This time I must not fail, otherwise I still have to pick up the **** photo shoot. I am almost 20 years old and have been suffering in Hollywood for several years without any achievements. She has made up her mind to pick the one that is pleasing to the eye if she can't do it, and she will be buried if she is fucked.
"Charis, Hi!"
There are only three girls in the waiting room who have entered the final round. She is sure that none of them are as beautiful as themselves, but the role requirements do not necessarily need to be beautiful...Huh? How are three? She remembered that there were only three finalists in the final round of audition plus herself, and she glanced over, and the girl who was holding her throat pretending to say hello was eliminated in the last round! ?
"Hi..."
She hypocritically greeted each other and found a chair to sit down. The four girls were very alert to each other, basically zero communication, and the seats were far away. She did not respond to each other any more, and began to take deep breaths according to the performance teacher’s instructions. I adjusted my mood and took out the regular version of the script from my bag to help myself concentrate.
The girl who was eliminated in the last round was very active and didn't look smart. Only she kept talking, "I almost gave up. I had already bought a ticket back to Tennessee..."
At this time, a male staff member pushed the door in. He first called the girl out. This action caused the remaining three girls to change their sitting positions to hide their tension. "Charis, you enter the dressing room in 20 minutes. "He said again.
"Okay, thank you." Then she was ranked second, and she threw a flattering wink at the other party.
The staff did not respond and closed the door after taking the person away.
"Isn't it? Haha, just a camera assistant."
Another girl's ridicule came to her ears. Charis knew that she was the most experienced in acting among the four, and she was born in a family of actors and should be her biggest competitor.
She ignored each other and continued to look down at the script.
There was only the sound of paper turning in the waiting room. After fifteen minutes, she began to keep looking at her watch. She stayed on until twenty minutes. The door was not opened. She immediately became nervous and waited for another two minutes. He got up and opened the door.
"What's the matter?" the agent asked.
"Someone should take me to the dressing room..." She ignored the eyes of other people at the door, lowered her voice, and said anxiously.
"Oh, come with me." The agent walked directly into the corridor. "Miss Theron should..." When he walked to the room with the dressing room sign posted at the door, two strong men with the appearance of bodyguards stood guard at the door.
"Gluck..."
She just heard the laughter of the girl who went to the audition before. The door was pushed open, and a middle-aged white man with small eyes and a double chin came out, "Mr. Weinstein." The agent hurriedly respected. Say hello.
It’s Harvey Weinstein, the president of Miramax Films. That’s right. After several years of messing up in Hollywood, Charis also knew his reputation from various angles. Her face turned pale, she was so sad that she was about to lose again. Is the **** of the red sofa?
Harvey Weinstein did not speak or pay attention to her agent. He looked at her up and down a few times, his small eyes seemed to be able to see through the clothes, he stopped for a few seconds and smiled and walked away.
"Don't be affected..." Her manager's complexion didn't improve much, and she walked into the dressing room, the girl was making up, "I'll call the makeup artist..."
"You just..."
She couldn't hold back, and sat down on the seat next to the girl, making inquiries.
"It's nothing, Harvey people are very good..." The other party smiled, then packed the cosmetics into the bag like a proud rooster, lost his eyes and left.
Putting on the uniform of the bank clerk, the make-up artist fiddled with his face in a nervous mood. The third auditioner also came in ten minutes later without any conversation.
"Miss Theron, are you okay?" The staff opened the door and the probe came in.
"All right."
She narcissistically said to the beautiful face in the makeup mirror: "Charlis, you can do it!" Then she sprayed the breathable cleaner into her mouth and got up and set off.
The casting room was actually messy, "Director Scott, hi, Jared..."
She tried to distinguish everyone. The director Ridley Scott crouched behind a large professional camera. He sat the photographer on his right and on a tall folding chair on his left, the handsome Jared Leto. The young master cocked his legs and looked at himself with admiration, "Mr. Linton, Mr. Weinstein, Mr. Yeremov..." The other big figures all sat behind the long table, and everyone they knew greeted her with a smile. Try to be as sweet as possible, and seeing that Yeremov didn't respond at all, her heart sank again.
"Do I need to give you a few more minutes to prepare?" the casting director asked.
"Okay, I'll be fine." She took a deep breath again, took out the script and looked at it twice. In fact, there were not a few lines, she could recite it backwards, "It's okay." She didn't dare to waste too much time for big people.
"Then let's start, Leto. It's still your idiom."
She immediately glanced at the relevant passages, which were not complicated. In the script, the protagonist of the scammer set the blonde silly girl who was already committing a **** about the flow of checks inside the bank.
"Miss Theron, stand here." Zach Schneider appeared and guided him to stand.
"Thank you, Zach." She knew that this was also from APLUS, and she was more confident.
Jared Leto stood opposite her, "This girl is a bit taller." Harvey Weinstein said suddenly.
"Yeah." Linton nodded.
"You can use the table to help..." Yeremov said.
There was no table at the scene, so she immediately stretched out her elbows, leaned forward slightly, squinting, acting as if she was supporting the table, keeping her eyes at the same level as Jared Leto's eyes in front of her.
"It's okay, just play it naturally." Leto smiled politely.
"It's time to start." The casting director reminded.
She exercised her facial muscles to the best of her ability, "Checking accounts are all printed with special ink..." Imitating a silly girl without defense in front of the **** object, trying her best to express herself.
"Where are those accounts?" Leto looked at him with a smile, his eyes sparking.
"in……"
She followed Yeremov’s split-screen script with a false check in her right hand, and then deliberately placed it in front of her chest, "Here, did you see it?" Pointed Leto's hand to the sharpest part, and waited for his finger Take the check away when you get in touch.
Leto is a gentleman, there is still a slight distance between his finger and the tip, and he has not touched it.
"Here, hahaha..." She laughed like a silly girl's "strategy" after she succeeded, and she wriggled her body like a sulky, as if she was about to pounce on the man in front of him at any time. The feeling of eating, "It's the bank code..."
"Where will these checks be sent in the end?"
Leto will also play well on the surface of flirting with girls, but in fact he is still calm and calm.
"I……"
She replied stupidly in the New York accent that she learned very welclass="underline" "I don't know, no one has ever asked me, haha, hahahaha..."
"Sure."
The director Ridley Scott stopped just right, then looked at the monitor, and talked with the photographer in a low voice, "It's beautiful..." The small actions are well designed..." and other compliments came to her ears. She felt much better in the middle of the game, she touched her forehead, she was already sweating, the performance just now seemed to have emptied all of her energy, and now she can’t recall the scene at that time and how she was acting in detail, just know that she didn’t feel There is too much pressure on the scene with Leto.