With her hands on her back, Natalie stood quietly behind the camera, and occasionally the corner of her eyes would float past Roman Polanski. To be honest, she thought the other person was much better than Michael Beck and the like. Although the movies she made were dark and cold, they had great thoughtful depth.

Maybe that's why Ryan chose him?

Thinking of this, Natalie shook her head. With that guy's personality, I'm afraid that he did this to maximize the profits of the movie.

However, Natalie didn't care. As long as he was good to himself and to his friends around him, that would be enough. Who cares about these outsiders!

Then, her eyes returned to her lover sitting in front of the piano. Her light brown hair had long turned black and was about to fall to her shoulders. Her messy black fake beard was not much different from her. Her sunken cheeks and her chest were almost close to her back. She looked even more miserable than the homeless man on the streets of New York.

He suffered a lot for this movie. To be honest, he is definitely one of the most dedicated actors in Hollywood, and even she is inferior to that.

Thinking of the news that he deliberately created some time ago, Natalie suddenly regretted that he was tired enough to shoot this movie and had to stop these troubles for him. He was really very, very good to him, so good that she could hardly find any fault.

The only problem is that the two meet a little less often, but this is the common enemy of all couples in Hollywood. One person is in Los Angeles and one person is his choice.

The sound of the dingdong piano interrupted Natalie's thoughts. Ryan's thin ten fingers that even the joints protruded, fell on the black and white keys like a dance, and the familiar tunes and rhythms floated in the house.

Slowly biting his lower lip, Natalie felt her face hot because this was Chopin's fourth waltz.

This guy! I will definitely make you look good when I return to the hotel! Natalie instantly threw away what she thought just now, and her hands clenched into small fists behind her back.

As Roman Polansky behind the camera called to start in person, Natalie took back her mind and focused on the scene.

Ryan's performance was what she cared most about at this time.

I saw my lover sitting in front of the piano. Under the eyes of the German official, he lowered his head and was silent for a while. After slowly putting his hands on the black and white keys, a Chopin's etude sounded. He seemed to want to use this method to regain the long-lost feeling.

Then the sound of the piano became the first narrative song in Chopin's G minor, but the tune was extremely obscure and could not be said to be smooth, just like someone who hadn't been in contact with the piano for a long time. He suddenly played it when he touched the keys.

How could this happen? Natalie frowned. Even if Ryan threw the music aside, she would not have regressed to such a situation?

When her eyes glanced at Ryan's messy hair and De** again, she suddenly realized.

Natalie has read every script written by Ryan himself, and "The Pianist" is no exception.

Isn't it? According to Spearman's situation at that time, how could he play smooth music from the beginning after escaping for so long?

The piano music became smoother and Natalie pursed her lips. This seemed to be the best Ryan played in recent years, right? Unfortunately, during the filming of the movie, he seemed to be playing this song with his heart...

No! Natalie rejected what she thought just now, Ryan... This is a piano piece from Spearman's perspective, which seems to integrate the escape, sadness, suffering and confusion over the past few years, and the fear of the German official at this moment into this Chopin's first narrative song in G minor.

Natalie could only see ten thin fingers flying on the black and white keys, and the piano music flowing in the room, rolling and choking, and the whole audience was silent, as if afraid of disturbing the person in front of the piano.

The last note finally fell. The room was still quiet, and Natalie could hear Ryan's breathing.

“Great!”

Roman Polansky stood up from behind the camera, very excited. "Great performance, great performance, Ryan, you can always make unexpected performances!"

As soon as Polansky finished speaking, everyone in the crew clapped his palms, Natalie wrinkled her nose, and he...he really deserved the warm applause.

"Thanks!"

Ryan stood up from the piano, greeted Polansky, and walked to Natalie, "Oh, I didn't expect this to be over in one go."

"Do you want me to praise you, Ryan?" After the hidden gesture, Natalie followed him into the dressing room, stood aside, watching Ryan take off her makeup, "Okay, I admit, your performance just now is really outstanding."

"Why are you here?" Ryan didn't answer Natalie's words, and he was very curious about her sudden arrival here.

"Nothing, those reporters were so annoying, so I hid out." Natalie looked at several makeup artists, all of whom were used by Jenkins Films, and continued, "I hid in school and didn't come out. They went to Long Island to harass my dad and mom. Dad was very angry, and then..."

