Rebirth of the rich and famous

Chapter 44 Julia

"Oh, James! Michelle..." Although I always felt that I jumped out like this, as if I was disturbing others.But Song Xiaoye still greeted with a smile, pretending to be unintentional...

But, why pretend to be unintentional?
The smiling handsome man and the beautiful woman, although they are more than ten years apart, still make people feel that they are a perfect match. Even if they know that they are not a couple, they subconsciously feel that they are a perfect couple.

"I'm leaving, I want to thank you - if it weren't for you, it might take a long time to finish filming this segment today."

Although she likes this pair, Song Xiaoye's gaze does not have the fanaticism of ordinary fans.Just pure appreciation and gratitude.Perhaps because of this, James' attitude is more gentle.

"Don't thank me. It's not me who inspires you, but yourself." James smiled, and seeing Song Xiaoye still talking, he tilted his head, and said with a smile: "Don't say how good my acting skills are, I'm afraid Julia's teachers would call me arrogant..."

"Julia?" Song Xiaoye's eyes lit up, and belatedly realized that James was also a student of the Juilliard School of Music.

In her previous life, she had heard of Julia's name, but that was because Song Yazhi was rejected by the Lelia Conservatory of Music, which is known as the number one in the United States.

At that time, not only Song Yazhi was so angry that she threw things around, but even Wang Meiling had a dark face for several weeks.And she, behind someone's back, checked Julia's information on the Internet for a long time.

Music, drama, dance, three colleges in one.There has been an Oscar for Best Supporting Actor, and there have also been talented violinists. Even the famous Chinese cellist Yo-Yo Ma is also a graduate of the school.

In the American Academy of Arts, Julia's strength is definitely in the top five.Moreover, the admission of students is very strict, with only a 7% admission rate each year.For Song Yazhi, who was just playing with tickets, it was not surprising that she failed the exam.Although relying on the relationship of the Song family, Song Yazhi entered another conservatory of music, but she couldn't help herself.Of course, after graduation, Song Yazhi did not become an artist at all.But Julia has always been a hurdle that Song Yazhi can't pass.

Hearing James talking about Julia, Song Xiaoye couldn't suppress the impulse in her heart.

Back in New York, I naturally wanted to talk to Mia about my experience as an extra, and naturally, I talked about Julia.

"Enter Julia? Who wouldn't want to enter? But I can't afford the cost!" Mia patted Song Xiaoye, "I wish my dad lived in the Upper East Side instead of a California farm— —Wait for me, I'm about to go on stage!"

Looking at Mia who was singing and dancing on the stage, Song Xiaoye smiled and turned her gaze, just in time to see the woman in colorful dress walking out with an ugly face.

"Paul, is that Louise?" Song Xiaoye hurriedly asked the bartender, "What is she doing here again?" Isn't it just looking for trouble again?

"Oh, Louise, I've been here several times these days." The bartender shrugged, "It's so easy to come back somewhere! The boss doesn't have that much spare money..."

"I want to come back!" Blinking her eyes, Song Xiaoye was on the stand again, although she was still happy for Mia, there was a shadow in her heart.

No matter where it is, there is always a struggle.Fortunately, she is no longer the same as before, always thinking of escaping first.

From the moment she saw her performance on the monitor, no, it should be said that it was the feeling of playing with James, which made Song Xiaoye know that she could not give up.

She wanted to be on stage, in front of the camera, more than ever.

Although she knew that she wanted to join Julia, it was not that simple, but Song Xiaoye still couldn't suppress her excitement.

Standing at the entrance of the academy, looking at the music academy that has been integrated with the Lincoln Center for the Arts, Song Xiaoye felt indescribably excited.Next to the Juilliard School is the Metropolitan Opera, New York Opera and the New York Symphony.

In the United States, it is popular to say that anyone who has not been on the Broadway stage is not a real theater actor; and whoever has not performed at the Opera House at Lincoln Center or Carnegie Hall is not a good musician.

However, at Juilliard School, these young students with instruments on their backs, who are in a hurry but are full of confidence and high spirits, can study at Carnegie Hall at any time.

Stepping into Julia's door, Song Xiaoye was a little excited.Although no one came after her to ask her questions, sneaking in like this made her a little flustered.

Three colleges share one teaching building.On the fourth floor are the piano rooms of the School of Drama and the School of Music.

Walking through the piano room, even if the sound insulation facilities in the piano room are very good, you can still hear the melodious music coming from the piano room.Leaning against the wall, Song Xiaoye looked through the doors one by one, even she felt that her behavior was really a child watching Western scenery.

Smiling and shaking her head, she looked at the open classroom door, and couldn't move her footsteps anymore.

Different from ordinary classrooms, in this large classroom, apart from the same stepped seats, the podium in front is wider and bigger, which looks more like a stage.

At this time, on the stage, there was a middle-aged brown-haired woman loudly correcting a boy's mistakes: "There is no emotion at all, and there are unnecessary pauses in every line, I really don't know how you got in the exam Yes! Or are you going to say that you are not fit to read in English?"

