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prey.
When the word rushed into the brain, Sammy was taken aback, but the unprecedented sense of realism calmed the brain completely. She didn’t have time to think. There seemed to be an invisible relationship between the two people. The rope pulls her forward, and then forward, the content of the script has been turned into the instinct/instinct of the body, firmly imprinted in the depths of the soul, so she enters a whole new world without hindrance, the world that belongs to Henry
I stared blankly at this tearful face, blushing eyes, and tired eyebrows. The eyes hidden behind the eyelashes couldn't see clearly, and I could only catch the fragility of the touch from the embarrassment of the cheeks. The deep sadness has turned into a substantial coldness, wave after wave surging up.
But the despair hidden behind the cold caused her heart to start beating, puffing, puffing, as if the blood of two people were connected, stepping on the same rhythm, and even the soul began to blend. But the demon deep in her heart began to say: No one can be trusted, no man can be trusted, they are all the same, all are, for her, a man is just a tool for making money and a prey for her to survive.
So Erica gently bit her lower lip, then raised her index finger to wipe clean the blood leaking from the corners of her mouth, and her large bright eyes looked at the man motionlessly. He didn't pretend to be pitiful, but with weak eyebrows, innocent eyes and red lips, he was already a natural weak, revealing his weak position.
With her eyes rolling, Erica looked at the man up and down. My eyes fell on the dirty ground of the bus. I didn’t lift it up any more. Looking at the shiny leather shoes, I began to think carefully. The drunkard who slapped the bill and the drunkard who slapped the slap just now was already in a flash Leaving her head behind, she thought, maybe she could get her first pot of gold tonight on this man. So, at what price should she sell it?
Such a decent gentleman is often a more terrifying beast, and they are willing to pay more in order to maintain their perfect image.
Erica couldn't help but look forward to it. She quietly raised the corner of her eye, and looked at the man's eyes from the corner of her gaze. He saw such a weak and helpless self, and such a delicate and lovely self, how could it not be moved?
However, Erica was disappointed, and only a piece of numbness was caught out of her vision, with bursts of icy cold and bitterness, quietly pulling the distance between the two people, the pair of eyebrows that gradually stretched out calmly And frankly, those eyes hidden behind the tears and eyelashes were deep and silent, and there was no special expression on the whole face, not even sadness. Compared with the tears on the face, it seemed out of place.
The vicissitudes of life like glazed clouds make people sad.
Erica quickly lowered her eyes, gathered up her thoughts, clenched a fist secretly, and blamed her for being distracted. Then he stood up again, patted the dusty part casually, and his mind moved quickly. At least, he does not seem to have any aggressiveness or sharpness. The alienated indifference is so soft, as if ice has accumulated on Iceland for hundreds of millions of years, and the transparency of the outside penetrates into the inner core little by little, transforming It is azure blue, I originally thought it would pierce the ice, but it started with a soft touch.
Erica felt every muscle in her body groaning/groaning and complaining. The ubiquitous pain made her arch her back almost intolerably, but she couldn't give up, so she grabbed the handrail with both hands. , Gritted his teeth and stood up straight again, and then gently swayed along the sway of the bus, showing his slightly exposed waist and hips wrapped in a cheap fabric miniskirt, his slightly drooping head looked at each other from bottom to top , The corner of his mouth outlines the brightest smile, and his gaze slowly and slowly rolls over the other's face, the ambiguity/ambiguity of speech is really obvious.
The man didn't dodge her sight, so he raised his eyes and looked at her peacefully. She could easily see every detail on her expression. But Erica was disappointed, she didn't catch anything, as if she was a stone, the numbness made her mouth full of bitterness.
Hidden under this peaceful and peaceful surface, it seems that nothing has been said, but it seems that it has said everything. The vicissitudes, the numbness, the sadness, in the night, like the bright moonlight, falling down.
This caused Erica's expression to pause slightly, and the painful look rolled under her eyes, and her panic emotions kept crashing, she was at a loss. She pretended that the corners of her mouth were painful and avoided her sight, but the calm eyes still made her look away. I felt the unprecedented nakedness, not contempt, nor desire/hope, nor pity, but calmness. However, this calmness was more acute than any negative emotion, and she couldn't lift her head in embarrassment.
