novelraw Chapter 60: Sending the sweet-looking Tian Xiwei to be a partner on "Singer"
Chapter 60: Sending the sweet-looking Tian Xiwei to be a partner on "Singer"
Song Ze did not reply.
He leaned back, crossed his legs, and adopted an extremely relaxed sitting posture.
This is not how a newcomer should react when facing the core senior management of the organization.
He remained unmoved.
"This isn't a matter of confidence, Director."
Song Ze leaned forward, his ten fingers interlaced and resting on the table.
"But this lineup is finally starting to get interesting."
Zhang Juan froze.
crazy.
This is Dima Creek.
This is Tan Jingjing, the "Grand Slam Queen" of the national team.
A newcomer who's just starting out is complaining that there aren't enough opponents to beat.
The director paused for a few seconds.
He then leaned heavily against the back of the chair.
"good!"
He raised his hand and slammed it on the table.
"I'm relieved to hear that. I'm looking forward to seeing how you make this stage interesting."
The confidentiality agreement was signed.
As soon as the security door at the end of the corridor closed, Zhang Juan grabbed Song Ze's wrist and dragged him into a corner of the stairwell.
"Xiao Song! What's wrong with you! Lin Yilian's Golden Melody Awards could fill an entire wall! Tan Jingjing is practically a national team descended to earth!"
Song Ze patted her shoulder with his other hand.
"What's the panic?"
"I still have some cards up my sleeve."
As a reborn individual, Song Ze's trump cards were beyond Zhang Juan's comprehension.
Zhang Juan's chest heaved violently; she wasn't buying it at all.
Song Ze abruptly changed the subject.
"Our top priority right now is to bring our future Liu Xiyin under our control."
Zhang Juan was stunned.
"What's Liu's voice?"
Song Ze had no intention of explaining. Zhang Juan didn't need to understand the heartbreaking story of the "national cousin" from the 2017 drama "Oh My General." All she needed to do was book her flight to Shanghai.
All she needed to do was book her flight to Shanghai.
Shanghai Youth Drama Club. Weekend afternoon.
Tian Xiwei huddled in front of the makeup mirror, frantically tapping her phone screen with her fingers.
"Senior brother! Help! I can't take this job!"
The voice message was sent with a noticeable tremor.
"Wang Churan's acting skills are ridiculously strong. How am I, a freshman, supposed to have an impromptu battle with her? It's just suicide."
Half a minute later, Song Ze's voice came through.
"What's there to be afraid of?"
"I'll have your senior sister Bailu step in to cover for you."
Tian Xiwei felt a chill run down her spine and frantically fiddled with her bangs.
"Senior Sister Bailu has never even attended a single day of formal training!"
The next voice message was from a different person.
"Sweetie, listen up."
Bai Lu, who had just had her cast removed, spoke so loudly that the phone's speaker crackled.
What do academics fear most? Unconventional, unorthodox approaches. Don't take her moves. Don't follow her script.
"If she's going to play sophisticated, highbrow roles, then you should give her the most mundane, everyday roles."
Tian Xiwei stomped her feet repeatedly.
"How exactly will this be implemented?"
"Don't act. Don't actually live like that character. You're just a penniless guy seeing someone off at the train station. You can't even afford a meal, who has time to put on airs?"
The front desk lights dimmed.
A beam of cold light shone on the center of the stage.
The large screen displays the words in bold black font: Farewell.
Wang Churan enters the stage.
Her long hair was held up with only a wooden hairpin. She didn't rummage through the prop box.
I stood still for a second.
The atmosphere changed abruptly.
The aloof and glamorous high school girl's facade has been replaced by a princess who is about to be married off to a distant land for political reasons.
She slightly raised her chin, her gaze piercing through the void.
"The journey ahead is long and arduous, with endless yellow sand. General, this beautiful land depends entirely on you to protect it."
His pronunciation was clear and accurate.
His emotions transitioned from restraint to subtle rises and falls in his chest, finally settling into a resolute determination to sacrifice himself for righteousness.
She raised her hand and gently gathered her cloak.
He turned around. His steps were steady, and his back was straight.
The audience erupted in applause. The instructors in the front row nodded frequently, and some pulled out notebooks to quickly take notes.
A purely technical attack.
Everyone turned to look at Tian Xiwei in the preparation area.
Tian Xiwei stood up.
She rubbed her face vigorously and haphazardly pulled her hair into several tight knots.
Take the stage.
There are no grand, sweeping gestures, no pauses to build up emotions.
She dragged over a worn-out folding chair and squatted down directly on the ground.
