Every word he says has a special ending...
Su Zhuo hung up the phone, unscrewed the bottle of mineral water and took a big sip.
The weather was really hot, luckily the air conditioning in the dressing room was powerful, otherwise the actors and teachers would have to get scalded after putting on their costumes and makeup and then being kept in this place for two or three hours.
"Su Zhuo." Yan Dantong came over with a walkie-talkie in hand. Every step required precise coordination, and she ran back and forth busily, not daring to let go of the walkie-talkie for a moment. "How is it? Did you get in touch?"
"Sister Tong, Ziyue has bought a ticket and is probably on his way to the theater, but..."
"But what?"
"It's a male fan."
"It's not surprising to have male fans, it's just that our show..."
Second Voice's original audio works primarily target the female market. The gender ratio of players in the "Searching for Fate" game and the Voice Actor Festival indicate that 99.9% of the audience is young women, so "Song of the Snowy Road" remains a female-oriented, male-dominated theme. However, a script for a public performance wouldn't likely include unspeakable plots, as they wouldn't pass censorship. But wouldn't many men be open to such material?
Yan Dantong was not sure. Today's aesthetics are diversified, and the plot is what it is. As for how to interpret it, that is the audience's business. She doesn't need to think too much about it.
"Well, go eat first. Before the show starts, go through the scheduling book carefully and remind the actors to wait in line. Don't recognize the wrong person."
"I know, Sister Tong, they're wearing costumes, I can recognize them."
"Go half an hour early and check everything you need for the meeting."
"receive!"
There was such a big mess at the Voice Actor Festival, so we must not make any more mistakes this time, especially those related to Teacher Anjie. We must be extremely careful.
"Teacher An and Teacher Wen seem to have not eaten yet. Should I go and call them?" Su Zhuo said.
"The door is closed. They're probably rehearsing inside." Yan Dantong reminded him to keep his voice down. "Bring three servings over here and eat while you wait for them. Pay attention to the time. Teacher An will be in the first scene. Don't delay."
"Well, I'll stay here and not go anywhere before the show starts."
"I'll go check out the dressing room and come change you later."
Voice actor dramas are mainly based on voice performances, and have relatively high requirements for audio equipment. The dubbing actors cooperated with the sound teacher to adjust the microphones and were waiting for the show to begin, but the two leading actors disappeared together.
"Don't be nervous. At times like this, people need to be in a relatively relaxed state so that their emotions and feelings will be fuller." An Jie said to Wen Zichuan.
He was wearing a tight-fitting short shirt today, with his ponytail combed high and his eyebrows and eyes embellished with makeup, revealing the appearance of an innocent boy - when Chu Xingge followed Wen Chong to learn swordsmanship, he was just a handsome boy in his teens.
Wen Zichuan was even more struck by his effortless vocal ability than his appearance. Mr. An's usual voice is a gentle, rich baritone, but once he's in character, General Chu's voice is like a Coke bottle suddenly unsealed, exuding a refreshing and unrestrained aura, even the subtle, yet subtle edge is perfectly captured.
But Anjie is not a teenager after all. Pseudo-old and pseudo-young are both very harmful to his throat, so he should have rested well now and saved his best condition for the official performance.
"Teacher An, I haven't been able to handle this part well. I'm sorry for wasting a lot of your time." Wen Zichuan was a little frustrated. There were indeed a few highlight clips where he couldn't keep up with An Jie's acting.
An Jie smiled and said to him in the same voice as Chu Xingge: "I accept your apology, but Senior Brother Wen gave in so easily. I really underestimated you."
This line is not in the script.
Wen Zichuan realized that Anjie called him into the lounge specifically to give him some "make-up lessons".
"The Dafeng Iron Cavalry isn't so useless as to let a mere civilian die in battle! I'm leaving the city tonight, so don't follow me." An Jie pointed at the script, "Start from here, and do it again."
Wen Zichuan took a deep breath and adjusted his state: "I am your senior brother, why should I listen to you? General Chu, do you want to rely on your status to order me around?"
There was always a feeling that something was not right when he said this, but he didn't know what was wrong.
"Zichuan, look, there are at least two levels of emotions here, right?" An Jie guided him.
"Well, there's Wen Hao's worry about Chu Xingge going to the battlefield, and also his ever-present inferiority complex."
"Besides that? Do you think Wen Hao likes Chu Xingge?"
"Of course, he just refuses to face his own heart."
Anjie looked focused: "When you like someone but don't get any return, what do you think? Do you feel aggrieved?"
"Wronged?"
Yes, there are still grievances.
Because of Chu Xingge's sunny personality, he always pampers and coaxes Wen Hao. Wen Hao doesn't show it on the surface, but in fact he can't live without him. Knowing that he is leaving, worry and inferiority are just superficial emotions, but inside, there must be grievances.
"From what I know about Chu Xingge, although he and Wen Hao knew each other as teenagers, he always puts defending his country before romantic interests. He's emotionally outgoing and treats everyone sincerely. Wen Hao, on the other hand, is reserved and only has Chu Xingge in his eyes and heart," An Jie analyzed. "Their relationship is unequal."
“An unequal emotional relationship…”
In this scene, Wen Hao and Chu Xingge argued about whether they could go to the battlefield together. In fact, Wen Hao used this incident to express his feelings. He heard Chu Xingge's blunt rejection and sentenced his love to death.