Henry looked at her clumsy and vulgar seduction/citation skills, young and immature, clumsy enough to make people want to laugh, with a strong sense of funnyness, but there was no smile at the corners of his mouth and eyes, just a hint of smile. The loss of interest was fleeting. He was tired, tired, tired, and just wanted to leave, to leave far away.
The bus has arrived.
Henry stood up and stood by the back door; Erica pressed harder and fell behind him. Then Henry got out of the car, and Erica got out of the car closely, and the two people walked away one after another.
Henry was walking, Erica was walking, and the cameraman was walking. Because they didn't hear the director's instructions, they could only continue to run, but the filming of this scene was finished, and the shots and lighting of the next scene were not set, and a group of three people disappeared into the darkness in an instant.
Tony stared at the screen in a daze, an uncontrollable grief came out spontaneously. The bitterness and despair that suffocated his chest made people breathless. At this moment, he really realized what a perfect performance is! What is a wonderful interpretation! What is the limit of acting! Just by relying on an actor's performance, the whole script's beginnings and transitions and the sublimation of the theme are linked. The distinctive levels, mixed angles and rich connotations are fully demonstrated in a short performance.
Now Tony finally understands what Lan Li means, why Lan Li has repeatedly asked for it again, why Lan Li attaches so much importance to the script, the role, and the communication between the director and the screenwriter, and why Lan Li is always thinking about the details of his performance, which is more important. Yes, which piece of the puzzle was missing in the previous performance!
Tony didn't know what was going on with Lan Li's performance. After all, he was not an actor, but he could clearly feel that Lan Li's entire performance had undergone a radical transformation and achieved a qualitative leap. Now I can finally feel that the whole performance, the whole story, and the whole space are full, one more point is too much, one less point is not enough, it is perfect.
What's more commendable is that there are no lines. In this whole scene, Lan Li didn't have a single line, but the accuracy and in place of his emotions covered the entire camera lens. This is the real performance!
"Wow!" Tony finally reacted, exclaimed, and then covered his mouth, but the emotion surging in his chest was still uncontrollable, so he couldn't help it anymore and jumped directly, holding his hands high, enjoying himself The earth cheered, "Wow! Wonderful! Wonderful! Really he/mum/land is so wonderful! Perfect! Ahhhhh, **** perfect!" Then he started to embrace everyone around him like a child, He was still crying and howling, ignoring his image as a director.
In stark contrast, it was the silence and stiffness of the entire crew. They were all exchanging sights, their eyes full of uncertain confusion: What happened?
There are specialties in the art industry, and they know their own work well, but they don't have a clear understanding of the work of actors, and many people don't even look at the most common appreciation skills. However, everyone has eyes and feelings. They can deeply feel the difference in the scene just now. The rich and mixed emotions are indescribable in words, but the mouth is full of bitterness, and they can't tell the reason. , That kind of sadness and sadness made the atmosphere suppressed.
The original performance can be so wonderful, the original performance can be so shocking, the original performance can be so wonderful, the original performance can bring so much reflection and precipitation, the original performance can complement and help each other with the script, the original performance is not just a chess piece in the hands of the director , Can also become the key to light up the whole work...
There is such a big gap between actors and actors.
Everyone has a ruler in his heart~www.novelhall.com~ The excellence and excellence of this scene is beyond doubt. Lan Li's persistence over and over again finally paid off. If you think about it carefully, the crew worked extremely hard, so in every scene, you must insist on going to the battle and crying for the blue gift in person? What about Lan Li, who is constantly researching, challenging, and introspecting in every scene?
Sixty-nine times of shooting a scene, they just stand idly by, repeating the same set of work constantly, boring, but it's just that. So what did Lan Li go through during these sixty-nine shootings?
No one knows. Because Lan Li never complained. He always just prepared, thought, and pondered silently, reading the script over and over again as long as he had time, and examining himself over and over again as long as there was a gap. No one can imagine how much pressure Lan Li has endured on his shoulders.
Jeremy lowered his head and wiped the embarrassment on his cheeks, and looked at other colleagues around him secretly, but everyone avoided their eyes in embarrassment and pretended to look into the distance. The humiliation made Jeremy feel at a loss. But he had to bite the bullet and shout, "Tony, the shooting is not over yet."
After hearing the prompt, Tony reacted, "Ka, yes, it's over, Ka, Ka Ka."
