☆, Chapter 9 Audition
Wen Mianyu was not surprised. She had discovered how good Su Moli's voice was when she was warming up her voice on the first day.
Perhaps because of her poor brain, Su Moli sacrificed all her intelligence on her voice. Her natural voice is charming and especially suitable for singing opera.
Wen Mianyu started learning Kunqu Opera with her grandmother at the age of six. Although she has had no time to practice in recent years due to her busy work, her foundation as a descendant of a family of opera singers is still there. Her singing of "The Peony Pavilion" is gorgeous and melodious, her recitation is elegant and clear, and her graceful and elegant posture in every gesture attracts everyone's attention.
The song, which was not long to begin with, seemed to be shortened exponentially due to her excellent performance. Even after Wen Mianyu finished her song, the judges were still a little dazed.
Director Lin changed his previous businesslike indifference and looked at Wen Mianyu with shining eyes, "Have you studied Kunqu Opera?"
This is of course nonsense. The basic requirement for the audition is a foundation in opera. Those without any foundation would not dare to come.
But having said that, most of the students in the Performance Department have a pretty amateur foundation in Kunqu Opera, and some with a good foundation just don't have good looks. Wen Mianyu is the first one with both good looks and a great voice.
Director Lin's excitement inevitably made his words unclear. He paused before adding, "What I mean is, you have a good foundation and have studied Kunqu Opera for many years? Do you have any stage performance experience?"
Wen Mianyu nodded and said, "I started learning Kunqu Opera with my grandmother when I was six years old, so I've been exposed to it for more than ten years. I've been busy with work in recent years and haven't sung for a long time, so the transitions in some lines aren't very good."
This was a humble statement, and everyone could hear it, but didn't think much of it.
Only Lu Congxu frowned slightly. He looked at Wen Mianyu, pursed his thin lips, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't.
Director Lin asked curiously, "Does your grandmother also sing Kunqu Opera?"
"Well, my grandma liked it very much when she was young. She set up a stage in her hometown and sang for the villagers." Wen Mianyu's expression softened a little when he mentioned Duan Xiuhua.
"You've been influenced by it since you were little. No wonder you sing so well." Director Lin chuckled. "Is there anyone in your family who works in opera?"
"My grandfather likes Peking Opera," said Wen Bieyu.
Lu Congxu's eyes suddenly became more complicated when he looked at her.
Wen Mianyu could guess what he was thinking to some extent - this woman was sick again.
What she said was all about her original background. Lu Congxu grew up with her and naturally knew her past. Moreover, this past was no secret on the Internet. With the lessons learned from the past, Lu Congxu probably thought that she, Su Moli, was pretending to be Wen Mianyu.
"Can you sing Peking Opera?" Director Lin asked.
Wen Mianyu nodded, "Yes, I will sing a short piece of The Drunken Concubine?"
"Okay." Director Lin knocked on the table happily.
Wen Mianyu took a deep breath and began to sing.
Compared with the gentle and melodious water-grinding tune of Kunqu Opera, the singing style of Peking Opera is heavier and more vigorous, and it also tests one's breathing ability.
The original owner's body had not undergone long-term systematic training, so his lung capacity was much poorer, so Wen Mianyu only sang a short passage for the sake of courtesy.
After listening to her singing, Deputy Director Liu, a Peking Opera enthusiast, clapped his hands in satisfaction and said, "You sang really well. Although not as good as those famous singers, you are still as good as the professionals."
"Director Liu, you're too kind." Wen Mianyu smiled modestly.
Director Lin couldn't be more pleased with her at this point, his eyes narrowed with a smile, "Your opera skills are quite good, and your figure is also good. I'm just not sure about your acting skills. Try a scene."
As he spoke, he winked at the assistant beside him.
The assistant understood and picked up the script on the table and handed it to Wen Mianyu.
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