September 4.

  Building a massive film studio for produ erhaps one of the most incredible iments Gee Lucas had ever observed. The fact that the idea came from a novice, an aspiring filmmaker, was simply magnifit. All the shots, including those on the green s, would have a shorter turnaround time than initially suggested.

  A young Natalie, just 15 years old, was chosen over Rachel after numerous auditions. She he role of Padmé alongside a young Anakin, and they began shooting most of the ses. The atmosphere was sensational, plete with a pod rag mae on the fourth floor of the 20,000-square-meter building. This setup proved to be the most cost-effective way to deliver Star Wars to the fans. The final installment was sted for filming in 2003, while the sed would start filming in 1999 and be delivered by early 2001.

  -Natalie, for the akes, you o embody both queenly grad the mannerisms of a handmaiden. Try l yaze, move with less ess, and make yestures more casual, less delicate, - eeven Spielberg, a director of unparalleled quality, gathering all actors precisely where they o be for the shots across the e.

  -Yes, director, - replied the young 15-year-old girl. Just twenty meters away, her parents, especially her mother, were o ensuring everythi smoothly. Since 1994, their ordinary family life has transformed into oouched by extraordinary success in Natalie's burgeoning career. With limited shooting hours of six per day, Natalie had to manage her time wisely.

  Every shot held deep significe; Spielberg's lens expertly captured magical details, narrating stories with top-tier quality. Sing the e, he quickly took another shot. With only a few more takes left, they would soon fly to Italy to capture ses of the pad the "Republic of Naboo."

  Meanwhile, Raimon was following the entire process, finding it magnifit. He approached the er where Gee Lucas was reading a ic book about Billy.

  -Hey, Gee, when do you think my shots will be taken? - Raimon asked.

  -Well, since you haven't lost a, you'll o wear a e. You be part of the Naboo tribe; those ses will be shot week, - Gee Lucas replied.

  Raimon sighed; he had to make it work somehow. His urgency was clear, and Lucas simply nodded without giving further approval. - You'll have plenty of other opportunities. Remember to shed some weight if you want to py a soldier or a Jedi, - Lucas added.

  -Got it, - Raimon replied, cursing his addi to pizzas and sweets.

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  Here's the revised English version based on your text:

  The recs for "Time to Kill" had ed up, and holed up in a small hotel, Billy typically used his time to catch up on ahead ics of One Pieow in produ and nearing its 76th chapter. Occasionally, they had a brief moment to py cards; Oliver Ptt, Kiefer Suthernd, Ashley Judd, and Sandra often gathered for poker, sometimes joined by the amusing Samuel.

  -Billy, want to join us for poker? - Oliver Ptt asked.

  -Sure, I'd be gd to, - Billy replied.

  The nights at the hotel were long, and Billy's right hand was spicuously marked with bk from the stant use of pencils, markers, and other tools for ic development. For now, he was only sketg in bd white, leaving the c to others, but it was tailor-made.

  -The shoots were long, - Chris sympathetically eo Billy, who had spent the st ten hours in the courthouse during the st round of recs. Upon opening the door, Samuel, Donald, and Kiefer Suthernd's eyes were fixed on Billy.

  -Ah, Billy, hope you're on point, but here we bet in dolrs, - Donald Suthernd remarked.

  Billy smiled; it was the first time they were betting in the presence of women—they had settled for mere ts before, but now minimum chips were in dolrs. Pames, like many games of ce, require solid capital to be at the table. In this poker petition, each person started with 5,000 chips, and chips began to accumute on the winning tables until they were all used, but in other sectors, such luck was based on how much you have or are willing to py.

  -How much are you willing to go? - Oliver Ptt asked.

  -Two hundred is fine, - Billy replied.

  -I'm going for 300, - Samuel replied, with a smirk. Pushing the 100 bills onto the table.

  -Three hu is, - Billy replied, jokingly. - Where do I sign? -

  He tried to make an i face, a simple expression he used when he was a child to deceive his father and other people in his fantastic bets, but for now, he only bet on the Bulls a everything in the air.

  -What do you mean, kid? - Donald asked.

  -Yeah, it's 300,000. I don't carry all that cash, but I write a check, - Billy replied.

  Samuel's face fell, and he grimaced because 300,000 was a big payout for a simple pht. Even Ptt was frozen, along with Kiefer. Donald, who saw the sparkle in the game, ughed aloud.

  -Wait, wait, it's just a pame. You don't have to e here and tell us now that you're rich betting, - Samuel said grumpily. In his head, he was already thinking what his wife would say if she found out he lost in poker, su amount of money. Las Vegas had been a forbiddeination for a long time.

  -Ah, don't give me that look. It's always good to ask, - Billy replied, biting his tongue.

  -I don't want to py anymore, - Samuel ented.

  -e on, buddy, it's just 300, - Billy urged.

  They started a game while everyone drank beer and talked about the day. They were good fellows, somewhat calm and not saying much, and they all had something to say. The bets did not exceed 5, and it was more of a time for sharing, but the pressure at the table was different. Billy used his charming nguage, subtly hinting at the hand he had, and did not let his good hands slip away, even if they were good actors, his body nguage left much to be desired; for example, Donald stuck out his tongue when he had a bad hand, and Ptt tried to hide the good hands with a pyful gesture, but his ay was clear that he had a winning hand.