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prey.
When the word rushed into the brain, Sammy was taken aback, but the unprecedented sense of realism calmed the brain completely. She didn’t have time to think. There seemed to be an invisible relationship between the two people. The rope pulls her forward, and then forward, the content of the script has been turned into the instinct/instinct of the body, firmly imprinted in the depths of the soul, so she enters a whole new world without hindrance, the world that belongs to Henry
I stared blankly at this tearful face, blushing eyes, and tired eyebrows. The eyes hidden behind the eyelashes couldn't see clearly, and I could only catch the fragility of the touch from the embarrassment of the cheeks. The deep sadness has turned into a substantial coldness, wave after wave surging up.
But the despair hidden behind the cold caused her heart to start beating, puffing, puffing, as if the blood of two people were connected, stepping on the same rhythm, and even the soul began to blend. But the demon deep in her heart began to say: No one can be trusted, no man can be trusted, they are all the same, all are, for her, a man is just a tool for making money and a prey for her to survive.
So Erica gently bit her lower lip, then raised her index finger to wipe clean the blood leaking from the corners of her mouth, and her large bright eyes looked at the man motionlessly. He didn't pretend to be pitiful, but with weak eyebrows, innocent eyes and red lips, he was already a natural weak, revealing his weak position.
With her eyes rolling, Erica looked at the man up and down. My eyes fell on the dirty ground of the bus. I didn’t lift it up any more. Looking at the shiny leather shoes, I began to think carefully. The drunkard who slapped the bill and the drunkard who slapped the slap just now was already in a flash Leaving her head behind, she thought, maybe she could get her first pot of gold tonight on this man. So, at what price should she sell it?
Such a decent gentleman is often a more terrifying beast, and they are willing to pay more in order to maintain their perfect image.
Erica couldn't help but look forward to it. She quietly raised the corner of her eye, and looked at the man's eyes from the corner of her gaze. He saw such a weak and helpless self, and such a delicate and lovely self, how could it not be moved?
However, Erica was disappointed, and only a piece of numbness was caught out of her vision, with bursts of icy cold and bitterness, quietly pulling the distance between the two people, the pair of eyebrows that gradually stretched out calmly And frankly, those eyes hidden behind the tears and eyelashes were deep and silent, and there was no special expression on the whole face, not even sadness. Compared with the tears on the face, it seemed out of place.
The vicissitudes of life like glazed clouds make people sad.
Erica quickly lowered her eyes, gathered up her thoughts, clenched a fist secretly, and blamed her for being distracted. Then he stood up again, patted the dusty part casually, and his mind moved quickly. At least, he does not seem to have any aggressiveness or sharpness. The alienated indifference is so soft, as if ice has accumulated on Iceland for hundreds of millions of years, and the transparency of the outside penetrates into the inner core little by little, transforming It is azure blue, I originally thought it would pierce the ice, but it started with a soft touch.
Erica felt every muscle in her body groaning/groaning and complaining. The ubiquitous pain made her arch her back almost intolerably, but she couldn't give up, so she grabbed the handrail with both hands. , Gritted his teeth and stood up straight again, and then gently swayed along the sway of the bus, showing his slightly exposed waist and hips wrapped in a cheap fabric miniskirt, his slightly drooping head looked at each other from bottom to top , The corner of his mouth outlines the brightest smile, and his gaze slowly and slowly rolls over the other's face, the ambiguity/ambiguity of speech is really obvious.
The man didn't dodge her sight, so he raised his eyes and looked at her peacefully. She could easily see every detail on her expression. But Erica was disappointed, she didn't catch anything, as if she was a stone, the numbness made her mouth full of bitterness.
Hidden under this peaceful and peaceful surface, it seems that nothing has been said, but it seems that it has said everything. The vicissitudes, the numbness, the sadness, in the night, like the bright moonlight, falling down.
This caused Erica's expression to pause slightly, and the painful look rolled under her eyes, and her panic emotions kept crashing, she was at a loss. She pretended that the corners of her mouth were painful and avoided her sight, but the calm eyes still made her look away. I felt the unprecedented nakedness, not contempt, nor desire/hope, nor pity, but calmness. However, this calmness was more acute than any negative emotion, and she couldn't lift her head in embarrassment.
