Zhou Kening went to the bathroom, and when she returned to the rest area, Tang Zhixi was already standing in a quiet corner, messaging someone.
She walked over quickly and said worriedly: "Zhixi, did you meet Yang Qing just now?"
Just now in the bathroom, I heard them chatting that a girl named Tang Zhixi attacked Yang Qing.
Tang Zhixi turned off her phone and put it in her pocket, then sighed.
"Are you okay?" Zhou Kening became a little more nervous, "Are you being bullied? I'll go find her."
As Zhou Kening was about to leave, Tang Zhixi grabbed her wrist and pulled her back: "No, I wasn't bullied."
"real?"
"Um."
Zhou Kening felt relieved that she had not been bullied. After a while, she began to worry about the audition. The competition today was too great, and now she and Yang Qing were having trouble, so they were afraid that the role would not be available to them.
"Is this for me?" Tang Zhixi wrinkled when she saw Zhou Kening holding a number plate in his hand, holding it tighter and tighter.
"Oops, I almost forgot." Zhou Kening smoothed out the number plate, tore it open and stuck it on Tang Zhixi's body, her fingertips trembling a little, "The male lead director wants to invite Duan Nian, but if he can't come, there is a backup candidate. Female lead
There are probably Yang Qing's people over there. Most of these people today are coming for the second female lead. You are number 19, so you may have to wait a little longer."
"Yeah." Tang Zhixi lowered her eyes and watched her put the number plate on herself and straighten her clothes.
"Don't be nervous. Just treat it as an audition this time and don't care too much about the result." Zhou Kening warned, "There are many people here and they are all professional performers. Just perform normally. If you really don't get the chance, we will
Find another show."
Tang Zhixi looked at her knuckles that were turning white from exerting force, and said, "Don't be nervous."
"I" Zhou Kening let go of his hand and forced out an ugly smile, "I'm not nervous. How could I be nervous? I'm not nervous at all."
Nearly three hours after the audition started, it was Tang Zhixi's turn.
She went in just as Mo Changhuan came out.
I didn't want to pay attention to her, but Mo Changhuan raised his hand to stop her: "You'd better not go in. The director just said that he would cast me. There is no point in going in."
"Get out of the way." Tang Zhixi looked at her arm.
"I'm doing this for your own good. Do you know how important this role is for your figure?" Mo Changhuan looked her up and down, like a blind man, and said, "You have neither studied dancing nor acting. Come in.
Isn’t it self-humiliating?”
Tang Zhixi looked at her, her cold eyes filled with ice.
Mo Changhuan met her gaze and subconsciously retracted his hand and took a step back. It wasn't until Tang Zhixi went in for the audition that she came back to her senses.
He stabilized his mind and said contemptuously: "It doesn't matter if you have a good figure, it doesn't matter if you look good. If you still want to compete for this role without any foundation, it's just a dream!"
In the audition room, after Mo Changhuan left, the screenwriter and director started discussing.
"The Mo Changhuan just now is very good. After seeing so many people, I will choose her and don't look at the others after that."
"It's okay for me to watch it. I've seen so many of them before, and they are all the same. There are traces of top-notch performances, but they don't grasp the essence of this character at all."
"She is still from Yang Qing." The director flipped through the information and smiled, "She looks at people with poisonous eyes, and the professional abilities of the artists under her are above the standard."
"Okay, let's decide on her." The screenwriter said, "I'm also very satisfied. Since there are people who are satisfied, the people behind me won't read it. There are too many people, and I will be tired of aesthetics after watching too much, and I can't choose anyone."
As soon as the screenwriter finished speaking, Tang Zhixi knocked on the door and pushed it away from the outside.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, the director raised his head and said, "There's no need to go in. Our roles have been decided. There's no need for the others behind."
The sound suddenly disappeared.
The screenwriter also looked over at this time, and his relaxed expression after choosing the role suddenly became stunned.
To be precise, I was shocked.
Everyone in the room looked at her, but no one said a word.
Tang Zhixi still held the door handle with one hand, looking at the director with a calm expression: "No need to audition?"
"No!" The screenwriter suddenly stood up. The sound of the chair scraping the ground and his broken voice brought everyone in the room back to their senses.
"Come in, come in, stand here." The screenwriter wiped his face, took another deep breath, and sat down.
The director watched her walk to the middle, then flipped through the information in his hand: "Number 19, Tang Zhixi."
Tang Zhixi responded.
The director looked at the photo on his resume and then at Tang Zhixi: "She is so beautiful. I thought this photo was from P. But the real person is even prettier than the photo."
The screenwriter wiped his face again and finally found his voice: "There is no need to do anything, she is just Meng Lian standing here."
Meng Lian is the role Tang Zhixi is auditioning for.
The director nodded solemnly, but frowned when he saw the information behind her.
It’s okay if you haven’t learned acting. You have a blank sheet of paper. If you have talent, it will be easier to teach. But if you haven’t learned anything, isn’t it a bit too much?
Although their requirements are not high, she has set them too low.
"You," the director said, taking the script and flipping through two pages, "you can do this scene. Come here and give him a few of you."
Tang Zhixi came closer and took a look at the scene he was talking about.
It was a scene where Meng Lian went offline. The undercover identity was discovered. Before being arrested, Meng Lian went to the stage and sang "Farewell My Concubine" one last time, but before she finished singing, her captors came.
To prevent her from being caught and tortured.
The male protagonist, who had been in contact with her secretly, killed her with a sniper gun from a distance.
This was also agreed upon by the two of them.
Once exposed, if it cannot be undone, kill the opponent without giving the enemy a chance to humiliate or torture him.
Tang Zhixi remembered all the lyrics of the entire script, but there were no lines in this scene. She took a look, took the two prop swords from the side, stood in the middle and said, "That's it."
The director's assistant took the picture.
In order to enhance the atmosphere, that part of the opera was also played.
Tang Zhixi only made two moves, and the director and screenwriter's eyes lit up. They looked at each other as if they had found a treasure.
In the middle of the play, the co-stars broke in and wanted to arrest her. The leader was so proud, as if he had a chance for revenge, that he said several ugly and provocative words in succession.
But Tang Zhixi just glanced at them, as if whoever came to the show today would finish the performance.
Her captors came closer and were already at her side, pointing guns at her.
Tang Zhixi made an appearance, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and the next second the person on the other side made a "bang" sound.
Tang Zhixi moved her left shoulder back, staggering back. The sword she held in her left hand also fell to the ground, making a sound.
What was very cooperative was that the hairpin that usually wouldn't fall off during fights fell off with her movements, and her hair spread out and draped behind her...
At the same time, a tear slipped from her left eye. She slowly fell down, like a beauty taking a curtain call, and even her falling movements were gentle and beautiful.
There were a few strands of hair on the face, giving off a sense of fragmentation. A shallow smile appeared on the face, and finally he slowly closed his eyes.
That smile can't explain the feeling, it seems like relief, but also like unwillingness, longing, and yearning.
It's very touching.
However, when everyone was immersed in this short scene, Tang Zhixi had already stood up, picked up the hairpin and put it in her pocket, tucks her hair and stood up, losing her emotions and returning to her usual alienation.
It was as if the person acting just now was not her.
This chapter should be called Audition: The Actress Wooden Hairpin