Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

Although Jiang Ling only got a short one-page script, he still prepared for the audition for a long time, and even specially invited an acting teacher from an art school to tutor him privately. And volunteered to demonstrate it in advance for everyone.

Thinking of the effect of the short film he wrote and acted in before, Wanwan's heart was pounding loudly, but following the principles of an excellent manager, she still applauded honestly.

Because there are only a few scripts, there is no explanation of the previous scenes and the later scenes, and it is completely up to the actors to play freely. Therefore, in addition to testing acting skills and expressiveness, the main test is actually the comprehension of the actors. Very good.

"Ten years ago, you just left without saying a word, now looking back, you want to pretend that nothing happened?! What do you think of me? What do you think of yourself?!" The word Jimo In one sentence, there was intense pain and surging emotions, but the three questions actually mobilized the atmosphere of the audience.

Wan Wan, who didn't take it seriously at first, was immediately frightened by the actor's acting skills, and immediately held Eddie's hand tightly.

Su Jianuo, who played with Jimo, had crooked eyebrows and a gentle expression, but the lines he read actually matched Jimo's emotions, sharp and tense, "I can't do what I have!"

"Not allowed?! Heh..." Jimo took a half breath, sneered, turned around and flicked his sleeves, "I have short-sightedness, and I never know how to write the word 'not allowed'."

Kano reached out to pull him.

"In this world, you are not the only one who has a heart! In the past ten years, I have seen so many separations, so many joys and sorrows, and there is no one who didn't step on iron nails and walked here step by step with blood. I didn't know, Song Sir, if you can’t do it, it’s more noble!" Jimo turned his back to the crowd, and there was a faint feeling of weeping blood in his words.

"No, no, that's not what I meant..." Jianuo shook his head dejectedly as he held the corner of his sleeve tightly.

"That's all! You and I don't agree with each other, we're not doing it for ourselves! Mr. Song and I..." At this point, Jimo's heart was broken, his blood surged up, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

Jianuo hurried to help him, but he pushed back, and both of them almost fell down.

Jimo staggered and stood firm, holding a small knife in his left hand, and cut off his long sleeve with a "shua", "This is the end of my talk with Mr. Song, and we don't need to see each other again!" His voice was like hanging in the cold wind The icicles are sharp and sharp, and they are clearly speaking to others, but every sentence seems to be stabbing oneself in the heart with a knife.

"Wow wow wow! That's great!" It took a long time for Wanwan to get out of the sad atmosphere, and quickly applauded vigorously, and she slapped Jimo on the back, "I can't tell You kid, I haven't seen you in three days, your acting skills are great!"

"Of course!" Jimo was not humble at all, and wiped the "blood" from the corner of his mouth with a smile, "The acting school of the method school is a small case, and I was born for Oscar!"

"Come on, I'll compliment you, but I really don't know my last name, Mr. Daniel Day-Lewis?" With a smile, he tugged at his sleeve, which was cut off a little by a knife, and touched it again. I took a little bit of the "blood" on his chest, brought it up to my nose and smelled it, "I even made my own blood plasma, which is high-end."