Henry looked at her clumsy and vulgar seduction/citation skills, young and immature, clumsy enough to make people want to laugh, with a strong sense of funnyness, but there was no smile at the corners of his mouth and eyes, just a hint of smile. The loss of interest was fleeting. He was tired, tired, tired, and just wanted to leave, to leave far away.
The bus has arrived.
Henry stood up and stood by the back door; Erica pressed harder and fell behind him. Then Henry got out of the car, and Erica got out of the car closely, and the two people walked away one after another.
Henry was walking, Erica was walking, and the cameraman was walking. Because they didn't hear the director's instructions, they could only continue to run, but the filming of this scene was finished, and the shots and lighting of the next scene were not set, and a group of three people disappeared into the darkness in an instant.
Tony stared at the screen in a daze, an uncontrollable grief came out spontaneously. The bitterness and despair that suffocated his chest made people breathless. At this moment, he really realized what a perfect performance is! What is a wonderful interpretation! What is the limit of acting! Just by relying on an actor's performance, the whole script's beginnings and transitions and the sublimation of the theme are linked. The distinctive levels, mixed angles and rich connotations are fully demonstrated in a short performance.
Now Tony finally understands what Lan Li means, why Lan Li has repeatedly asked for it again, why Lan Li attaches so much importance to the script, the role, and the communication between the director and the screenwriter, and why Lan Li is always thinking about the details of his performance, which is more important. Yes, which piece of the puzzle was missing in the previous performance!
Tony didn't know what was going on with Lan Li's performance. After all, he was not an actor, but he could clearly feel that Lan Li's entire performance had undergone a radical transformation and achieved a qualitative leap. Now I can finally feel that the whole performance, the whole story, and the whole space are full, one more point is too much, one less point is not enough, it is perfect.
What's more commendable is that there are no lines. In this whole scene, Lan Li didn't have a single line, but the accuracy and in place of his emotions covered the entire camera lens. This is the real performance!
"Wow!" Tony finally reacted, exclaimed, and then covered his mouth, but the emotion surging in his chest was still uncontrollable, so he couldn't help it anymore and jumped directly, holding his hands high, enjoying himself The earth cheered, "Wow! Wonderful! Wonderful! Really he/mum/land is so wonderful! Perfect! Ahhhhh, **** perfect!" Then he started to embrace everyone around him like a child, He was still crying and howling, ignoring his image as a director.
In stark contrast, it was the silence and stiffness of the entire crew. They were all exchanging sights, their eyes full of uncertain confusion: What happened?
There are specialties in the art industry, and they know their own work well, but they don't have a clear understanding of the work of actors, and many people don't even look at the most common appreciation skills. However, everyone has eyes and feelings. They can deeply feel the difference in the scene just now. The rich and mixed emotions are indescribable in words, but the mouth is full of bitterness, and they can't tell the reason. , That kind of sadness and sadness made the atmosphere suppressed.
The original performance can be so wonderful, the original performance can be so shocking, the original performance can be so wonderful, the original performance can bring so much reflection and precipitation, the original performance can complement and help each other with the script, the original performance is not just a chess piece in the hands of the director , Can also become the key to light up the whole work...
There is such a big gap between actors and actors.
Everyone has a ruler in his heart~www.novelhall.com~ The excellence and excellence of this scene is beyond doubt. Lan Li's persistence over and over again finally paid off. If you think about it carefully, the crew worked extremely hard, so in every scene, you must insist on going to the battle and crying for the blue gift in person? What about Lan Li, who is constantly researching, challenging, and introspecting in every scene?
Sixty-nine times of shooting a scene, they just stand idly by, repeating the same set of work constantly, boring, but it's just that. So what did Lan Li go through during these sixty-nine shootings?
No one knows. Because Lan Li never complained. He always just prepared, thought, and pondered silently, reading the script over and over again as long as he had time, and examining himself over and over again as long as there was a gap. No one can imagine how much pressure Lan Li has endured on his shoulders.
Jeremy lowered his head and wiped the embarrassment on his cheeks, and looked at other colleagues around him secretly, but everyone avoided their eyes in embarrassment and pretended to look into the distance. The humiliation made Jeremy feel at a loss. But he had to bite the bullet and shout, "Tony, the shooting is not over yet."
