Cāi Cāi

Act 4 "Out of My World" 9

"To Guess!" The two teachers couldn't help exclaiming, and took a subconscious step.

Even director Tang Fengyu couldn't bear it, and stood up from his seat.

But something unexpected happened-Xiang Guai, who fell to the ground, turned up sharply! He didn't bother with the mistake just now, and limped to the center of the stage like that, stubbornly, before the music ended, he put on a curtain call.

In this dance, the five candidates chose different ending actions.

The others chose very difficult movements, and Xiang Guai chose the simple and beautiful classic pose in ballet-Arabesque.

Because of the injury to his right foot, he could only change his left foot to a supporting foot, with his right leg straight, with his toes falling obliquely to the back of his body, and his two hands extended far away.

Arabesque has almost no difficulty, that is, it does not test the flexibility of the body or the control of the muscles. As long as both hands and feet are in place, even beginners can make it beautiful.

And this posture has a very graceful translation.

—— "Wings spread wings".

The boy spreading his wings in the wind freezes there, freezes in the middle of the dance classroom, freezes in the eyes of everyone.

He was wet with sweat all over his body, and his hair cluttered to his forehead. There were even red marks on his elbow when he just fell, and he looked so embarrassed.

... but a brilliant smile on his face.

He is content, happy, fulfilling, and confident.

At this moment, he is a little boy who loves ballet, Billy Eliot, and he himself loves ballet.

He is a swan facing the wind. Even if he has experienced such a gloomy past, even if he falls into a quagmire, he can fly back to the blue sky step by step.

With the last note stopped, the performance of Xiang Guai ends here.

Everyone was shocked by his performance. The two female teachers were even more excited than tears, and several other candidates were shocked by the vitality shown in the dance of Guai.

Laughing at Guaixiao and saluting, he was about to limp back to his original position, and the unsmiling producer suddenly called to him.

"Xiang Gui," Song Lin didn't have any expression on his face, and he couldn't tell whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied. "If you let you rate your performance, how would you rate it?"

After thinking about it, I answered, "Seven points."

Song Lin raised an eyebrow: "Out of 10?"

"No, 100 points."

Everyone: "..."

Xiang Gui was a bit embarrassed: "I think I can perform well elsewhere, but the previous few big jump landing postures are not standard, as for the last fall ..." He honestly said, "... if it is placed on the stage, so Big performance mistakes, the audience will have to refund the tickets. "

Song Lin finally saw a smile on his face, clearly he was a very serious and difficult to talk to, but with such a smile, he took on a kind of kindness.

"You are a good boy. I have seen the spiritual core of 'Billy Eliot' from you." Song Lin said, "The actor we are looking for is just like you who love ballet, and are willing to dream about it with Fate fighting teenagers. "

As soon as he spoke, the atmosphere in the court changed suddenly.

The remaining candidates leaned forward one by one, and wanted to hear more clearly. Especially the number one player, he is talented and hard, and has always performed well. It is the "a corner" in everyone's mind. He was so anxious to scratch his ears, but he did not dare to show it, but he couldn't help it. He stared at the eyes, looking at the producer for a while, and then looking at Xiang Gu.

But when Xiang Gu heard Song Lin's words, there was no enthusiasm or excitement on his face.

He said calmly, "Thank you Teacher Song for your compliment."

Not humble or humble, humble.

Song Lin looked at him and nodded admirably, but could not help feeling a pity.

I only listened to Song Linhuafeng for a while: "However, the stage play is not a film, and there is no chance of post-production modification. Every time an actor enters the stage, his state must be perfect. And I, everyone in the circle Call me 'Song Tie Mian', because I have a lot of rules and a bad temper. The actor I choose, he has no right to get sick and injured. He ca n’t have an inflammation of his throat, and he ca n’t dance and paddling. All viewers are responsible. "

Speaking of which, Song Lin paused for a long time.

The old partner, Tang Fengyu, could only finish his words for him.

"I'm sorry for the child." Tang Fengyu sighed. "You are excellent, but given your foot injury, we cannot let you be the leading actor."

What they are going to do is commercial work, which is the West End musical introduced with real money. There are more than 30 actors on the stage of the entire work, and there are countless people serving the crew. As producers and directors, they must be responsible for up and down, so even if they appreciate Xiang Gu, they can only regret to ask him out.

After hearing what the director and producer said, miraculously, there was no regret in Xiang Gui's heart.

Because of this ending, Xiang Gui had already expected it.

Although he is young, it does not mean that he is naive. He had a comminuted fracture of his feet and it was not easy to get up again. In the words of the doctor, if he insists on rehabilitation, exercise, and calcium supplementation, his foot injury will be relieved with age, but it will take at least four or five years.

Now he just has a dance and it's unbearable. How can he stay on the stage for two and a half hours?

He came to participate in the selection not to become a leading actor-but to fulfill his dream.

Now that dream has come to pass, and he is ready to dream bigger.

Bowing to the several judges who were present at Guaixiang, when they stood up, their eyes shone like tears.

He turned and was about to leave, and suddenly the voice of the director came behind him.

"I haven't finished talking yet. Why is your child so anxious?" Tang Fengyu called him with a smile.

