Chapter 234 As Long as You Can
An Zhixia? Teacher Xiao An!
Everyone was even more surprised. They had heard of him. Wasn't he the genius screenwriter who had sent Yongyi Troupe to the forefront of the performing arts world for more than half a year and then moved to Huasheng Troupe? Wasn't he a bald old man with a white beard? How could he be a pretty girl who might not even be as old as them?
Being both talented and beautiful is just a setting in movies and TV shows!
This must be Teacher An’s granddaughter, or this girl must have a strong background and can use money and power to force a talented screenwriter to willingly serve as her ghostwriter!
Their ideas were surprisingly consistent, and they were discussing very enthusiastically, not taking the person on the stage seriously at all. Some even took advantage of the chaos and shouted, "Hurry up and get down!"
"This is the Spring Show Group Competition, not a place for you to play house!"
"Even if you have money and power, you can't be so arrogant. You want us all to obey your orders? Do you want us to earn merits for you?"
However, Huasheng and the heads of the seven performance groups had met An Zhixia before. When the head of the group nodded in approval, the actors all expressed their support, saying, "Well done, Teacher Xiao An. We support you!"
"Our teacher Xiao An is both talented and beautiful, the most beautiful person in Kyoto!"
"Teacher Xiao An, you are the best. We all follow your instructions!"
The unified voices of the eight performance groups overwhelmed the other scattered envy and jealousy.
But the old guys on the stage were still gloating, and they looked at An Zhixia closely from the corner of their eyes. They wanted to see the embarrassment of being booed off the stage from that porcelain-white face, but unfortunately, she still had a cold and pretty face, stretched her hand to the microphone, and once again her sharp voice filled the entire studio, successfully stopping the noise of the crowd.
"I am honored to be invited by the troupe to be the director of this year's spring performance group competition. I am also very grateful to Director Hu and all the old comrades in the event group for their cooperation." An Zhixia said in a cold voice: "Yesterday, the comrades in our event group worked hard all day to watch the video and selected 22 programs that will participate in the formal performance. I hope you can cherish this opportunity and don't be complacent for being able to stand out.
I can tell you seriously that none of your programs can meet our standards, so you need to make a big change to the group competition mode to make up for your exaggerated acting skills, forced and moving scripts, uncontrolled singing skills, and monotonous and stiff dancing in a short period of time.
In the past half month, in addition to adapting to the new group competition mode, we have to carefully monitor your performances. I hope everyone can give it their best and let all the eliminated groups see the reasons why you were selected! "
"Teacher Xiao An, what makes you say that none of us can meet your standards? Our performance troupe can be said to be the top performance troupe in the whole of Xiahua, and has been praised many times by foreign friends. If we are not qualified, then there is nothing we can show off in Xiahua!" A beautiful young female comrade stood up and asked in a very clear voice. As soon as she finished speaking, people around her echoed her.
"Teacher Xiao An, do you know what art is?"
“Art is about expression, not just superficial beauty!”
An Zhixia raised her eyebrows and glanced over. Although the female comrade was far away and in a dark place, she was still able to use the supermarket to capture the information on her pass.
"Comrade Feng Simi from the Youth Performance Troupe, right?"
Feng Simi snorted and raised her chin slightly. Although the Fanghua Troupe was not as good as Yongyi and Huasheng, it was also one of the most famous and powerful troupes in Kyoto. As the mainstay of the troupe, she was naturally well-known.
An Zhixia looked down at the information in her hand. "The performance selected by the Fanghua Performance Troupe is folk songs and dances, which are relatively standard programs. Neither the songs nor the dances are outstanding. At most, there are no major mistakes. It just takes advantage of the organization's advocacy of ethnic unity and family as well as the liveliness and magnificence of the dance itself.
From the intention, the judges had to be cautious and give you one point.
The national essence is not something you can use casually as an extra point, it has its own charm and spirit. But your performance only has the form but not the spirit!
For example, this time, we were supposed to select 20 programs, but why 22? It was because you succeeded, and the old comrades in the organizing group all voted for Fanghua. I didn't want to let the performance teams that were better than you fail, so I specially granted you a place to audit.
All the comrades in the team are qualified to ask me questions, but you, in my opinion, are already losers and have no right to speak! "
Dozens of people in the enthusiastic Youth Troupe were stunned. They couldn't help rubbing their ears, wondering if what was said was true. In their own eyes, in the eyes of the masses and leaders, although the Youth Troupe was not the best, it was definitely at the upper middle level, right? They had never heard such a sharp evaluation.
But every word of An Zhixia seemed to touch their hearts, leaving them no room for rebuttal. They began to doubt the quality of their own programs. Was it really so bad that they couldn't even get a spot in the top 20? Their faces flushed, and they felt that the surrounding performance groups were looking at them with gloating and mockery.
Feng Simi was even more shaky, and gritted his teeth and said, "Impossible, in previous years we...were also selected in the top 20, and we were able to get a good ranking in the final competition. How come when it comes to you, we can't even get the qualification to be in the top 20?"
You, do you really appreciate it? National things are more difficult to understand, and you, a little comrade, may not understand it! "
An Zhixia looked at the actors who were enjoying themselves in the audience and knew that if she didn't show off her skills, she would have to suppress them one by one in the future, which would be too much trouble. She chuckled and said, "Since I am a screenwriter, I must be half an entertainer. If I don't have some artistic talent, how can I present the script in the most beautiful way?
Why don't you come up with a question and I'll give it a try. But I want to make it clear that you only have this one chance. If my performance is good enough, you have to be very obedient for the next ten days. I won't show you any mercy!"
Isn't this too outrageous? Those who didn't approve of An Zhixia were immediately angry. Did they really think that there was no one in the Kyoto Performance Troupe who could destroy her?
"Can you sing, dance, and play music?"
"As long as you know how to do it, it's all fine," An Zhixia nodded calmly.
A male comrade from another performance group stood up and said, "Teacher Xiao An, as long as you can answer the questions we ask, we will definitely follow your instructions for the next ten days without any hesitation. But what if you can't answer them?"
"Then I'll tactfully leave the activity group, how about that?" An Zhixia said in line with their wishes.
(End of this chapter)
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