After hearing the prompt, Tony reacted, "Ka, yes, it's over, Ka, Ka Ka."
prey.When the word rushed into the brain, Sammy was taken aback, but the unprecedented sense of realism calmed the brain completely. She didn't have time to think. There seemed to be an invisible relationship between the two people. The rope pulls her forward, and then forward, the content of the script has been turned into the instinct/instinct of the body, firmly imprinted in the depths of the soul, so she enters a whole new world without hindrance, the world that belongs to HenryI stared blankly at this tearful face, blushing eyes, and tired eyebrows. The eyes hidden behind the eyelashes couldn't see clearly, and I could only catch the fragility of the touch from the embarrassment of the cheeks. The deep sadness has turned into a substantial coldness, wave after wave surging up.But the despair hidden behind the cold caused her heart to start beating, puffing, puffing, as if the blood of two people were connected, stepping on the same rhythm, and even the soul began to blend. But the demon deep in her heart began to say: No one can be trusted, no man can be trusted, they are all the same, all are, for her, a man is just a tool for making money and a prey for her to survive.So Erica gently bit her lower lip, then raised her index finger to wipe clean the blood leaking from the corners of her mouth, and her large bright eyes looked at the man motionlessly. He didn't pretend to be pitiful, but with weak eyebrows, innocent eyes and red lips, he was already a natural weak, revealing his weak position.With her eyes rolling, Erica looked at the man up and down. My eyes fell on the dirty ground of the bus. I didn't lift it up any more. Looking at the shiny leather shoes, I began to think carefully. The drunkard who slapped the bill and the drunkard who slapped the slap just now was already in a flash Leaving her head behind, she thought, maybe she could get her first pot of gold tonight on this man. So, at what price should she sell it?Such a decent gentleman is often a more terrifying beast, and they are willing to pay more in order to maintain their perfect image.Erica couldn't help but look forward to it. She quietly raised the corner of her eye, and looked at the man's eyes from the corner of her gaze. He saw such a weak and helpless self, and such a delicate and lovely self, how could it not be moved?However, Erica was disappointed, and only a piece of numbness was caught out of her vision, with bursts of icy cold and bitterness, quietly pulling the distance between the two people, the pair of eyebrows that gradually stretched out calmly And frankly, those eyes hidden behind the tears and eyelashes were deep and silent, and there was no special expression on the whole face, not even sadness. Compared with the tears on the face, it seemed out of place.The vicissitudes of life like glazed clouds make people sad.Erica quickly lowered her eyes, gathered up her thoughts, clenched a fist secretly, and blamed her for being distracted. Then he stood up again, patted the dusty part casually, and his mind moved quickly. At least, he does not seem to have any aggressiveness or sharpness. The alienated indifference is so soft, as if ice has accumulated on Iceland for hundreds of millions of years, and the transparency of the outside penetrates into the inner core little by little, transforming It is azure blue, I originally thought it would pierce the ice, but it started with a soft touch.Erica felt every muscle in her body groaning/groaning and complaining. The ubiquitous pain made her arch her back almost intolerably, but she couldn't give up, so she grabbed the handrail with both hands. , Gritted his teeth and stood up straight again, and then gently swayed along the sway of the bus, showing his slightly exposed waist and hips wrapped in a cheap fabric miniskirt, his slightly drooping head looked at each other from bottom to top , The corner of his mouth outlines the brightest smile, and his gaze slowly and slowly rolls over the other's face, the ambiguity/ambiguity of speech is really obvious.The man didn't dodge her sight, so he raised his eyes and looked at her peacefully. She could easily see every detail on her expression. But Erica was disappointed, she didn't catch anything, as if she was a stone, the numbness made her mouth full of bitterness.Hidden under this peaceful and peaceful surface, it seems that nothing has been said, but it seems that it has said everything. The vicissitudes, the numbness, the sadness, in the night, like the bright moonlight, falling down.This caused Erica's expression to pause slightly, and the painful look rolled under her eyes, and her panic emotions kept crashing, she was at a loss. She pretended that the corners of her mouth were painful and avoided her sight, but the calm eyes still made her look away. I felt the unprecedented nakedness, not contempt, nor desire/hope, nor pity, but calmness. However, this calmness was more acute than any negative emotion, and she couldn't lift her head in embarrassment.Henry looked at her clumsy and vulgar seduction/citation skills, young and immature, clumsy enough to make people want to laugh, with a strong