Xiang Gu hurriedly stopped, not knowing what else he would say.

Tang Fengyu asked, "Are you a song and dance major, right? In which direction do you want to go in the future?"

Their profession is the "Wanjinyou Major" of Huawu High School. When you enter the university, you can either go to the acting department and debut as a film actor; you can also go to the dance department or even the dance education department ... Only a small number of people will stay in this major and become a professional musical actor.

Xiang Guai said without hesitation: "I want to go straight to the musical major."

He couldn't let go of dancing, and at the same time fell in love with singing to express his feelings. Musical major was his best destination.

"That's good." Tang Fengyu and his old partner Song Lin stared at each other with a smile between their brows and eyes, "When you graduate from college, remember to come to us-no matter what we are doing at the time, absolutely let you be a man protagonist."

The ups and downs of this day made Xiang Gu think it was thrilling.

When he returned to the dormitory, took a bath and got into the bed, his heart was still pounding.

His miscellaneous mobile phone battery is old and has been out of power all day long. As soon as he charged up and turned on, he got countless messages.

The actor from "Out of My World" finally landed on the head of the number one player. In contrast, the story of Xiang Guai losing the election has long been passed.

Many people who heard the news sent messages.

Xiangchai didn't find out until then that it turned out that he was not alone.

The phone is full of messages.

There was encouragement from Teacher Chu Ping, comfort from the head of the department, and consolation from other students.

Qi Ji posted a dozen photos, each of which was a different snack, and asked him what he wanted to eat, and she contributed generously.

As for Chen Ziran ... the boy sent ten pieces of "Are you there? Are you going to hack?" "Are you there, copy it?" "Are you there, lol?" No matter what troubles the boy encounters, there is no one game that can't solve it; if it can't be solved, then two more.

Xiang Gu looked at these messages and responded with a smile.

Although he lost Billy Elliott, he gained himself.

At ten thirty in the evening, the dormitory building turned off the lights regularly, hiding in the quilt with Xiang Gu, squinting his eyes and looking at the screen, quietly turned on q / q.

The working group of Shengjiu Jiuxiao Radio Theater Company was lively. He flipped around twice and spent a lot of time. In the end, he couldn't hold back and opened his chat record with Wang Qingyun.

The conversation between them stayed a few hours ago.

He was crying hysterically first, and then said a lot of uncomfortable words. Wang Qingyun, who was regarded as a waste bin, not only was not angry, but also comforted him that "the swan will eventually fly into the blue sky again."

In retrospect, it is already a memory like another generation.

Thinking of those rude things that he had said, Xiang Guai embarrassedly wished to shrink himself into a ball.

Really, really, really, really really really rude!

He rolled nervously on the bed, trying to say sorry, but felt sorry that he couldn't express his apology at all.

As a result, his fingers accidentally touched the button to send the swan emoticon package again—the black history-like "Hao Sao" flew out.

On the screen, the white swan lifted his **** and smirked.

Xiang Guai: "... !!!"

Withdrawal Withdrawal Withdrawal, why not complain if something is bad! !!

It's a pity that his movement was a step slower after all, only listening to the mobile phone shocked, Wang Qingyun actually replied ...

Yiming Qingyun :?

Yiming Qingyun: I was ignored for a few hours, and I thought it was hard to coax you.

Yiming Qingyun: It seems to be rejuvenating?

Guess: ...

guess: sorry, i'm wrong qaq this afternoon

Guess: I have a little trouble with the three yuan, I didn't hold back ...

Guess: Don't be angry! !! !!

guess: [quacking] .jpg

He bombarded with a new emoji, but did not forget to withdraw the picture of the accident ...

Yiming Qingyun: Nothing, everyone will encounter difficulties.

Yiming Qingyun: Just let out negative emotions.

Guess: Yunda, have you ever encountered difficult problems?

Yiming Qingyun: Hey ...

Yiming Qingyun: I think about it, almost no [laughs]

Yiming Qingyun: I have encountered small difficulties until now, but they are all resolved smoothly.

Yiming Qingyun: I have never encountered the extreme life problems of toornotbe.

Guess: I hope that the Great God will never meet!

guess: [hello goose] .jpg

Yiming Qingyun: Borrow your good words.

Yiming Qingyun: If I meet, I will remember and guess.

Yiming Qingyun: [Hello Geese say hello] .jpg

Xiang Guai's face turned red again ...

Wang Qingyun not only stole his expression pack, but also asked him to guess ...

He confusingly told his real name this afternoon, and now thinking of Qing Yun's extremely gentle "guess", he would blush and beat.

Guess, guess, guess.

Xiang Gui regretted it a bit, why he forgot to record their conversation, so that every day in the future, he could hear the great **** call his name in his ear.

He felt that his heart had shrunk for a long time, but at the same time it had grown to infinity. The inexplicable sweetness and happiness made him lying on the dormitory bed, but it seemed to be floating in the clouds.

—This is the first sugar between him and him?

The teenager was holding glass jars full of candy, long gone.

The author has something to say: I have talked about abuse in the previous chapters, and this chapter told me aloud, sweet or not!

sweet! Do not! !! sweet! !! !!

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