The audition room was on the fifth floor. Maimai, not knowing anyone else, sat quietly outside the audition room, holding the two pages of lines she had been given, and studied the scenes she would soon audition for.
The two pages of lines didn’t reveal much; she’d have to rely on her improvisation. But she was confident; as long as she was given a chance, she would seize it well.
Suddenly, a text ssage ca in.
"Dinner tonight?" It was a ssage from Sheng Sheng.
Maimai pursed her lips and replied, "I’m preparing for an audition. Lots of big-na actresses are competing with for the lead role. Busy, no distractions."
Just as she was saying this, she put her phone on silent, because she already heard a staff mber calling her na. Her agent whispered sothing in her ear, and Maimai nodded, honestly feeling a bit nervous.
Entering the audition room, she saw a row of people sitting inside. Maimai only recognized the CEO of Precious Heart, who gave her a slight smile. Maimai dropped her usual assertive deanor, put on an appropriate smile, and politely bowed to greet the group of people who would decide her fate.
Maimai paid special attention to identify which one was Director Feng. She had heard that he hadn’t directed many films, but each one was a classic. He was extrely picky about casting, striving for perfection to an exasperating degree, so he wouldn’t necessarily choose her just because Precious Heart was the main investor!
The director was originally sketching sothing on his paper, but after listening to her introduction, he looked up at her. Today, Selena wore only light makeup, which looked very nice. When not fussing over her appearance, she seed calm and genteel, with an air of quiet obedience. However, the director had also been aware of so online rumors about her and knew this was just a façade. This girl had an active temperant. To be honest, if not for Precious Heart being the largest producer, he would not consider Selena, because the lead female role in this series was an autistic patient, and Selena’s overall image didn’t fit.
Moreover, among the actresses who auditioned earlier, there was one who perford exceptionally well. If he were to choose, he would prefer that one.
The director nodded, "Let’s audition first. I’ll perform a part for you to watch, pay attention to my expressions and deanor, then you can replicate it."
The mont the director started acting, Maimai knew he wasn’t performing any scene from his new series. She had received the script a while ago, and thanks to her photographic mory, she had already morized it backwards, her efforts seemingly wasted, thought Maimai.
Nevertheless, the director truly lived up to his reputation. When he perford a scene, he got into character quickly, his expressions incredibly detailed. Maimai watched the director sitting on the ground, as if by a window, facing a vast ocean with many people playing in the waters—very lively. He seed like a voyeur, longing for the world outside, yet stubbornly refusing to step out, as if he would be devoured the mont he exposed himself to the sunlight. The look of both fear and desire was rendered vividly and exquisitely by the director.
Suddenly, the director’s expression changed, as if he slamd the window shut, the rejection clear and obvious—like he was utterly out of place in this world. The sense of oppression was palpable, so much so that even Maimai standing beside him could clearly feel it, as if she too was experiencing that oppressive, autistic ntal state.
In a flash, the director was out of character, looking at Maimai, he said, "Did you catch that?"
Maimai nodded, pondering for a mont, then said, "Can I add a prop?"
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