Ryan sighed. Although the conflict between Natalie and her father was far from uncontrollable, she kept making trouble and occasionally quarreled. He heard Scarlett say that it seemed that Mr. Efner wanted Natalie to give up her as an actor and make a choice after she finished her normal college.

Unfortunately, like her father, Natalie is also a very stubborn person.

"Wait, Nat, it's going to be done soon."

After taking off the beard from his face, changing back to his clothes, and smoothing out his messy hair, Ryan took Natalie directly to the car.

"Have you booked a hotel?" Ryan asked.

"No, I got off the plane and called George and came here directly." Natalie looked back and saw that her two female assistants had already gotten into other cars and followed.

"Okay, stay in the same hotel as the crew."

George, who was sitting in the passenger seat, quickly dialed a number and quickly got Natalie's room.

But after Ryan walked onto the floor under the crew, he saw a very, very unexpected person, a little guy who shouldn't have appeared here at all.

"Ryan!" Taylor ran out of a corner and almost rushed to his side.

"Taylor? Why are you here?" Ryan hugged her hard, and couldn't help but turn to look at Natalie, "Nat, did you bring Alison here?"

No, Natalie is not eighteen years old yet, and it is not ordinary difficult to bring a child like Taylor out of the country.

"No." Natalie had already shook her head, "Hey, little guy, didn't you see me?"

"Hello, Nat." Taylor hugged Natally firmly again, "I miss you all, Nat."

"Who brought you here?" Ryan already had a bad premonition.

Perhaps the noise in the corridor was too loud, and the door to a luxurious suite suddenly opened, "Taylor, where are you running again? Ryan should be quick..."

Ryan looked at Natalie, then looked at the tall figure walking out of the door, and couldn't help but tremble. What's going on? Why do you like to play with sudden attacks?

The woman who walked out was tall and slender, recovered her red and golden hair, and curled it again, and her light blue eyes narrowed thin and long. Who else wouldn't be Nicole? Kidman?

"Nicole? It turned out that you brought Taylor." Ryan rubbed Taylor's curly hair, "When did you arrive? Why didn't you notify me?"

"I arrived more than two hours ago. I heard that you were filming the last few scenes, so I didn't go to disturb me. I just asked the company's people to pick me up to the hotel." Nicole's eyebrows trembled, and his eyes moved from Ryan to Natalie, "Nat, are you here to visit Ryan's class?"

"She just arrived today, too." Ryan was speaking.

"Hello, Nicole, I haven't seen each other for a long time." The two women did not shorten the distance between them, but just greeted them lightly.

It was probably a long time since we met, and Nicole's eyes always fell on Natalie. Once there was a real gap between women, it was always difficult to eliminate. Because of Ryan's relationship, although the two of them would not have conflicts, their former friendship had long disappeared over time.

Ryan doesn't want to be stalemate here. Both are smart women, and even God can't guess what they will think and do.

"Nicole, I'll take Nat to the room first." Ryan pointed to another corridor.

"Well~" Nicole nodded. Even though she didn't like it, the other party was Ryan's best friend since she was a child.

"Taylor, come?" Natalie turned her head before leaving.

The little blonde curly looked at her, then looked at Nicole again, scratching her head. She always felt something was wrong, but she couldn't figure out why, and finally took Nicole's hand, "I haven't taken a shower yet, Nat."

"Okay." The brown eyes flashed, Natalie followed Ryan, and Taylor's voice sounded behind her, "Nate, can we have supper together?"

"Okay." Natalie agreed without thinking.

And in front of her, Ryan's face was almost turned into bitter gourd. He sighed and could only walk forward with his teeth.

In the past, Ryan had never encountered such a problem. Whether it was Nicole or Natalie, they would make it clear before visiting the set. After all, the crew is mobile most of the time, and the shooting locations often change.

This time, Natalie obviously had a quarrel with her father. She was depressed and flew to Poland. Nicole took a private plane and could come at any time as long as she applied for a good route.

This should be a coincidence.

After walking out of Natalie's room, Ryan quickly analyzed the encounter today.

Yes, there is that little guy. She invited Natalie to have dinner together and would definitely pull Nicole with her. Nicole probably wouldn't refuse her love for her.
Chapter completed!