Chicago 1990

Chapter 687: Chalice's Audition Road

The audition for the female supporting role in the cat and mouse game entered the later stage after the crew started up. Near the Disney studio, director Ridley Scott insisted that the male lead Jared Leto also participate in the casting. I care about the sense of coordination between the two actors, and it is best to spark sparks in the performance.

"Leto is shorter than you. Close-ups and front-to-back shots are fine. You two will be on the left and right sides of the frame when shooting sideways. It must, must! Pay attention to the height difference with him..."

Early in the morning, Charlize Theron's fat follower was driving steadily. Charlize Theron was sitting in the back seat with a white man in his early thirties. Both of them were very nervous, and the man kept reminding him Various points, "You can press your elbows on the table, lean forward a little, and keep it at the same height as Leto's face. Also, your character is a girl who is not very clever and likes to giggle,"

"Well, well... I remember."

Charlize Theron kept nodding, while seriously flipping through the detailed shot script that Song Ya asked Yeremov to secretly reveal to her. This is probably the director's estimate. Although the role of the bank teller she was looking for only lasted a minute or so, it was all a two-player scene with the male protagonist, with a lot of lines and close-up shots of the front face. It was definitely a scarce resource that Hollywood newcomers and girls flocked to, and the competition was fierce. .

"This is the last round of auditions, you are very likely to win..."

The man continued to chatter, "But today Leto will come to act, you are a newcomer, it's normal to be suppressed by him, don't be nervous in the middle, follow his rhythm, a supporting role is to cooperate with the protagonist, not to mention I have the idea of ​​competing with him. After the performance, if you feel dissatisfied... Do you have friendship with Mr. Yeremov? He must be here today, and he should take care of you quietly, right? Be bold and say directly that you feel that just now If you are not satisfied with your performance, please do it again."

She has changed her contract to Pa Kingsley, one of CAA's gold medal agents, but she has hardly seen her manager of Liangtang a few times. All the big and small things are done by this very junior man beside her. One of CAA's co-brokers is in charge.

"Yes."

Charis also continued to nod. The guy next to her always thought that her "noble person" in Hollywood was Yeremov. Mr. President of A+ Film Studio, who has several projects started at the same time this year, is definitely in the eyes of small Hollywood agents. She is considered a big shot, so these days she has been doing her best to accompany her to the audition, and she doesn't say anything, just let the misunderstanding persist.

'Cuckoo...'

Suddenly her stomach rumbled, "I'm too hungry..." She said dejectedly, "I only drank a glass of concentrated vegetable juice before going out."

"Your recent weight loss has been very effective. You are already much thinner than when I first met you. Persevere! Only the last few hours are left and the role will be yours! If you can't do it, eat half an energy bar before the audition."

The agent desperately encouraged him.

"Um."

The fat attendant turned the car into the parking lot not far from the casting building, "Fix her makeup, and help her do it again." The manager got out of the car and gave up the back seat.

"There will be a dressing room and a professional makeup artist inside." The fat follower muttered dissatisfiedly. She is good at everything and loyal enough, but she is lazy...

"The communication before the audition is also very important, maybe you will be spotted by some big shot?"

The agent has no guilt about pimping the small artists under his banner, "You have to walk into this building in perfect condition. See that?" He pouted towards the parking lot, "This place was full of cars the last few times I came here Well, now? Those hopeful girls have all been eliminated, leaving only you and a few other lucky ones."

Charis didn't answer the call, she quietly looked at the sparse parking lot outside the window, thinking of APLUS again, since that guy married one of the last female DIVAs, when he called again, his assistant Lin Da blocked the drive...

She remembered that Linda said that APLUS would only help provide audition opportunities, and it was up to herself whether she could be selected,

So how much did Yeremov help in today's final round? In fact, it's because of my acting skills, right?

"Okay." The fat follower put away the makeup bag and handed her the small mirror.

She groomed herself a little more, reapplied her lipstick, and then nodded to the manager waiting outside the car.

"OK, let's go!" The agent clapped his hands with great fighting spirit, and led the two into the building.

"Hey, Charis..."

I met another beautiful blonde girl, but her hair color was darker than her own, but she had the same sweet smile, "Hello, Ellen."

She recognized the other party as Ellen Pompeo, and she was auditioning for another female supporting role as a flight attendant. The two had no competitive relationship. They met while sitting together waiting by chance in the previous round, and they still got along.

During the chat, she purposely set the words, knowing that the other party has no acting foundation at all, and she is not too young, seems to be five or six years older than herself? I used to be just a waiter who worked all over New York, and I don't know what resources I got suddenly, but I can appear today when there is only the last round of auditions. The stewardess role she auditioned had a sex scene with the male lead, and the competition was much fiercer than that of her own bank teller, and there were many third-tier actresses with good acting skills among the other auditions.

"Isn't your audition for that role scheduled for the afternoon?"

The other party also signed the CAA, and my agent was rudely asking the colleague, colleague and friend who was with Alan Pompeo: "It seems a little too early, doesn't it?"

She woke up immediately, and was froze at the smile on Alan Pompeo's face, with a hint of vigilance in her eyes.

