MTL - The Big Shot’s Movie Star Wife Is Beautiful and Sassy

  Chapter 20 Auditions

  Zhou Kening went to the bathroom, and when she returned to the rest area, Tang Zhixi was already standing in a quiet corner, sending messages to someone.

  She walked over quickly, worried: "Zhixi, did you meet Yang Qing just now?"

  In the bathroom just now, I heard them chatting that a girl named Tang Zhixi **** off Yang Qing.

  Tang Zhixi turned off her phone and put it in her pocket, humming.

   "Are you okay?" Zhou Kening became a little nervous again, "Have you been bullied? I'll go find her."

   Said that Zhou Kening was about to leave, Tang Zhixi grabbed her wrist and pulled her back: "No, I wasn't bullied."

"real?"

"Um."

  No one was bullied, Zhou Kening was relieved. After a while, I started worrying about the audition again. Today's competition is too great, and now they are having an unpleasant fight with Yang Qing, this role may not be in their hands.

   "This, for me?" Tang Zhixi saw that Zhou Kening was holding a number plate in his hand, and he squeezed it tighter and tighter, wrinkled.

"Oh, I almost forgot." Zhou Kening smoothed the number plate, tore it off and pasted it on Tang Zhixi's body, his fingertips trembling, "The male lead director wants to invite Duan Nian, but if he doesn't come, there is a backup candidate, the female lead There are probably Yang Qing's people over there. Most of these people are coming towards the second female today. You are number nineteen, so you may have to wait a little longer."

   "Yeah." Tang Zhixi lowered her eyes, watching her put the number plate on herself, and tidy up her clothes.

"Don't be nervous, this time I'm just here to experience the audition, don't pay too much attention to the result." Zhou Kening instructed, "There are many people who come, and they are all professional performers. You just need to perform normally. If you really miss, we Find another play."

  Tang Zhixi looked at her white knuckles, and said, "Don't be nervous."

  "I" Zhou Kening let go of his hand, and squeezed out an ugly smile, "I'm not nervous, why would I be nervous, I'm not nervous at all."

   It was Tang Zhixi's turn nearly three hours after the audition started.

  She went in just as Mo Changhuan came out.

  I didn't want to talk to her at first, but Mo Changhuan raised his hand to stop her: "You'd better not go in. The director has already said just now that he is going to fix me. It doesn't make sense for you to go 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 the figure is for this role?" Mo Changhuan looked her up and down like a blind man, and said, "You have neither learned dancing nor acting, go in Isn't it self-defeating?"

  Tang Zhixi looked at her, with ice in her cold eyes.

  Mo Changhuan met her gaze, subconsciously withdrew his hand and took a step back. It wasn't until Tang Zhixi went in for an audition that she came to her senses.

   Steady my mind, said contemptuously: "So what if you have a good figure, so what if you look good. If you don't have the foundation and want to compete for this role, it's a dream!"

  In the audition room, after Mo Changhuan went out, the screenwriter and director had a discussion.

   "That Mo Changhuan just now is very good. After seeing so many people, let's choose her. Don't look at the rest."

   "It's okay for me to watch. I've seen so many before, and it's the same. The traces of the first-class performance have not grasped the essence of this role at all."

   "It's still from Yang Qing." The director flipped through the information and smiled, "She has a very poisonous eye, and the professional ability of the artists under her hands has passed the test."

   "Okay, then we will decide on her." The screenwriter said, "I am also very satisfied. Since there are some who are satisfied, the people behind will not read it. There are too many people, and I am tired of 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 enter, our role has already been decided, and there's no need for the rest."

  The voice suddenly disappeared.

  The screenwriter also looked over at this time, and the relaxed expression after choosing the role was suddenly stunned.

   To be exact, I was amazed.

  Everyone in the room looked at her, but no one made a sound.

  Tang Zhixi was still holding the doorknob with one hand, looking at the director with a calm expression: "No more auditions?"

   "No!" The screenwriter stood up suddenly, the sound of the chair rubbing against 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, and then flipped through the information in his hand: "No. 19, Tang Zhixi."

   Tang Zhixi responded.

  The director looked at the photo on the resume, and then at Tang Zhixi: "You are so beautiful. I thought this photo was of P. But the real person is prettier than the photo."

  The screenwriter wiped his face again, and finally found his voice: "There is no need to do anything, she is Meng Lian standing here."

  Meng Lian is the role that Tang Zhixi wants to audition for.

  The director nodded heavily, but frowned when he saw the information behind her.

  It’s fine if you haven’t learned acting. It’s a blank sheet of paper. If you have talent, it’s easier to teach. But I haven't learned anything, isn't it a bit too much.

  Although their requirements are not high, she has lowered their requirements too much.

   "You" the director took the script and flipped through two pages and said, "You come to this scene. Come and play for him."

   Tang Zhixi took a closer look at the scene he was talking about.

   is a scene where Meng Lian goes offline. The undercover identity was discovered, and 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.

  In order to avoid her being caught and sentenced.

  The male protagonist who kept in touch with her secretly killed her with a sniper gun from a distance.

   This was also discussed by the two.

  Once exposed, if it is irreparable, kill the other party, and do not give the enemy the opportunity to humiliate and torture.

   Tang Zhixi remembered all the words in the script, but there were no lines in this scene. She glanced at it, took the two prop swords from the side, stood in the middle and said, "That's fine."

  The director's assistant tapped the board.

  In order to heighten the atmosphere, that part of the opera was also played.

   Tang Zhixi only made two movements, and the eyes of the director and screenwriter lit up, and the two looked at each other, as if they had picked up a treasure.

  In the middle of the play, the performers broke in to arrest her. The leader, triumphant, seemed to have a chance for revenge, and said several harsh and provocative words in succession.

  But Tang Zhixi just glanced at them, as if anyone who came to this play today would have to finish singing.

  The captors approached her, and they were all around, pointing guns at her.

  Tang Zhixi's eyelashes trembled slightly as soon as she made her debut, and the next second, the person on the other side made a "bang" sound.

  Tang Zhixi moved her left shoulder back, and she staggered backwards. The sword in his left hand also fell to the ground, making a sound.

   And what is very cooperative is that the hairpin, which would not fall off in a fight, fell down with her movements, and the ink spread out and hung behind her...

   At the same time, a tear slipped down from the left eye. She fell down slowly, like a beautiful woman taking a curtain call, and even the movement of falling was gentle and beautiful.

   There are a few strands of hair on the face, creating a broken feeling. A faint smile appeared on his face, and finally he slowly closed his eyes.

  That smile can’t explain the unclear feeling. It seems to be relieved, but also seems to be unwilling, longing, and longing

  It is very touching.

  However, when everyone was immersed in this short scene, Tang Zhixi had already got up, picked up the hairpin and put it in her pocket, tucked her hair and stood up, out of emotion, and returned to her usual alienation.

  As if the person who just acted was not her.

   This chapter should be called Audition Play Jingmu Zanzi

  (end of this chapter)