fellow, though only eight years old, also knew that performing was not so easy.
"Um..." Ivanka looked around, then fixed her gaze on Eric: "Mr. Williams, can I try out that shot just now?" No longer using formal language, the little girl asked for help.
Eric shrugged: "I'm sorry, Miss Trump, our photographer is on a break."
"What about you, You're a director; why aren't you directing?"
"Me?" Eric asked doubtfully.
"Yeah, you don't expect me to believe that you can't do anything else other than directing, do you?" Ivanka said with a mocking tone.
Besides the director, nothing else can be done...
That phrase from the little Lolita is really powerful.
Although the staff members who had been around Eric for a long time were absolutely multi-faceted directors, when he heard the little loli's words, he couldn't help but laugh and tease her.
"Eric, show her what you can do."
"Mr. Williams, you can't let this young lady see you getting scolded."
"Director, I'll help you drag the cable for what you just said."
"......"
Amid the humming and clamoring, Eric pounded his hands in distress: "Quiet, everyone! Be quiet! Don't forget where we are!"
As everyone gradually calmed down, Eric turned to the little girl and said, "Miss Trump, are you sure you want to try it?"
Ivanka raised her chin: "Of course."
"Okay then," Eric said, "you just saw Stu's performance on the monitor, so there's no need for me to tell you how to perform, right?"
"Hmm," the little girl nodded, then repeated: "I came in from the main entrance, asked my father for directions at the second corridor, and then walked here."
"That sounds good, let's do it"
Since it was a play during the intermission, the cast naturally did not have to rehearse. However, Donald Trump was evidently very pleased with his daughter's performance, so he asked to take part in the filming. He also requested that Eric keep the film and convert it into a videotape as a souvenir.
In the entrance hall, Ivanka saw a large crowd of people behind Eric with a camera, and although she tried to stay calm, the flashing lights betrayed the little girl's confusion.
"Miss Trump, Act One, Scene One!" The stage manager slammed the clapperboard and quickly stepped aside.
The little Lolita quickly blinked her eyes, looking at the camera lens and the crowd looking at her, feeling a slight numbness in her limbs, but still stubbornly lifted her feet and walked forward, copying Stu's movements, looking left and right. But these actions only lasted for a few moments, and Ivanka felt she couldn't take it anymore, and her steps quickened.
So, she kept walking to the second corridor, saw her father encouragingly looking at her from outside the lens, and Ivanka, as if seeing a savior, perhaps only her father could give her a sense of security at that moment. Without hesitation, the little girl ran towards her father, tears streaming down her face, with a faint sobbing voice: "Daddy, I won't act anymore."
---
Nick, how about this, We shoot the scenes in the first and second corridors separately, which will increase the chances of success and save us some trouble.
Although Ivanka had run away halfway, Eric still took the camera and looked through the empty lens. At the same time, he found that it was not an easy job to shoot this lens, and there was still post-production, so it was better to divide it into two parts. Therefore, after Nicholas had rested, Eric did not start shooting immediately but negotiated again with the photographer.
In front of the two people was a simple map of the Plaza Hotel.
Eric pointed with a pencil, saying, "From here to here, we'll do the first shot, and then the next shot will start here and go all the way to the hall."
Nicholas mulled over Eric's words and said, "So, the group performance will have to be divided into two parts too?"
"Hmm, that shouldn't be a problem. I can arrange it in ten minutes, and Stuart shouldn't have a problem either. It mainly comes down to you; how do you feel about it now?"
"No problem for me," Nicholas shook his hand. "If we break it into two parts, it's no problem."
"Okay, then let's do it," Eric said, looking up and addressing the people around him, "You heard it too, everyone go and get ready, ten minutes."
After everyone dispersed, Eric returned to his director's chair. At this time, Ivanka was holding a box of undeveloped film in her arms, like a little phoenix that had been drenched in rain, her face was dejected, and she was no longer the sharp-tongued little Lolita she had just been. Donald Trump was also sitting next to his daughter, quietly comforting her.
