"Bang!" Two slices of bread popped out of the toaster.
Ronald took the buttered and toasted bread slices, sandwiched them with thawed bacon bought from the supermarket, cheese slices, a few slices of pickles, and chopped tomatoes. Drink milk and eat homemade sandwiches.
After earning thousands of dollars, Ronald improved his life. America's appliances are always suitable for lazy people and busy people. While eating, I watched ABC’s “Good Morning America”
"An astonishing scene occurred during yesterday's Major League Baseball game at Comisco Park in Chicago.
During halftime of a rematch between the Chicago White Sox and the Detroit Tigers, thousands of disco records were poured into the center of the field, doused with gasoline, and set on fire.
According to Chicago radio DJ Steve Dahl, who launched the movement, it's time to destroy this black and gay music. This immoral dance and lyrics bring shame to America and bring shame to God.
Steve was on his 97.9 WLUP-FM channel and asked the audience to bring a disco record to the venue, which would be collected by the staff during the intermission and then destroyed at the venue.
He claimed that he was irresponsible for the out-of-control situation, with thousands of spectators rushing into the venue and setting fire to records until they were driven away by the police.
Due to the persistent smoke and the dangerous behavior of the spectators, the game was called to an early end in favor of the Detroit Tigers, who were leading at midfield. "
This news didn't seem to have much impact in New York. The restaurant was still playing disco music, and the actors on the set were still dancing to the disco during the lighting break of the lighting team.
America is big enough, and the boycott of disco by conservative small-town residents in central and southern China has not yet affected young people in big cities on the east and west coasts.
…
Thanks to the use of leg warmers, the dancers wore dance clothes made of thinner and more transparent fabrics, which made them less likely to sweat, so the filming progress was accelerated.
The crew will be filming a dance scene in the art school restaurant today. This is also the scene where the original theme song "Hot Lunch" was played, but because the movie was renamed "Famous", the song was downgraded to an interlude.
The carpenters have remodeled Harlan High School's original dining hall in accordance with the requirements of the production design. Two old pianos and a drum set were crammed into the small canteen.
This is the first big scene shot in the movie. There are more than 30 dancers, more than 10 musical instruments, and Irene Kara singing songs.
The film's composer, Michael Gore, was also on set and was still refining his lyrics.
"High school students in art schools hate cafeteria food, but the prices provided in the cafeteria are low enough, so they have a love-hate relationship with the cafeteria."
"Hey, what do you eat in the high school cafeteria?" Michael Gore looked at Ronald passing by and suddenly asked him.
"What?" Ronald turned around, "Me? In high school, it was just those mixed dishes, you know, whatever was cheap and made. Either stew, soup, or carrots and salmon."
"Well, the ingredients for cooking are cheap." Gore went back to record some inspiration.
"We're going to shoot today, but you still want to change the lyrics? Is it too late?" Ronald couldn't help but ask.
"Huh? It doesn't matter. Today I only filmed Erin Kara singing part of the lines. I have to change the other parts."
"That's right." Seeing him immersed in changing lyrics again, Ronald shook his head and sat down.
"Dong dong, dong dong, dong dong, dong dong." Gore began to press the melody on the piano.
"Today we had mushy stew and carrots and salmon. No, that doesn't make sense."
"If it's blue, it's stew, if it's yellow, it's mush."
Ronald hummed the dream lyrics softly along with the tune.
"What? Sing what you just hummed again!" Gore didn't hear clearly.
"If it's blue, it must be stew. If it's yellow, it's stew." Ronald said, "We all line up to eat. We can't see what the dishes are from far away, so we can only tell them by... The color distinguishes what dish is unpalatable today.”
"Very good, that's a good sentence. What's your name?"
"Ronald Lee."
"I'm the composer of the show, Michael Gore."
"Dong dong, dong dong, dong dong, dong dong." Michael continued to play his melody.
"Macaroni and salmon,
Our favorite dish.
She packed a hot lunch,
This is true for everyone. "
Ronald couldn't help humming again.
"What? What? Sing it again." Michael Gore became excited again.
Ronald sang again, "The best thing for lunch is salmon or macaroni, but it's usually only once or twice a week. So I have to rush to the canteen that day."
"The serving lady, the cooking lady,
Don't mess with her,
She'll take every penny
Give you one lunch a day
She is kind to everyone
One hot lunch per person”
"If it's blue,
It must be a stew,
if it is yellow,
That's the mush. "
"Macaroni and salmon,
Our favorite dish.