He frantically rummaged through the air with both hands, stuffing odds and ends into his travel bag.
Across from her was her poor painter boyfriend, who was about to go to a big city to pursue his dreams.
"When you get there, don't skimp on buying groceries. You can't eat instant noodles every day, your stomach won't be able to handle it."
She kept rambling on while reaching into her coat pocket.
He pulled out a crumpled wad of toilet paper from his left hand and a half-broken eyebrow pencil from his right.
Finally, she made a gesture of unhooking her bra and carefully took out the virtual red cloth bag.
Disassemble it layer by layer.
He stuffed all his spare change into the other person's hands.
"This is what I saved up last month while working as an extra. Take it. Use it to buy some better paints."
She raised her head, her features contorted into an extremely unpleasant smile.
"You're so talented, you're bound to make it big. Go for it."
The train whistle sounded.
Tian Xiwei stood still and waved.
Continue waving.
The sound of the horn gradually faded into the distance until it disappeared.
Her hand froze in mid-air.
Pause for three seconds.
It slowly droops.
The next second, Tian Xiwei fell heavily to the ground, covering her face with her hands.
His shoulders twitched violently, a suppressed sob burst through his fingers, and his chest emitted heavy breathing.
It represents the most direct pain of ordinary people at the bottom of society being torn apart by reality.
There was no showing off.
It's all suffocating slice-of-life.
The instructor's ballpoint pen fell to the ground.
A crisp sound.
Wang Churan strode up to Tian Xiwei.
There is no judgment, no calculation of winning or losing.
She stared straight at Tian Xiwei.
"Your conviction just now was a completely subconscious muscle reaction. There wasn't a trace of acting."
"Who taught you that?"
Tian Xiwei wiped away her tears and snot with the back of her hand.
She remembered the script hints Song Ze had given her.
What do you think?
The answer points directly to Star Glory Entertainment.
Wang Churan stood still.
There was a long silence.
She looked up.
"Let him come to see me."
Two days later. Shanghai. JA district. Independent bookstore.
Song Ze sat opposite Wang Churan.
There was no contract, no initial pleasantries, and no discussion of any benefits or compensation.
"2014, Affiliated High School's internal performance, 'The Distant Hometown.' Act II, Scene III."
Wang Churan's hand, holding the black coffee, hovered in mid-air.
That was her proudest performance.
"The emotional turning point for the female lead you played was the moment she received the war report after learning that her hometown had fallen. But when you were handling that, you didn't control your diaphragmatic breathing, your chest rose and fell too much, and you found the wrong breathing point."
"This caused the resonance chambers to shift during the delivery of the last two key lines, resulting in a complete emotional break. The entire performance was disjointed."
Fatal flaw.
This is a fundamental flaw that none of the professional course judges pointed out.
Wang Churan suddenly sat up straight, his back hitting the back of the chair.
The way she looked at him changed.
This is the result Song Zeben wanted. His efforts over the past few days have not been in vain. He managed to get Yang Mi out of retirement. Yang Mi is not only a boss, but also a seasoned actress.
Song Ze opened his briefcase, pulled out a document, and pushed it over.
"This isn't an A-list contract. I call it a reserve artist contract."
Wang Churan looked down and opened it.
The bolded clause is extremely glaring: Respect for artists' creative freedom. Xingyao has funded the establishment of a dedicated performance development team, completely rejecting hype and exposure. Only scripts that align with the actor's inherent qualities will be selected. The contract will automatically take effect from the date the applicant is admitted to a top-tier art institution.
All of them are hard currency.
Wang Churan picked up the pen directly.
Turn to the last page and begin writing.
Four days later. Changsha.
Zhang Juan stood in her hotel suite, the schedule for "Singer" in her hand crumpled up from being clutched so tightly.
"Dima Creek's high notes are earth-shattering! Lin Yilian's rendition of that song was so bad, there wasn't a single breath in it! And Xiao Song, you still have the nerve to go out and find all sorts of food every day!"
The door lock clicked.
Song Ze carried in two portions of stinky tofu, followed by Tian Xiwei, who was chewing on beef jerky.
He placed the stinky tofu on the coffee table, grabbed Tian Xiwei by the collar of her coat, and pushed her in front of Zhang Juan.
"Sister Juan, stop the internal strife. Prepare a decent outfit for her."
Zhang Juan stopped pacing.
"what?"
Song Ze took out a tissue to wipe his hands and sat down on the sofa.
"The Singer program team is recruiting music partners."
"Let her give it a try."