The life of a director is simple, boring, and peaceful, but his status is transcendent.
The performance department is a small auditorium for rehearsals, and the innermost part of the small auditorium is a stage that is raised about one meter. People are walking around on it to perform the show. Fang Yi is in the front row of the seats below, holding his arms.
, watch quietly.
Occasionally, give me some advice.
Or use the prepared camera to temporarily record their wonderful performance.
Song Yi is the "recorder" in the class, and this is what she does. When she is done playing, she will take over the camera, perform her duties, and record what she likes.
The recently rehearsed play is "Thunderstorm".
Although a certain author has written this play before, and if he writes it again, it is suspected of being fake, but since major acting schools and all grades perform it year after year, there is no way to make it up and write something else.
The main theme of "Thunderstorm" is probably that capitalists will not die a good death; the story is more attractive because of the female lead "Fanyi". The original work was written during the Republic of China, so naturally it should reflect the style of that time.
At that time, there was a strange phenomenon among the ladies in the upper class who smoked cigarettes. They thought they were fashionable and coquettish. Even Chang Kaishen's wife was no exception. She smoked a few cigarettes every day.
The adjectives in the original text are "slender figure", "pale face", and "repressed woman".
So, Song Yi, who was very thin, consciously fit the image, so she competed with other female students in the class for roles. Because her acting skills were not very good and her appearance was not top-notch, she was about to be eliminated.
When it came time to put on the costume, a beautifully made close-fitting cheongsam, when Song Yi came out, everyone felt that she should be the one to act.
The cheongsam version of Song Yi looks a lot better.
Fang Yi was watching the performance on the stage in the camera. He couldn't help but hold the camera, and the camera took more pictures of Song Yi.
Song Yi pretended to be sick and coughing on stage.
Her co-star said the lines, "Madam, your face seems to have a fever, you'd better go upstairs and rest..."
"No, it's too hot upstairs."
The narrator continued, "The master said that my wife is very ill, and I asked you to lie down upstairs."
Song Yi said, "I don't want to lie on the bed..."
After saying that, she suddenly forgot her words and choked up. The others couldn't continue the performance. Fang Yi could only shout "Ka."
"Song Yi, come down here. I have something to ask you."
Song Yi came down obediently, and because the stage was quite high from the ground, she walked around half a circle.
Fang Yi asked her to watch the previous performance, "What do you think of the performance?"
"not good."
Fang Yi nodded, "Why can't you remember your lines? Remembering your lines is the most basic thing, right?"
"I'm a little nervous."
Fang Yi asked, "Why are you nervous? I heard that you have been rehearsing for a while, and this is not the first time. As an actor, how can you still be nervous?"
Song Yi said, "It's not just me, they are all nervous. In the past, the director was a student from their directing department, but now it's you. We must be nervous... Fang Yi, let me tell you, the classmates in the class are...
The idea has hit you, and I want to show it well so that you can support them in the future."
Yang Opera has a tradition of supporting people.
For example, during the interview, both of them were strangers, but one of them was a member of Yang Opera, so Fang Yi would definitely choose Yang Opera. Because he acted by himself, he also took advantage of his background as a major.
Song Yi added, "I saw your news..."
"What news."
"When you sign a contract with Souhu, a big company will give you money to make a movie and promote it on the homepage of the website. You always want actors... So, as soon as you come here, we all work hard to act."
Fang Yi suddenly realized, "Song Yi, these issues are not for you to consider yet. Now, I have an acting experience to tell you..."
Song Yi sat next to him, with his legs together and resting diagonally on the chair cushion, and the flesh of his legs was slightly squeezed out.
Her cheongsam was very short, and Fang Yi felt a little uncomfortable. "When I was filming before, someone gave me a nickname, Fang Yitiao. You are an actor, so you must know what it means. Why can I pass it by one...
……Well……"
Song Yi crossed his legs and changed his legs.
"...because I can adapt to the situation. Even if I forget the words sometimes, or the other party forgets the words, I try my best to continue acting in the situation. Remember, no matter what the situation, the show must go on.
(Must continue), although we in the acting department often make movies and TV series, we should still maintain the advantages of our background in drama, which is a one-way rule."
"Song Yi, do you understand?"
Song Yi nodded solemnly and noticed that Fang Yi clicked something on the camera after he finished speaking, so she came over to take a look. It turned out that Fang Yi was looking for previously recorded clips.
He asked Song Yi, "You have been a recorder before, so you must know what you have recorded. Think about whether you have made similar mistakes in forgetting words before. Other people's mistakes are also fine. I will compare them with you."
Song Yi's expression was quite strange, and she blushed, "I don't know if they forgot the lyrics."
Fang Yi, "Have you not recorded it before?"
"Recorded."
Fang Yi said, "Since it's been recorded, how could you not know... You may have simply forgotten, so I'll turn to the front myself. You go up first and think carefully about what I said. No matter what the situation, the show must continue, no."
You will be given a second chance."
"Remember, Director Fang Da. You..."
Song Yi, as for Song Yi, glanced at Fang Yi's continuous flipping of records, and hurriedly returned to the stage before he finished speaking.
Fang Yi was exhausted because he took too many photos. When Song Yi was the recorder, he was much more diligent than Fang Yi and seemed to record everything down to the smallest detail.
How can there be so much to record?
Fang Yi was about to turn to the recorded video before filming "Sword Three". At this time, a new round of performance continued on the stage.
He had no choice but to look at the scene again.
Unexpectedly, Song Yi's performance this time was even worse than before.
After all, she played the role of a cold-blooded lady, but somehow she ended up with a coquettish feeling.
Fang Yi couldn't let her come down again, criticize her, and offend his classmates. After all, he could be a director, and it was a project introduced by Song Yi in the first place.
He sat there like a log for a while.
Director Fang's cell phone rang.
Then he said, "Fang Yi, do you want a dog? I've given birth again, and I really can't raise it. Everyone I know is scared of being given away by me, but you haven't given one yet..."
Fang Yi, "I don't keep dogs."
"You keep your dog outside and spend time with it occasionally, there's nothing wrong with it."
"What outside? The suburbs of the capital?"
"It's your yard."
"Oh, then I don't have a home in the capital yet. I don't even have a big house with a yard."
