Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty One: Choosing Clothes
Under the tree roots, a group of extras were sweating and their mouths were dry. They looked at the students in the pergola and could sit and drink, not to mention envious.
"Hey, why don't we get this kind of treatment?"
"Don't even think about it. I'm a college student. I'm the pride of heaven. How can you compare to me? Have you ever been to college?"
"Bah! How amazing are college students? Although I have never been to college, I..."
"You, what are you?"
"Forget it, let's not talk about it. I've seen a lot of college students. Where can they sit? The crew is looking at the school behind them. Who knows them after they leave the school?"
"Every year in Hengdian, students who have just graduated from the film school join. Those who have no connections are not like us, starting from the bottom."
"Hahaha, just be sour."
After finally staying up until 2:30 in the afternoon, the students began to change clothes and prepare for filming.
"Bang!!"
Four or five boxes were thrown out, and they were all filled with clothes, pants and shoes from the 1970s and 1980s.
The veteran extraordinaire with sharp eyes and quick hands rushed forward, quickly picked up the cleanest piece of clothing, tried it on and threw it out if it didn't fit.
Seeing this, other people swarmed around. Some tried on clothes and shoes on the spot. They took off their socks, and there were bursts of smoke. If they didn't fit, they changed to another pair.
Have any of the Nortel students seen this kind of battle before? They were college students anyway, so they didn’t go up and grab clothes to wear. They planned to wait until they finished choosing.
The leading teacher, Gao Jing, smiled and said nothing when he saw this scene. Some things still have to be experienced by the students themselves.
A few minutes later, when it was almost time to see each other, Tao Jing turned his attention to the students and shouted: "What are you doing in the cold? Hurry up and change your clothes. The whole crew is waiting for you?"
"oh oh!"
"Teacher, where is the dressing room?" a girl asked.
The weather was too hot, so some people just wore short-sleeved shirts and hot pants, which were not suitable for changing in front of so many people.
Gao Jing smiled and turned to look at the assistant director, "Director Wang, do you have a dressing room for extras?"
"Ahem." Wang Heng was embarrassed. Don't you know if there are dressing rooms for extra performers? Hollywood doesn't even have such a standard equipment.
"I'm sorry, Teacher Gao, the conditions are simple. Just put your clothes on. Anyway, we won't be able to take pictures for a long time."
Nodding slightly, Tao Jing turned to the students and said coldly: "Did you hear them all?"
With a reluctant cry, the students rummaged through the pile of clothes. As soon as they got closer, they smelled a rancid smell, body odor, and sweat odor mixed together, and the creaking and darkening of the clothes could be seen.
There was also a strong smell of foot odor, and several girls looked pale. They finally understood why a large group of people just snatched them so quickly.
"Damn it! You haven't washed your shoes for two fucking months, right? Will there be athlete's foot after wearing these shoes?"
"Ugh! I can't stand it."
Holding a bottle of mineral water, Wang Chengyang chuckled and said: "The crew's clothes are rented, and the costume company washes them every six months."
"If you are afraid of getting sick, you can rest assured. These clothes are worn every day. Everyone is fine and healthy."
A group of students turned to look at the extras. There were more than forty burly men with yellow teeth, some were dark-skinned men with greasy hair, and some were young men sitting on the dusty floor playing with mobile phones.
"These, these clothes, were all worn by them?" The female student's lips were trembling.
"Yes!" Wang Chengyang nodded, "Look at how healthy they are and in great shape. By the way, I remind you, hurry up and choose your shoes. I don't know if some of them have athlete's foot or not."
Holding their noses, the students rummaged reluctantly, hoping to find a few clean clothes, but these were leftovers picked out by others, so how could they be any good?
From behind, Tao Jing's stern voice came, telling them to hurry up.
His whole body was trembling and he couldn't care about anything else. One student picked up his clothes and put them on his head. He held his breath the whole time and had a very wonderful expression on his face.
Lu Meng put on a floral dress and felt uncomfortable all over. She always felt like something was crawling on her back. She looked at the black rubber-soled shoes in her hands with disgust on her face.
"Those who have changed their clothes will come to put on their makeup and line up in a line."
The makeup artist urged the extras to line up one by one to put on makeup. It was said to be makeup, but in fact it was just mud and dust made of paint on the face.
Seeing a group of extras sitting on the ground waiting to put on makeup, the students were too smart to ask if there was such a thing as a dressing room.
"Classmate, the tissue wiped off the makeup on your face. You can't roll up your sleeves. You still have to put on makeup when you expose the back of your hands."
Lu Meng almost vomited when she smelled some unknown paint on her face, it smelled fishy.
After finally finishing my makeup, I thought I would start shooting immediately, but I didn’t know that I had to wait for the light, because the light was not good now.
"vomit!"
The weather was too hot and the clothes on her body were sour. After a while, a fair-skinned female student finally couldn't help but vomited.
Gao Jing walked over and helped the student to rest under the pergola. When he saw the staff running over, he waved his hand carelessly, "It's okay. It may be a bit of heatstroke. It will be fine in a while."
"vomit!!"
Within a few seconds of talking, the student vomited again, including his breakfast.
At home, I am the apple of my parents' eye. I have clothes to put on, food to eat, and mouth to eat. When have I ever lived like this? The first time I put on dirty clothes, I knelt down.
The classmates gathered around and talked about the girl's body. Tao Jing sighed: "You will all graduate in the future. Unless you have connections in the entertainment industry and have money at home, wearing dirty clothes may stay with you for a long time."
For a long time.”
"Teacher, have you ever worn dirty clothes before?"
"Come on, our conditions back then were much harder than yours now. We only paid more than ten yuan a day. Stop hanging around and go do something."
After vomiting for a while, the stomach was cleared, but the female student did not vomit. She rested for a few minutes and continued on the set.
This practical training is graded, and failure to complete it will affect your semester grades.
"The stage manager will guide them to their positions and explain the rules clearly. Don't run around. Xiao Wang, please help keep an eye on them."
"Understood." Wang Chengyang nodded.
"What you have to do is very simple. Do you see the mark in front? Just run straight over after a while. The slogan is to hit Chen Jianghe, so run faster."
"So simple?"
"Easy?" Wang Chengyang showed his white teeth, "You'll know in a moment. By the way, that female classmate, please change your shoes. There should be no casual shoes. It will be very troublesome to appear on camera."
Seeing some girls wearing his own shoes, Wang Chengyang kindly reminded them.
In a drama from the 1980s, what is the concept of today's shoes? This is seriously misleading, and the director can scold people to death.
"I, I have no shoes." Song Xue blushed, lowered her head and hesitated.
"No shoes?"
Wang Chengyang was stunned, that shouldn't be the case. How could the crew be short of shoes? He ran to the box and took a look and saw that there were clearly four or five pairs left.
It's just that the smell is a bit strong, mosquitoes are buzzing around the upper part of my mouth, the white insole is pitch black, and from one meter away, a pungent smell hits my face and goes straight into my heart and lungs. It's so smelly.
Wearing this kind of shoes is indeed a huge challenge, and veteran extras would not dare to do it unless absolutely necessary.
After running to the staff resting area, a few minutes later, Wang Chengyang gave Song Xue a pair of black rubber-soled shoes, "I found someone to make these from a nearby village. They were just washed yesterday. If you don't mind, take them and wear them."