My artist wants to quit the entertainment industry every day

Chapter 10 Help!Annecy's Bu!Hi vomit!
"I am Yu Sheng, I am a living person, and now I am buried alive..."

"I am Yu Sheng, I am a living person, and now I am buried alive..."

"I am Yu Sheng, I am a living person, and now I am buried alive..."

This voice echoed repeatedly in Chi Yu's mind.

This is not enough.

He recalled the youthful shadow when he first joined the theater troupe.

When an actor first entered the industry, the training was extremely hard. In order to escape the training, he got into a box with costumes and fell asleep in a daze. .

It is exactly similar to the scene at this time.

It's just that at that time, he got into the box by himself.

The box was quite big, and he was still young at the time, so he had no problem with basic activities in it.

Although I couldn't open it at first, I didn't worry about it. I didn't worry until there was no one there for a long time. It made people feel uncomfortable, and my hungry stomach growled. I thought I was going to die before I became scared.

It's different in the script.

After waking up, the surroundings were pitch black, and the space was narrow, like a coffin, only able to turn sideways, unable to sit up, and it seems that at present, it is impossible to turn around...

He first remembered that he was attacked by extremists here before, and then saw another person who was attacked at the same time, stuffed into a coffin and buried alive like those kidnapped by extremists he had seen before.

He knew his end, almost death.

Fear, endless fear.

In the claustrophobic narrow space, under the light of a zippo lighter, with a smudged face, rags covering his mouth, hot, sweating profusely, urgent calls for help, difficulty in breathing...

"Help! Help!"

"Annecy's divination! Annecy's divination!"

"Hey vomit! Hey vomit!"

Chi Yu fell into it completely.

He is Yu Sheng, and Yu Sheng is him.

To be buried alive is to make every day unresponsive, and to make the earth ineffective.

"hiss!"

After the first shot in the afternoon, Zhao Rui was greatly shocked.

The man lying in the coffin seemed to have a different core from the one in the morning.

The performance this time is real and contagious.

Although he has not yet reached the actor-level performance effect he expected, he has barely reached the level of "guaranteed one".

"Crack!" Zhao Rui shouted to stop.

Chi Yu in the coffin was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses, sat up and looked at Zhao Rui: "Director Zhao, how is it this time?"

"You let me think about it first."

Zhao Rui said something, then sat in the chair and stared at the script, and then stared at the replay of the shot just shot, as if he was struggling with something and trying to figure something out.

"Chi Yu, do you know? You are really good! You are the same person performing this time as in the morning!"

Su Aifei told Chi Yu in a low voice.

She looked at Chi Yu's eyes full of stars, even though the man in front of her was dirty and looked like a beggar.

In her eyes, it was radiant.

Like a born superstar.

Chi Yu nodded numbly.

He didn't completely get out of those emotions just now.

Here, there is the shadow of a 14-year-old boy.

He can feel it too.

This time the performance is probably in the right direction.

He completely abandoned the external forms of performance on the stage before, and imagined himself as the rest of his life, a person buried alive in a coffin, and then performed in an empathetic way.

Zhao Rui, who came back to his senses, looked at Chi Yu and was shocked.

This guy is kind of weird.

Although in terms of artistic expression, the scene just now is actually not as strong as in the morning, but the way is right, the performance is the true emotions of normal people.

With just one meal, can a person really "open up"?
Impossible, right?
Zhao Rui suppressed the shock in his heart, and said with a straight face: "Chi Yu, this time is very good. The performance just now has almost reached the level of the best actor! But, I need to surpass the performance of the best actor! I need stronger emotions. The audience quickly put their emotions into it and experienced the anxiety, fear and despair!"

"..."

The words "reaching the level of a film king" are like building a magic sound box.

What echoed inside were the words of director Zhao Da in the morning.

"Mr. Chi, the performance just now was really great..."

"Teacher Chi, you are amazing! This time, the staring performance has multiple levels..."

"Mr. Chi, your figure struggling in the coffin just now...!"

The self-confidence that Chi Yu had just surfaced suddenly disappeared again.

Zhao Rui's words are equivalent to saying: "Chi Yu, the direction of your performance just now is correct, but unfortunately, it is far from the performance I want. So, start again."

Then do it all over again.

"Help! Help!"

"Annecy's divination! Annecy's divination!"

"Hey vomit! Hey vomit!"

One more thing, Chi Yu strives to amplify the sense of fear and despair in his heart, and hopes that the audience can touch this sense of fear and despair after seeing it.

He felt he had done his best.

But Zhao Rui's response was still a compliment:
"That's right, it's even better this time! This time it's perfect, only one line away! Chi Yu, remember the state just now, and make another one!"

One more.

This time Chiyu needed some preparation time.

Continuously performing strong emotions, Chi Yu found that even though he abandoned the formal skills on the stage and acted like an ordinary person without being down-to-earth, he felt more tired.

It's like singing a big drama all morning.

After a break of about half an hour, re-act the first shot.

"Help! Help!"

"Annecy's divination! Annecy's divination!"

"Hey vomit! Hey vomit!"

After the performance, Zhao Rui still only praised:
"Very good, this time I have completely reached the level of the best actor! But our show has higher requirements for acting skills, you need to perform with the best actor among the best actor! Okay? Let's do another one!"

"...one more!"

"Help! Help!"

"...one more!"

"Annecy's divination! Annecy's divination!"

"...one more!"

"Hey vomit! Hey vomit!"

Chi Yu has already noticed that Director Zhao attaches great importance to his debut work, and must polish the first shot to the extreme, even if it takes more than one day to shoot, he will not hesitate.

Born as an actor, he very much agrees with Zhao Rui's attitude of striving for perfection.

So he is also extremely demanding of himself.

Su Aifei has been watching from the side, as a radio operator, as a makeup artist, as an assistant, as an audience, as a staff member who shoots sideshows and stills...

She first felt that the performances in the last few shots, although the details were slightly different, seemed to be enough for any one.

There is no need to toss and fiddle with it over and over again.

She loves her artists.

That kind of performance that magnifies emotions makes everyone watching feel very tired.

What else does Director Zhao want?
Is it a bit picky?

Or, it's just that he can't control himself, and he doesn't know what kind of effect is the best?

She began to question the fat Zhao Rui.

Then, she was completely stunned by Chi Yu's performance inspired by Zhao Rui.

She couldn't imagine why an extra actor with a non-student background would have such a strong ability to create characters.

For a moment, she seemed to feel that the man lying in the coffin had countless overlapping roles, traffickers, dignitaries, men and women, old people and children...

"So, I found a treasure boy?"

Su Aifei suppressed her shock and excitement, fixed the radio, and did her job as a crew member.

On the other side, Chi Yu wanted to rub his face to prepare his emotions, but realized that it would ruin the makeup he just put on, so he could only nod: "Then I'll try again."

"No problem! Chi Yu, your performance just now has completely reached the level of an actor!"

Zhao Rui seemed to be habitually commenting on the performance just now.

The emotions that Chi Yu had accumulated just now almost broke his defenses.

What reverberated in his mind was "performance at the actor's level".

"Help! Help!"

"Annecy's divination! Annecy's divination!"

"Hey vomit! Hey vomit!"

(End of this chapter)