She packed a hot lunch,
This is true for everyone. "
"Wait a minute, I'm going to sing it for Erin Kara's manager. I'll use this word today." Michael Gore took the newly revised lyrics and ran to discuss it with everyone.
"It's the original lyrics anyway, so it doesn't matter if you give it to him in advance, right?" Ronald thought, and began to sit down and watch the choreographer design the moves for each dancer.
This scene is a big scene, the various musical instruments are played well, and the camera will allocate fixed shots. But the dancers have to fight for themselves. They are still in the rehearsal stage and have already begun to occupy each other's positions.
A big war may break out then. Ronald thought he should discuss it with the producer first.
Michael Gore rushed back and interrupted his thoughts, "Hey, Ronald, ask your agent to come. Irene Kara's agent is very happy. The producer said that you should sign half of the words. author."
"I don't have an agent yet. I'll call my lawyer."
"I graduated from the Dwight Englewood Music School. Which music school are you from?"
"I never went to music school."
"Then you are still a talented lyricist. Why don't you have an agent with such a talent?"
"Actually, I'm studying directing and will be enrolling in school in a few months."
Calling attorney Lindsay Dole to ask her to handle the songwriter contract, Ronald started watching dance rehearsals again.
Dancers began to deliberately bump into each other, knocking each other out of the camera's range, stumbling and stubbing their toes.
"Ah..." A girl cried, pulling up her pants and running outside. It turned out that her pants had been taken off.
Over there, Lucy relied on Gene and was arranged by the choreographer to dance in a fixed position, so that she didn't have to worry about her own screen time.
The crew is actually a group of monkeys. The powerful monkeys divide the scope of power. The monkeys without power must either find a backer or have to compete on their own.
"David, you have to come and see the competition among dancers. We have to draw a line for them. Competition can only be limited to the scope of dancing skills. You can't use bad tricks like stepping on your toes or pulling down your pants, otherwise something will happen. Big trouble." Ronald approached producer David and expressed his opinion.
After a while, the choreographer announced new disciplines, and the competition was limited to dance battles. Whoever danced brilliantly would get more camera time. Although it is not possible to completely eliminate off-board moves, it is much better than before.
"Ronald, you graduated from a public high school, right? Why do you have so many skills? You see you can take pictures, write scripts, and write lyrics." Ronald's personal lawyer, Miss Lindsay Dole, negotiated the The lyrics contract was handed to him.
"I can't explain it." Ronald began to read the contract.
"Okay, here is your signature, second to the lyricist, and here is your share. After the movie is released, they have plans to release the soundtrack album simultaneously, and you can get some of the lyricist's dividends (Residual)."
"How are dividends calculated?"
"A very small percentage of total sales. As long as you sell more than a certain number of records, you get a check every quarter."
Ronald signed the contract and handed it to the lawyer.
"Also, although I can help you handle these things, you'd better find an agent. In addition to contracts, they can also find new business for you."
broker? Ronald touched his ears and it seemed that he needed to find an agent.
"Recording, camera, start filming!"
"If it's blue, it's stew, if it's yellow, it's mush." Erin Kara sat at the piano and sang the lyrics written by Ronald along with the music. The dancers began to jump on the piano and the dining table, dancing hard, hoping that the camera lens could stay on themselves for a few more seconds.
Gene and Lucy's scenes are guaranteed, and they dance happily.
Even the two extras recommended from the audition studio to play the role of the cafeteria aunt were very happy, twisting their thickened waists, and they also had a frontal shot.
"Cut! Very good, this one is developed. The afternoon scene is finished." Alan Parker announced that the lunch scene in the cafeteria was finished, and all the actors shouted out happily.
Erin Kara had the most frontal shots in today's scene. She was so happy that she came to thank Ronald. She liked the humorous lyrics and felt comfortable singing.
"Everyone, today is my birthday. I invite everyone to my house for a party!" Gene sent an invitation to all the actors after the filming.
"Okay, I'll go." The voice came from an extra girl. She was soon grabbed by her companion and whispered, "Gene is from Harlem, you dare to go?"
The silent scene made Jean very embarrassed. Everyone left the scene in silence. Gene smashed a plastic prop water cup to the ground with a strong force.
"Wow..." Water splashed all over the floor, just like his mood.
After everyone left, Ronald stepped forward and asked Gene: "It's a good thing to invite everyone to your birthday, but why do you invite them to your home? Instead of finding a restaurant, like the four of us did last time?"
"I...I want to show it to the neighborhood bastards."
