Chapter 990 I Believe You Will Succeed
When Zheng Qian swiped her card and pushed open the wooden door of the rehearsal room, the old fluorescent tubes crackled overhead.
In front of the mirror wall, Professor Xu was redesigning the movements of Chekhov's "The Seagull" when the circle of more than a dozen students suddenly burst into applause - the girl in the white dress had just finished reciting Nina's famous monologue.
"Stop." Professor Xu suddenly tapped the script on the floor. "The emotional intensity is strong enough, but your eyes are looking for the camera."
The girl blinked blankly.
"Drama isn't a close-up shot in a movie or TV show. Your pain should fill the entire theater." The old man turned and saw Zhen Yan standing in the shadows. His cloudy eyes suddenly lit up. "It's perfect. Let your senior sister demonstrate the farewell scene in Act 4."
When Zhen Yan knelt in front of the prop bench soaked in moonlight, she suddenly remembered the avant-garde drama she had rehearsed by the Suzhou River in late autumn last year.
At that time, she was wearing a costume swollen by rain and screamed Nina's lines into the freighter's whistle until her throat tasted bloody.
"You brought Nina back to life." Professor Xu whispered as she finished the last sentence.
Thunderous applause broke out at the scene. Zhen Yan came to her senses, stood up and bowed to the audience, turned around and walked off the stage, and waited until Professor Xu finished the class before walking forward.
"Professor Xu..."
Professor Xu interrupted her, "I know what you want to say. Just do what you want to do and don't worry about anything else."
Zhen Yan was stunned for a moment, "How do you know?"
"Your eyes told me that eyes can speak."
When Zhen Yan walked into the rehearsal room, her eyes were filled with confusion, confusion about herself and confusion about the future.
Professor Xu smiled and patted her shoulder gently. "Come on, I believe you will succeed."
After she left, Zhen Yan took a deep breath and turned to leave.
On the way back, Zheng Qian received a notice from Director Wang's assistant.
It says "Female No. 2 Shen Bingqing" followed by three eye-catching alternative names, and the last one in brackets says "recommended by investors".
"The final auditions will be tomorrow morning at ten o'clock." Zheng Qian looked at Zhen Yan. "I just heard that Lin Ruoxuan took Mr. Zhou to Director Wang's studio."
As the nanny car passed through the tunnel under the river, Zhen Yan rested her forehead against the cold glass window.
The tunnel lights formed a flowing galaxy in the darkness, and her expression gradually became empty.
The next day, they arrived at the set two hours early, only to find that Lin Ruoxuan's RV had already been parked in the VIP parking space.
A row of haute couture clothes of the season hangs in the dressing room, and a makeup artist is applying the third layer of concealer to the face of a newlywed - it is said that this is an internet celebrity who was inserted by a certain video platform.
"Director Wang has temporarily changed the audition format," the executive producer shouted over the megaphone. "All candidates, please wait in the lobby and enter the performance booths according to your numbers."
When Zhen Yan's canvas bag hit the metal detection door, the book "An Actor's Self-cultivation" fell to the ground with a bang.
She bent down to pick it up, but heard the familiar scent of Chanel No. 5 above her head.
"What a coincidence, Miss Zhen." Lin Ruoxuan's diamond bracelet brushed against the back of her hand. "I heard that there will be a reaction shot during the final review. You'd better..." She suddenly lowered her voice, "cover the scar on your neck properly."
The performance cabin is a hexagonal space for holographic projection.
The moment Zhen Yan stepped into the cabin, the surrounding walls suddenly turned into an unfinished building in the rain. This was the highlight of Shen Bingqing discovering her lover's betrayal.
She instinctively reached for her ring finger—there should have been a prop ring there, but the stagehand handed her a real utility knife.
"Start!" came the command from the headset.
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