Although these contents are not explicitly written in the script, as an actor, I have to analyze the character's inner thoughts.
"Teacher An, I understand."
"Time is running out, let's do it again."
As Wen Zichuan acted opposite An Jie, his understanding and speculation of Wen Hao became deeper. He empathized with an inferior and awkward soul, concealing his love for the other person that was engraved in his bones.
"Even if you don't want to take me with you, I will insist on asking you to do so. Whether I choose to live and die with you is a matter for me alone."
Through the monologue in the last scene, he seemed to see Chu Xingge rushing over on a snowy night and holding up Wen Hao's cold body. That was Wen Hao's dream before his death. Perhaps from beginning to end, he was the only one who was moved.
Anjie saw that he had entered the state: "Is it okay?"
Wen Zichuan nodded: "Yeah."
Anjie patted his shoulder and said, "Let's go. The show is about to start. Don't let them find it."
Su Zhuo was standing guard at the door. When the door opened, he saw him, like a rabbit, holding two still-warm lunch boxes. "Teacher An, Teacher Wen, please eat something before you come up."
"Sorry, I forgot to tell you that I don't eat before going on stage. My stomach is too full and my voice is weak." An Jie smiled politely and walked straight to the stage entrance.
"I'm not eating either." Wen Zichuan thought Su Zhuo must have been waiting outside for a long time, feeling embarrassed, so he added, "You've worked hard."
Su Zhuo's face suddenly turned red, and he said to his back: "It's okay, it's okay! Come on, Teacher Wen!"
There were only five minutes left before the show started. In the waiting areas on both sides of the stage, all kinds of scenery and props, big and small, were neatly arranged. Looking out from the narrow gap at the stage entrance, the three tiers of auditorium were already full, with all of them clean and well-proportioned little girls.
The other actors were already in place. Seeing An Jie and Wen Zichuan arrive late, Xia Qiming, who played Wen Chong, hurried over and joked with An Jie, "No wonder I haven't seen you two in a long time. Have you been secretly cultivating your relationship? Oh, I only have this one precious son. Did you kidnap him without my consent?"
He has collaborated with Anjie many times, spending more time recording dramas together than with his own son, and they often joke about their characters.
After all, it's rare to get to play the role of Teacher An's "elder".
An Jie looked at his fake beard and laughed: "Is the microphone turned off? Don't let it get out of hand."
Wen Zichuan and Xia Qiming were not very familiar with each other, so he was a little confused about the conversation. He pursed his lips and smiled, which was considered as an agreement.
The sound engineer came over and put microphones on them. Chen Yilan's voice came from the intercom: "All actors, take your positions. All departments, prepare. Cue the words. Lights out in one minute."
The background music setting the mood gradually faded away. At the other side of the stage, Mu Cen, a teacher from the Imperial Capital Chinese Music Society, spoke up: "Dear audience friends, the performance is about to begin. Please turn off your electronic devices or switch them to silent mode. During the performance, please refrain from taking photos or videos. Please take care of your valuables to prevent accidents. Please take care of your boyfriend or girlfriend, if you have one."
As expected of a professional, Mu Cen's clear and melodious voice coupled with a not-so-serious word had the audience laughing before the main show even started.
Zhou Yitang laughed so hard that he fell down, just like a pigeon that had its feathers plucked out and was full of resentment.
Pop.
The lights in the venue went out, and the background music flowed like a spring again, and "Hao Xue Xing Ge" officially began.
While voice actor dramas are a relatively rare genre in China, they still fall under the category of stage performance. Cheng Sizhou isn't exactly a professional in this area, but as an atypical artistic young man, he genuinely enjoys all types of stage performances.
The art form that integrates fine arts, music, lighting, sound, stage, performance and other categories, and ingeniously combines them into an immediate, unchangeable, and seamless art form that allows actors to unleash their energy to the fullest is itself the epitome of human creativity.
But others present didn't seem to think so.
As the plot progresses, every interaction between Chu Xingge and Wen Hao will cause the audience to burst into screams.
From the front, the back, the left, and the right, the screams seemed to want to poke a hole in the roof of the theater, soar into the sky and circle the earth several times, and then quickly tighten, tighten, kidnapping Cheng Sizhou's fragile and pitiful eardrums and the top of his head that was inexplicably affected.
Wen Hao: "There's a letter on the table. Sister Chun'er asked me to give it to you."
Chu Xingge: "Brother, you know a lot of characters, can you help me take a look?"
Wen Hao: "If you don't want to read it, just burn it."
Chu Xingge: "No, no, no, let me see, let me see."
Wen Hao: "Hmph!"
Chu Xingge: "If I don't watch, Senior Brother will be angry. If I watch, Senior Brother will be angry too. If I do something wrong, Senior Brother, please tell me and I will apologize to you."
"Ahhhhhh——" Seeing An Jie coaxing people gently, Zhou Yitang contributed a heavy volume of 120 decibels in his ear, howling almost breaking his voice.
Cheng Sizhou used his willpower to block out the noise she made and focus his attention on Wen Zichuan. The Wen Hao he played had made great progress compared to the little prince.
Perhaps it was because the theater's equipment was so good that it amplified the voice characteristics of the voice actors. He found that the last word of each sentence spoken by Teacher Wen had a special ending sound.
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