Disaster Artist

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Jumping, dancing, blooming, and releasing, Song Jiangchao seemed to return to the origin of everything——

He is still an ignorant toddler who doesn't know dance or music. He just fiddles with his limbs clumsily following the melody, trying to feel those rhythms and rhythms with his body. He can't even control his body effectively, but his heart can still Feel those rhythms.

At that time, their world was so simple, they didn't care about other people's eyes, their ridicule, or their own clumsiness.

Unknowingly, the smile on the corner of the mouth rose up, wanton and gorgeous, as if he could feel the golden sunshine of Lanchuan, sprinkled all over the sky.

So, even if the opportunity is missed, so what? Even if it is used as a vase, so what? Even if I may never be able to become an actor, so what?

At least, he made an attempt, bravely chasing his dream, whether he succeeded or failed, he did not regret it.

Until now, Song Jiangchao still remembers that day when he told his fellow musical theater friends in Gaotan that he had an opportunity to perform, so he was going to Lanchuan to pursue his dream of becoming a film actor—

silence.

There is only silence among the friends, neither praise nor condemnation, just silence.

Song Jiangchao fully understood.

In recent years, stage plays have become more and more declining, just like TV and movies. Under the impact of increasingly trendy and richer entertainment methods in the Internet age, there is little room for stage plays to survive. The epitome of drama gradually withdrawing from the stage of history.

As a result, the loss of stage actors has always been very serious. A large part of them are poor and unable to sustain themselves, and then they turn around and say goodbye secretly, 90% of them are like this; only a small part is excavated by Lan Chuan's film project, and they can't wait to leave Stage play, the pursuit of a bright future.

Of course, there are all negative emotions such as envy, jealousy, resentment, incomprehension, rejection, etc., but deep down, they all understand that these choices cannot be blamed.

But... the truth is the truth, when the little friends around them really seek the opportunity to turn around and leave, the feeling is still indescribable.

The silence contained mixed emotions such as regret, bitterness, envy, contradictions, etc. In the end, they wished him good luck—

Indeed, he needs a little luck.

The competition for stage plays is already very, very fierce, but Lanchuan is basically a nightmare abyss, eating people without spitting out bones. After entering, there may be no splashes at all, and there are still countless young people rushing forward to fill the never-ending gap. Abyss of bones.

Song Jiangchao still remembered those eyes, including anger, envy, disdain, pity, rejection, congratulations, and appreciation...then all turned into silence.

Song Jiangchao also thought about whether his life would be different if he stayed in Gaotan.

But after much thought, the final answer is still the same:

Doing it all over again, he will still make the same choice, not because of Lan Chuan's feasting and brilliance, but because he likes the big screen.

He has never forgotten the shock of seeing dinosaurs on the big screen for the first time, so that he firmly believes that movies are a kind of magic.

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So, he has no regrets.

However, not regretting is one thing, but the cruel reality is another. The pressure and burden are still piled on his shoulders.

Almost out of breath.

Even just now, he sincerely believed that the central position was his life-saving straw. When the position was taken away, hope would be extinguished.

He fell into despair and bewilderment, unknowingly, he had already forgotten his original intention and enthusiasm.

Until he started dancing again.

Unprecedented, Song Jiangchao enjoys this moment, dancing becomes a kind of catharsis and release, and happiness and joy run through his whole body like this.

In fact, life is very complicated, indeed very, very complicated; but in the same way, life can also be very simple, as simple as a dance and a song can light up the world, and a movie can send your thoughts to the earth. Extending from corner to corner, happiness is not so complicated.

Jumping, dancing, smiling, climbing up the corner of the mouth, completely immersed in the turbulence and heat.

Until the surge of noise interrupted the dance, it was Ouyang Nalian who seemed to be shouting something, and the intrusion of the noise disrupted the rhythm of the dance.

Song Jiangchao was also dragged out of his own world, his dance steps paused for a while, and he scanned around subconsciously to see the reactions of other people around him.

Sweating profusely, but happiness surged in his chest, and the smile just rose from the corner of his mouth. Looking at Ouyang Nalian's strong performance again, he no longer had the timidity and restraint just now. He just panted heavily, immersed in this In a moment of catharsis, there is only a blank in the whole brain.

confusion?

so what?

What's important is that he's happy right now, he's happy right now, he's completely in the moment, and that's the only thing that matters.

Hiding in the crowd, Song Jiangchao thought that no one would pay attention to him. After all, he was in a corner, but that was not the case.

"Not bad, really good. I'm a layman in dancing, and I don't see any professionalism, but my eyes can't help being attracted to him, it's so contagious."

"Dance is the same as performance. It is a mood and emotion from the depths of the soul. The audience can feel it. He is indeed very eye-catching."

"That's right, it's still easy to attract attention in the corners, so, is this expressiveness?"

"Expressive power is on the one hand~ www.readwn.com~ There is also understanding. Without melody and music, he understood the core of the dance only through dance steps. This is a kind of understanding. It can be seen that, He is really talented in this area, which is not the same as the image in the media reports."

"Ha, director, I wondered before, he was considered traffic, why did he appear in the third audition list, but now it seems that I was wrong."

Ji Xu, his face full of surprise, he has never been able to understand what is called "expression and appeal", especially dance, don't they look the same?

Of course, Ji Xu also admitted that he is not a professional and has nothing to do with it, so he is not qualified to make random judgments.

Anyway, he couldn't tell why.

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However, today Ji Xu finally understands that sentence, true beauty can be felt even if you are not a professional, it is a kind of pure enjoyment.

The bustling crowd, the dense layout, and the mirrors surrounded on three sides, just like a sci-fi movie, overlapping hundreds of figures, dazzled and dizzy, it will be difficult to judge accurately for a while, and the eyes don't know where to go Come on, there are too many things to watch.

However, Ji Xu always easily finds Song Jiangchao in the crowd.

really!

Talent is different.

It's a pity that there was an interfering factor at the scene, which interrupted this pure enjoyment, and then shifted the focus of the audience to himself again—

Ouyang Nalian.