Chapter 79: :training class
"Mr. Hardy, do you think my performance is okay?" Tyler gasped slightly.
"Your ballet is beautiful." Hardy gave a fair answer.
The girl rolled her big eyes, and gathered up the courage to tentatively ask: "Mom said that there is a character in Mr. Hardy's movie. I want to ask, is the movie you want to make the same story that I told me before?"
"You are looking for a 13 or 4 year old girl, do you want to play Matilda?"
"Yes, why, do you want to act?" Hardy asked.
"Yes, of course."
Taylor couldn't help nodding.
When she heard Hardy tell the story, Taylor found it interesting, and the girl's role was very tense and challenging. If she could play well, she would definitely be a brilliant role.
But then Hardy shook his head.
Taylor was taken aback.
Thought Hardy rejected himself.
She asked intermittently, "Mr. Hardy, what do you think is inappropriate for me? I still have a lot of talents to show, why don't I perform a drama for you?"
Taylor knew,
It is definitely an extremely rare opportunity now. Mom has already told her that Mr. Hardy may invite the director of Hitchcock to be the director of this film, and will cooperate with MGM, and Matilda is The heroine, the real heroine with a lot of roles, she didn't want to give up.
"I just told you Matilda's story. Do you think there is something in common between the two of you?" Hardy asked.
Taylor thought for a moment in a daze.
Then he shook his head in frustration.
Matilda is a child who grew up in a slum. Her father is a gangster drug dealer and her mother is a girl. The family is very unhappy, and she has suffered a lot from snacks.
She always has wounds on her face.
It was beaten by my mother and by my sister.
"Taylor, have you noticed that you always have an arrogant temperament, which is very far from Matilda."
"I doubt you can perform this role well."
Tyler lowered his head.
Because she thought Hardy was right.
The temperament of himself and Matilda are too bad.
He shook his lips vigorously.
Tyler looked up, and Hardy noticed a layer of moisture on her big eyes.
The girl is going to cry.
But he was trying hard to endure it.
"Mr. Hardy, I am willing to work hard to change the role, can you give me a chance?" the girl said in a pleading tone.
"Change, I'm afraid it will take some pain, are you willing?" Hardy asked.
"Yes, I am not afraid of hardship."
Taylor gritted his teeth.
"Taylor, call your mother here." Hardy said.
Taylor thought that Hardy had rejected him, and walked to his mother a little desperately. Sarah saw tears in her daughter's eyes, as if she was about to cry, and quickly asked what was going on.
Taylor repeated Hardy's words to his mother.
"Mr. Hardy said that my temperament is very different from that of the protagonist. I said that I am willing to work hard to change. Mr. Hardy did not answer. Let me come and call you over."
Sara took her daughter's hand and came to Hardy.
"Mr. Hardy, Isha is a very hardworking child, and she is also very smart. Can you give her a chance?"
Sara continued to intercede for her daughter.
Because she knew this was a very rare opportunity.
Hardy did not refuse this time.
It was a fake.
Looking at Taylor again, "You are really willing to work hard. Maybe you will have to suffer a lot in the process, and you have to learn a lot."
Taylor heard Hardy's tone, as if to give her a chance, and immediately said excitedly: "Mr. Hardy, I am willing to work hard. I am not afraid of hardship."
Sarah also interceded next to her.
"Mr. Hardy, please give Salad a chance. She is really smart."
Look at the appearance of the mother and daughter.
Hardy said heartily.
Is it bullying the little girl like this?
Do not,
I am saving her.
Hardy looked at Taylor and said:
"In this way, the film is still in preparation. I am afraid it will take a few months before the filming officially starts. If you are not afraid of hardship, I can train you during this time."
The girl was surprised.
"I am not afraid of hardship, I am willing to accept Mr. Hardy's training."
Sarah, Taylor's mother next to him, also followed:
"Thank you, Mr. Hardy, for giving Isha this opportunity. Isha will definitely study hard."
The next day.
Hardy came to the film company.
Call the two screenwriters.
Take out a copy of the manuscript from his body, this is the killer not too cold outline he wrote last night.
Hardy doesn't know what the original script is His manuscript is completely transcribed according to the plot of the movie, and even some classic dialogues are copied directly.
Matilda asked Leon, "Is life always this painful? Or is it only when I was young?"
Leon thought for a while and didn't lie to the girl, "always."
Matilda looked at Leon, "Lyon, I feel like I am in love with you. This is my first love, do you know?"
"How do you know that it's love if you haven't been in love?" Leon said lightly.
"Because I feel it."
"where is it?"
The girl smiled, "In my stomach, it feels very warm. Before, my stomach was always knotted, but now it won't."
Leon made a helpless expression, "Matilda, I'm glad your stomach is better, but I don't think that means anything."
After the two screenwriters read the outline of the story, from their eyes, this is a superb story with a different kind of feeling.
"Assistant Hardy, I think you are a genius screenwriter. No one has ever written such a story." A screenwriter said.
"I like this story very much, and I believe it will look great when filmed." Another screenwriter said.
Hardy doesn't care if the two screenwriters are flattering.
"Leave it to you, I want to see the script within three days, is there a problem?"
"No problem, three days is enough. In fact, your outline is already very detailed. We only need to process it into a script."
Hardy left the film company in his Packard.
Pick up Elizabeth Taylor at Beverly Hills.
Taylor's family situation is actually very good. Her father is a gallery owner who sells painters' paintings, some of which are masterpieces, earning tens of thousands of dollars a year.
Although Taylor's house is also a villa, it is completely incomparable with mansions like Meyer and Siegel.
Hardy rang the doorbell.