September 7.
Most of the time, when people record turmoil, it is at the moment of giving. Gwyh was lost in distress... she didn't have a very clear idea of how and what should be done; often it was the of getting stuck, but the party was starting to be her sed form. Her head inning amidst the drinks, and she didn't quite remember where she was. Leonardo was dang with one of his friends, shouting into the sky; the nightclub was at its peak.
She approached to dah Leonardo and gave him a deep kiss; their bodies rubbed against each other, and Leonardo raised his hands and lowered her underwear to the floor, then leaned bad took a deep breath, ughing.
-Hey, give that back, - Gwyh said, still in a bad state, but she was attacked again with another kiss. Kate Moss was dang with some friends. Everything spun and blurred until her eyes lost the clear idea that something was happening.
She woke up the m on a broet, and without waiting any longer, she saw that the headache gave her a migraihe bed above was empty, and it was a plete mess—the disaster of how everything turned out the night before.
She desded the stairs and saw Leonardo dang with some others while they prepared a barbecue. They ughed and chatted. She smiled as she sat down and opened a beer.
Gwyh's days were not the best; they were days of alcohol, a struggle to fight depression, and her frequent use. Leonardo enjoyed himself and was always ready for the party, except when he had to film, but Leonardo was more talehan anything else.
But is reje something a woman ot fet? Perhaps it's that affe transformed into anger or pain, it's depression, but attag oo someone who is a heavyweight in the industry, talking is not good, and the way Billy directs people, his stant frontations, knows the businessman, the visionary, the inexperiehe actor, the animator, the friend, and bme him... she felt useless.
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Steven Spielberg was making the necessary shots to shape his Star Wars film alongside the entire produ. They traveled to Italy t different shots to life in various locations, near small deserts creative enough to breathe life into the film, above a CGI produ. The film tained a thousand and oails about everything good in ema. Spielberg's narrative shots, Gee Lucas's magic, Billy's money along with his ideas of the times, and his critical look at a product he no longer knows.
-Everything is going well, but I still have doubts. How did you mao vieven? His time is more valuable than gold, - Gee Lucas remarked.
-Money and some promises. I have to i 90 million in film produ and of course, a tract that we are dividing into parts for both DreamWorks and Lux Animation will have colborative projects, - Billy replied.
-Oh, the dream. So you decided to veo ema as well. I thought your video game campaign alone was enough to vince him, - remarked Gee Lucas.
-On the trary, I want Steven to teach me his tricks. People have been insistent, and I've been learning the intricacies of produ through regur reports and minor involvements, although ensively. I've had good mentors, - replied Billy.
-Ah, I see. You're preparing for old age already. Being a producer is something that suits you, but knowing direg is like the cutting edge; a good director bring out the best in anything, - responded Gee. They were walking through an Italiae re a high price, discussing as if the setting were desigo separate people—those dressed as droids and supp actors from a distance, among whom the main actors were rehearsing a separate script.
They tinued until they reached a grand promenade, almost a storeet extending 100 meters. From there, amidst a team of a thousand cameras and their notes, giant modules occupied at least oage. These recs could be seen as magnifit ses unfolded.
-For now, we shouldn't disturb, - ented Lucas.
The se had many angles, and from different perspectives, one could see the team in stant motion. The pace was grand, and in every er, ses were being filmed. Steven's idea was to py a true game; it had to be a genuine se. He used multiple shots of running from one side to the other, capturing actors sweating. It was incredible how everything unfolded ueven's magic. He had a rge monitor with multiple cameras, sipping coffee while barking orders over the radio. Everyone respoo his ands effitly. Doubles were also used frand sword-fighting ses, eborate journeys bad forth that seemed meticulously crafted, swords moving swiftly as experts chraphed majestic sequences with remarkable agility.
The only way to make it more real was by imposing time straints or perhaps facial expressions and postures—a way to make a se real.
-Cut,- said Steven.
-Now, film the queen's ses and put in some more effort, please. Don't make me repeat; we shot in one minute. Positions, please, - Steven instructed from the trol room. It was magnifit how everything moved under his and. Even Gee ehat directorial power without being present.
-Now then, sorry to disturb you. These kids are newers in the field, - Steven said, giving Billy a firm handshake.
-Great to see you. You're perhaps the person I've been looking for, - Spielberg ented again.
-I'll be with Gee. I have meetings with some panies, and we make good use of the time, - Billy replied, his mind tely occupied by two women—a very mature Monica Bellucci, and Panini, and the sed was Alice, the young blo was a strahought that always drew him—the sweetness of Alice was unfettable. She was turning a year older on December 5th.
-Oh, a dinner could be perfect. We have many matters to discuss, - Steven suggested.
-I uand, and here I am, - Billy affirmed.
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