Chapitre 74: Chapter 74 - Company Logo Animation
The next day, Eric still came to work early after a night of rest, and he didn't limp when walking. All the crew members had a tacit understanding and did not mention the incident that happened yesterday, but most of them didn't conceal their curiosity and speculation.
"Nicole, is Julia here?" Eric asked Nicole Frank who was pretending to debug the camera, in a low voice.
Nicole pointed at the makeup trailer and showed a sly smile on his face: "Miss Roberts came early, she's in the trailer."
Eric patted Nicole's shoulder and walked towards the trailer. Behind him, the crew members who were pretending to be busy looked at Eric's back.
"The director will not be angry, right?" A stage manager asked a colleague quietly.
"Who knows? But rest assured, the movie is almost done, he certainly will not replace the heroine. Hey, why do you think Miss Roberts kicked the director yesterday? With high heels too, he must've been in so much pain."
"You're asking me? I'm the one who is supposed to ask. But the relationship between the director and the actress must be close. I kind of like Miss Roberts, she is such a fierce girl."
"You came late and haven't seen Miss Roberts when she came in this morning, she looked distraught. I guess she did regret what she did last night."
Leaving the waves of whispers behind, Eric stepped into the trailer. Julia was sitting in front of a mirror, absent-mindedly letting Alison put the makeup foundation on her. When she saw Eric in the mirror, Julia's body suddenly slumped in the chair.
"Alison, please leave us for some time." Eric pointed to the door as he spoke to Alison.
Alison put down her make-up tools, looked anxiously at Julia, and turned to leave the trailer. Eric locked the trailer door and went to Julia's side. He pushed aside the cosmetic bottles, before leaning back on the table, and looked down at Julia.
The girl looked haggard. She lowered her head slightly, with teary eyes, afraid to look straight into Eric's eyes. Her hands, on her knees unconsciously rubbing and bunching her clothes.
Looking at the girl trembling with fear, Eric sighed, and took the lead to say: "Do you have anything to say? Like an apology maybe."
Her head hung even lower, bunching the clothes in her small fists, still stubbornly biting her lips without saying anything.
Eric reached out his hand to lift her chin, forcing Julia to look at his eyes, as he said with impatience in his voice: "Look at me and say something."
Their eyes met and Julia's body started visibly trembling. Looking at Eric's aggressive eyes, she thought of that night again. That night this hateful guy treated her just like this. She didn't know why, but the stubborn resistance in her heart instantly vanished. Instead, it produced a strange sense of expectation.
Eric withdrew his fingers, but Julia still kept her head up mechanically, her cheeks slightly red, and eyes filled with emotional fog.
Looking at each other for a few seconds, that blurred night's scenes once again emerged in Eric's mind. Unable to restrain his feelings, he once again stretched out his index finger, gently stroking the girl's cheek and red lips.
Julia silently groaned: Yes... that's it.
This time she did not remain passive, but gently opened her red lips and wrapped them around his finger, her small tongue flexibly wriggling around it. Then like a child, she started sucking Eric's index finger.
After a while, Eric could not help but probe the girl's mouth with his thumb, catching the flexible little tongue and pinching it. Eric suddenly recovered, embarrassed at his own blunder, and pulled out a paper towel to wipe clean his wet fingers. With a guilty conscience, he looked at the girl with an uncertain look: "Well, I seem to... understand what the problem is."
Julia leaned forward, her head leaning on Eric's lower abdomen, with her little hands sliding up to Eric's belt, about to move things to the next level. Eric reached out and prevented the move: "Julia, not here. There are dozens of people waiting for us outside."
"I... I don't care. " Julia gasped softly, her hand movements still continuing.
Eric raised his hand to give the girl a little slap to wake her up but suddenly remembered that this would not wake the girl up. Instead, it would ignite and increase her passion. Thinking about what to do, Eric went to the trailer door and pulled it open. The bright light and the voices of the surrounding crew members seeped inside.
Eric turned around and looked at Julia, her eyes had started to restore some clarity. Fortunately, her instinctive sense of shame helped resist her emotions. That was a good thing, she wasn't completely gone.
"Well, Julia, about what happened yesterday? Let's wait until the film is over. For this, I-I'm sorry, but you might need some psychotherapy."
Although Julia is 22 years old, she did not fully understand what Eric's last word meant. She only finished high school and did not accumulate a few decades of knowledge like Eric.
However, she was still in her submissive mood so she obediently nodded her head. At the same time, hearing the word psychotherapy, and then thinking of what she just did, Julia understood that she may have some problems.
"Can you tell me what's going on?" Julia tidied up her messy clothes and asked.
Eric returned to Julia's side and saw a strand of hair hanging down her forehead. He wanted to lift it up but stopped his hand, "I'm sorry, Julia, you may be suffering from a mild Stockholm Syndrome."
Julia looked confused, she only knew that Stockholm was the capital of Sweden. But when she saw Eric's guilty and awkward appearance, Julia did not pursue the subject any further.
Some crew members saw Eric soon come out from the trailer and showed a look of disappointment. The trailer rented by the crew was not large. If a man and a woman were to do anything but speak in there, the trailer would surely start shaking. Unfortunately, such a thing did not happen, and the people who were looking forward to some gossip were disappointed.
"What are you guys doing? Get ready to work." Eric was feeling guilty, and seeing everyone's unscrupulous stares made him angry. "Alison, where are you hiding? Quickly go fix the makeup. Nicole, Why hasn't the camera dolly track been paved? Don't you want to do it? Alan, where's my director chair..."
With Eric's roar, all the crew members moved quickly, and another busy day of filming began.
...
That afternoon Jeffrey returned from New York. He immediately came to inform Eric, that the production of the Firefly company animated logo had been completed. After a day of shooting, Eric met with Pixar's employee at the firefly headquarters.
"Eric, this is Mr. John Lasseter, Pixar's chief creative officer. John, this is Eric." with Jeffrey's introduction, the two men shook hands.
"Mr. Lasseter, I'm sorry to keep you waiting." Eric apologized. He had arrived at the Firefly headquarters at 4 p.m. and had to wait until 7 p.m. to see Eric. But at this time John did not dare to complain, because every single business they can get now is extremely important to the survival of the studio.
"It doesn't matter, Mr. Williams. I think we should take a look at the animation of the company's logo that you commissioned."
"Of course" Eric nodded, and the three of them went to the firefly's showroom, where John himself put the videotape in the projector.
On the screen, a little girl wearing a red hoodie holding a glass bottle, standing in the dark wilderness under the night sky. The girl opened the lid of the glass bottle, A firefly in the bottle shook its wings several times, and quickly got out of the glass bottle, flow in the air and draw a "Firefly Film" in light, before flying further and further away, and finally turned into the brightest star in the starry sky.
The full length of the logo animation is about 30 seconds, and it was repeated several times. Eric frowned and said: "Mr. Lasseter, isn't the movement of the little girl too rigid?"
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