Disaster Artist

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Maybe, they're right; maybe not, but there's no time for slow thinking now, just improvisation—

So, in the rehearsal room in front of you, are you really inviting the audition actors to rehearse together?

But, rehearsal for what?

They don't know anything about the movie, the project, or the scene in front of them. The room is like a secret room, and they are suddenly asked to start solving the puzzle?

Is this too difficult?

But Aya wasn't nervous—

Strictly speaking, nervous is still nervous, but not flustered.

Because she believed that the real intention of the director's audition was never to solve puzzles. From the first two auditions, it can be seen that puzzles are not important.

The director set up a situation, the most important thing is to observe the reaction of the actors in such a situation, whether real or acting, no matter what the method is, but the performance presented by the actors is the answer that the director needs, which also means that one A thousand actors may have a thousand reactions.

There is no correct answer.

Only the director knew what actor he was looking for, just like this project, it was mysterious and did not disclose any specific information at all.

If the actors spend their time trying to solve the puzzle, they may be self-defeating and miss their own work as actors.

Therefore, she doesn't need to panic, it is enough to follow her heart and show herself.

Although there are still countless question marks in his mind, Aya temporarily put it aside, regained his focus, and began to observe other people around—

Not the audition actors, but the people who were already in the rehearsal room.

They chatted and... warmed up.

warm up?

Although I don't know the reason, Aya also immediately started to warm up, simply moving his wrists and ankles, and then, there was a small commotion next to him—

Ouyang Nalian.

Even if you want to ignore it, it is not an easy task, because Ouyang Nalian directly entered the center of the stage and stood under the spotlight, with eyes from all directions coming together, you can easily see every move of Ouyang Nalian. Close your eyes or you can't avoid it.

"Please make way, this is my place."

Ouyang Nalian said.

She stood beside Song Jiangchao, her face was expressionless, but she showed a hint of arrogance.

Song Jiangchao was a little overwhelmed, looked around, seemed not sure, Ouyang Nalian was talking to himself, but it seemed to be the case.

In fact, Song Jiangchao is a tall man of 190 centimeters, while Ouyang Nalian is only 160 centimeters tall. There is an obvious gap between the two.

Ouyang Nalian was only on Song Jiangchao's chest at this time. Literally, Song Jiangchao looked at people with his nostrils, but it was definitely not malicious.

However, at this time, Ouyang Nalian raised her chin slightly, her eyes revealed a hint of contempt and disdain, she easily suppressed Song Jiangchao's aura, and her seemingly polite words had an undeniable arbitrariness, directly issuing orders, Exudes a sense of taking it for granted from the inside out.

Song Jiangchao was very flustered, trying to find the crew for help, or suggestions from the onlookers.

Sorry, nothing.

Song Jiangchao can feel his helplessness—

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Indeed, who would want to offend Ouyang Nalian?

Thinking of this, Song Jiangchao was a little depressed. He finally grabbed the center of the stage, but he didn't expect that it would be a hot potato.

But Song Jiangchao was not willing to back down easily, he looked at Ouyang Nalian again, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "This is my position."

"No, this is not, this is my position." Ouyang Nalian emphasized it again, giving orders in an unmoved tone, bringing the debate to an end.

Song Jiangchao is in a dilemma. If there is a man in front of him, he can act tough and confront him head-on, even if he directly strikes.

And now?

Looking at Ouyang Nalian in front of him, Song Jiangchao worried that if he exerted a little force, he might break the matchstick in front of him.

So, should he speak harshly?

Aiya knows that she should not be nosy, she is not a superhero, nor is she a moral supervisor; moreover, there are countless similar things in Lanchuan, it is not a big deal at all, everyone just turns a blind eye when they see it In the eyes, as long as you don't encounter difficulties yourself, there is no problem.

But-

"This is his position, you shouldn't distort the facts." After all, Aiya couldn't hold back and said.

Swipe.

All eyes focused on Aya.

Aiya didn't notice at all, "He came first, and took the seat first, everything is about first come, first come first, you can't just make a request like this."

Song Jiangchao showed a grateful smile to Aiya, the 190cm tall man looked very embarrassed at this moment.

Ouyang Nalian became the one who lost all.

However, does Ouyang Nalian care?

of course not.

The smile on the corner of Ouyang Nalian's mouth bloomed, "Someone really thinks of themselves as a superhero? Didn't someone tell you that innocence is actually stupid?"

"You don't really think that in Lanchuan, there is such a thing as first-come-first-served? Whoever is strong will get it. If you don't fight or grab it, you will be struck by lightning if you pretend to be a little white rabbit in Lanchuan."

"Looking at your over-the-top sense of justice, people who don't know think you're trying to eradicate violence and bring peace to the people. You haven't watched too many hero movies, have you?"

Chi.

There was a sneer in the nasal cavity.

"Some people belong to the spotlight; some people are born supporting roles. If you don't recognize your position, you don't know how you died in Lanchuan."

A few words written lightly, filled with irrefutable arrogance and sharpness, and a touch of contempt, he glanced at Aya lightly from the corner of his eyes.

Aya wanted to swear, but usually she seldom swears, so what kind of swearing is the most appropriate at this moment? She is thinking hard.

The audience was silent~www.readwn.com~ All the trivial rustling sounds in the rehearsal room disappeared, and everything was completely quiet. In the true sense, any sound could be heard, even the sound of embroidery needles falling to the ground. It's so stiff.

Ouyang Nalian didn't care about those gazes at all, ignored Ai Ya, turned her head to look at Song Jiangchao as soon as she finished speaking—

"Are you going to get out of the way yourself, or are you going to tell the director that you nearly hurt my ankle by pushing me down to take my place?"

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As she said that, Ouyang Nalian took a step forward, without giving Song Jiangchao time to react, and touched porcelain head-on regardless.

Song Jiangchao was so startled by such an accident, he took a big step back reflexively, opened up the space, and raised his hands to show that he did not push and push, let alone touched Ouyang Nalian, to show clean.

In the next second, Ouyang Nalian was already standing in Song Jiangchao's position, standing upright in the center of the entire rehearsal room, focusing the eyes of the audience.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Although similar rumors have been heard countless times, hearing and seeing with your own eyes are still two different things. When you really see it, your first reaction is still unbelievable——

There is really someone so bold and domineering, and they don't worry about rumors at all.

Thinking about it seriously is no exception, after all...there are still few rumors about Ouyang Nalian in the entire industry?

Anyway, there are already so many, so there is no need for Ouyang Nalian to be concerned, is that right?

Yeah.

At this moment, the door of the rehearsal room was pushed open again.