Unknowingly, Song Xiaoye sneaked into the classroom, sat in the corner and looked at the stage.

His face turned blue after being trained by the teacher, the black-haired boy who looked obviously Asian had an expression of innocence and hatred. Although he didn't dare to refute clearly, he lowered his head and muttered something in a low voice.

Obviously heard the boy's muttering, but because she couldn't understand what he said, the brown-haired female teacher could only frown, and she couldn't teach loudly.

"You think English is not your mother tongue. If you memorize lines like this, you will be at a disadvantage compared to other students, right?" Raising her head, she glanced around the classroom, and she suddenly pointed out: "That classmate!"

Song Xiaoye, who was watching the fun, was startled, turned her head and looked back, and then confirmed that the female teacher was referring to herself.

Standing up, she was a little overwhelmed.

"Come here quickly! Yes, come on stage..." Not noticing that Song Xiaoye's expression was wrong, the female teacher yelled loudly and beckoned Song Xiaoye to come on stage: "Asian! Japanese, Korean or Chinese?"

"Chinese." Song Xiaoye replied, turning her head, just in time to hear the black-haired boy whispering.It's Japanese.No wonder, the English pronunciation of many Japanese is not standard, and it always feels a little weird.

Sensing Song Xiaoye's gaze, the boy raised his head and glared at Song Xiaoye bitterly.Although she was not taller than Song Xiaoye, this look was a bit fierce.

Song Xiaoye frowned, ignored him, turned her head, and obediently took the page handed by the teacher.

"I'll give you 5 minutes to memorize ten sentences—is it fair for me to do this? Ten pages of lines, I gave you a week before. It only takes 5 minutes for this student to memorize ten new sentences. Steal the plane?"

She asked solemnly, and sure enough, someone in the audience was waving loudly.

"Down with Xiaori? Ben! Beauty, I support you..."

Hearing the familiar Chinese, Song Xiaoye raised her eyebrows and looked down the stage.I didn't notice it just now, but looking at it now, there are actually Asians in the audience.No, listening to this, it is obviously Chinese.

Glancing at the Japanese boy staring at the audience like a wild wolf, Song Xiaoye pursed his lips.Although she doesn't agree with the arrogance of the compatriots in the audience, she really doesn't like the look in the eyes of this Japanese boy.

Lowering her eyes, she carefully looked at the paper in her hand, completely ignoring the loud noises around her.

Seeing her start to watch, the brown-haired teacher took the mobile phone and pressed the timer button, and at the same time raised a finger to signal silence.

For a moment, the classroom was silent, and everyone's eyes fell on Song Xiaoye who was looking at the piece of paper.

Song Xiaoye did not read only the first ten sentences as the teacher asked, but roughly read the whole sentence first.This piece of paper is not a line, but a speech.A speech on the performing arts.

After going through it roughly, Song Xiaoye began to read it carefully from beginning to end.Although English was not her mother tongue, she had always spoken English during the years she sat in London in her previous life.So relatively speaking, she has actually taken advantage of English reading.

Look carefully, the surrounding sounds are blocked by her.Until, a hand snapped its fingers in front of her.

"It's very serious! This is the attitude of learning..." Looking at Song Xiaoye, the brown-haired female teacher smiled, and her serious face softened a lot because of the smile, "Is it okay now?"

Nodding, Song Xiaoye stood up, didn't even look at the Japanese boy who didn't return to his seat after jumping off the stage, but stood stubbornly under the stage, staring at her closely.

Standing on the stage, she is not facing the teacher who is going to assess her, but is looking directly at all the students who are staring at her.Her gaze was firm, and although she didn't stare at anyone, it made everyone feel that she was looking at herself.

After a brief pause, Song Xiaoye said loudly, "Thank you for being here today. I'm Ginny? Maryland..."

When Song Xiaoye turned her back to her and faced the audience, the brown-haired Ginny had already smiled. Standing at Song Xiaoye's side, she looked at the girl who was facing the audience and was speaking loudly, with the corners of her mouth always raised.

Especially after Song Xiaoye finished speaking the first ten sentences aloud, but still continued: "What is art? What is life?"

Her eyes became brighter and brighter, without interruption, she applauded after Song Xiaoye finally finished her speech and thanked everyone in the audience.

Clapping her hands, she said with a smile: "It really bothers me. You know, I want to be the only one who can give a complete speech on this manuscript!"

Smiling, she patted Song Xiaoye, who was showing a shy smile, and she turned to the audience, "What do you all think? I want to know who won at a glance. I spent three hours writing this speech yesterday. Yes, it should be more than 150 sentences. I think, when I give a speech at the Art Salon tonight, I may also need to read the manuscript..."

After Ginny finished speaking, the audience was still wondering if Song Xiaoye had read this manuscript, and finally clapped their hands like waking up from a dream.

"Oh hoo—good job!"

The Japanese boy standing under the stage turned his head and glared fiercely, then looked up at Song Xiaoye, but retreated back to his seat without saying anything.

(End of this chapter)