sense of funnyness, but there was no smile at the corners of his mouth and eyes, just a hint of smile. The loss of interest was fleeting. He was tired, tired, tired, and just wanted to leave, to leave far away.The bus has arrived.Henry stood up and stood by the back door; Erica pressed harder and fell behind him. Then Henry got out of the car, and Erica got out of the car closely, and the two people walked away one after another.Henry was walking, Erica was walking, and the cameraman was walking. Because they didn't hear the director's instructions, they could only continue to run, but the filming of this scene was finished, and the shots and lighting of the next scene were not set, and a group of three people disappeared into the darkness in an instant.Tony stared at the screen in a daze, an uncontrollable grief came out spontaneously. The bitterness and despair that suffocated his chest made people breathless. At this moment, he really realized what a perfect performance is! What is a wonderful interpretation! What is the limit of acting! Just by relying on an actor's performance, the whole script's beginnings and transitions and the sublimation of the theme are linked. The distinctive levels, mixed angles and rich connotations are fully demonstrated in a short performance.Now Tony finally understands what Lan Li means, why Lan Li has repeatedly asked for it again, why Lan Li attaches so much importance to the script, the role, and the communication between the director and the screenwriter, and why Lan Li is always thinking about the details of his performance, which is more important. Yes, which piece of the puzzle was missing in the previous performance!Tony didn't know what was going on with Lan Li's performance. After all, he was not an actor, but he could clearly feel that Lan Li's entire performance had undergone a radical transformation and achieved a qualitative leap. Now I can finally feel that the whole performance, the whole story, and the whole space are full, one more point is too much, one less point is not enough, it is perfect.What's more commendable is that there are no lines. In this whole scene, Lan Li didn't have a single line, but the accuracy and in place of his emotions covered the entire camera lens. This is the real performance!"Wow!" Tony finally reacted, exclaimed, and then covered his mouth, but the emotion surging in his chest was still uncontrollable, so he couldn't help it anymore and jumped directly, holding his hands high, enjoying himself The earth cheered, "Wow! Wonderful! Wonderful! Really he/mum/land is so wonderful! Perfect! Ahhhhh, **** perfect!" Then he started to embrace everyone around him like a child, He was still crying and howling, ignoring his image as a director.In stark contrast, it was the silence and stiffness of the entire crew. They were all exchanging sights, their eyes full of uncertain confusion: What happened?There are specialties in the art industry, and they know their own work well, but they don't have a clear understanding of the work of actors, and many people don't even look at the most common appreciation skills. However, everyone has eyes and feelings. They can deeply feel the difference in the scene just now. The rich and mixed emotions are indescribable in words, but the mouth is full of bitterness, and they can't tell the reason. , That kind of sadness and sadness made the atmosphere suppressed.The original performance can be so wonderful, the original performance can be so shocking, the original performance can be so wonderful, the original performance can bring so much reflection and precipitation, the original performance can complement and help each other with the script, the original performance is not just a chess piece in the hands of the director , Can also become the key to light up the whole work...There is such a big gap between actors and actors.Everyone has a ruler in his heart~www.novelhall.com~ The excellence and excellence of this scene is beyond doubt. Lan Li's persistence over and over again finally paid off. If you think about it carefully, the crew worked extremely hard, so in every scene, you must insist on going to the battle and crying for the blue gift in person? What about Lan Li, who is constantly researching, challenging, and introspecting in every scene?Sixty-nine times of shooting a scene, they just stand idly by, repeating the same set of work constantly, boring, but it's just that. So what did Lan Li go through during these sixty-nine shootings?No one knows. Because Lan Li never complained. He always just prepared, thought, and pondered silently, reading the script over and over again as long as he had time, and examining himself over and over again as long as there was a gap. No one can imagine how much pressure Lan Li has endured on his shoulders.Jeremy lowered his head and wiped the embarrassment on his cheeks, and looked at other colleagues around him secretly, but everyone avoided their eyes in embarrassment and pretended to look into the distance. The humiliation made Jeremy feel at a loss. But he had to bite the bullet and shout, "Tony, the shooting is not over yet."After hearing the prompt, Tony reacted, "Ka, yes, it's over, Ka, Ka Ka."