Although the other party has not received such strict acting training as hers, she has much richer life experience. "I was just too nervous, and I was afraid that I would be late in the afternoon, so I decided to come earlier." She explained.

"Don't be nervous, haha..."

Her agent was proud of being able to arouse the tension on her side, "Me and Alan will pray for you."

"Oh, thank you in advance."

My manager was skeptical, and took a second look at the dust jacket of the clothes in the hand of the colleague. The black dust jacket was tight, and it was reasonable to say that it should be the flight attendant's jacket that the other party had to change during the audition.

"See you later, and best of luck to your client getting the role."

"I wish you too."

The two sides took the elevator together in a friendly manner, and the other party left on the floor where the film company's office area is located. Both Charis and the manager were relieved at the same time.

"That girl is very capable, and some people are born with acting skills." The manager said, "Fortunately, she is not our competitor."

Charis did not speak because the floor of the audition room had already arrived.

Registering in front of the stage with the agent and the fat follower, the three of them turned into the corridor leading to the waiting room, where there were already three agents gathered together, all of them were from CAA, and this time they were all from the real competitor. On the surface, he looks friendly, but in fact, what he says is full of thorns.

"You and your girl are late..."

Seeing themselves, the three men all showed obsessive and wary eyes, "Is Charis right?" A gentlemanly middle-aged man in a retro-style suit opened the door of the waiting room for her .

"Thank you." She smiled back.

"Remember what I just told you." My manager made a final reminder.

"Yes." She agreed in a low voice, and was about to enter the door when the middle-aged man who helped open the door suddenly handed over a small package of tissues, "You will need it."

"Don't use such little tricks on my girl." My manager rolled his eyes.

She paused, and smiled at the other party. Instead of taking the tissue, she twisted her waist more exaggeratedly, and took the bank staff uniform she was going to wear in the audition from the fat follower, which she paid a lot of money for. Tailor made a tailor-made modification, and the 50,000 knives that APLUS lent to me are about to be spent again. There is no way, I spend too much money in Hollywood, especially when I want to compete for the role with all my strength. Acting classes, costumes, networking...

This time, I must not fail, otherwise I will still have to accept a Playboy photo shoot. I am almost twenty years old, and I have been suffering in Hollywood for several years without any achievements. She has already made up her mind, if she can't, she will simply pick someone who is pleasing to the eye, and if she is fucked, she will be sneaked.

"Charles, Hi!"

There were only three girls in the waiting room who had made it to the final round, and she was sure none of them were as pretty as she was, but the role didn't necessarily require the most beautiful... eh? Why are there three? She remembered that only three people were shortlisted in the last round of audition plus herself. She glanced over and saw that the girl who was holding her throat and pretending to greet her was eliminated in the last round! ?

"Hi..."

She pretended to greet each other and then found a chair and sat down. The four girls were very wary of each other, basically had no communication, and the seats were far away. She ignored each other and began to take deep breaths according to the teaching of the acting teacher. After adjusting his mood, he took out the regular version of the script book from his bag to help him concentrate.

The girl who was eliminated in the previous round was very active and didn't look smart, only she kept saying, "I almost gave up, I already bought a plane ticket back to Tennessee..."

At this time, a male staff member opened the door and came in. He called the girl out first, and this action made the remaining three girls unanimously change their sitting positions to hide their nervousness, "Charles, you will enter the dressing room in twenty minutes. ' he said again.

"Okay, thank you." Then she was ranked second, and she gave him a flattering wink.

The staff did not respond, took the person away and closed the door.

"Isn't it? Hehe, it's just a photography assistant."

There was another girl's sarcasm in her ear, and Charis knew that she had the most acting experience among the four, and she came from a family of actors, so she should be her biggest competitor.

She ignored the other party and continued to look down at the script.

The only sound in the waiting room was the sound of papers being flipped. Fifteen minutes later, she kept looking at her watch. She stayed there for twenty minutes. Before the door was opened, she immediately became nervous and waited for another two minutes. Get up and push open the door.

"What's wrong?" the agent asked.

"Someone should take me to the dressing room..." She lowered her voice and said anxiously, ignoring the eyes of other people guarding the door.

"Oh, come with me." The agent walked straight into the corridor, "Miss Theron should..." Walking outside the room with the sign of the dressing room at the door, there were two strong men who looked like bodyguards guarding the door.

"Cluck..."

She just heard the laughter of the girl who went to the audition before, the door was pushed open, and a middle-aged white man with small eyes and a double chin came out, "Mr. Weinstein." The agent quickly respected greet you.

It's Harvey Weinstein, the president of Miramax Films. That's right. After working in Hollywood for several years, Charis also knew his reputation from various angles. She immediately turned pale and felt very sad. Is the bitch of the red sofa already?

Harvey Weinstein didn't speak and ignored her manager. He looked her up and down, his small eyes seemed to be able to see people through clothes, stopped for a few seconds, smiled and walked away.

"Don't be affected..." Her agent's face was not much better, and she walked into the dressing room, where the girl was touching up her makeup, "I'll call the makeup artist..."

"You guys just now..."

She couldn't hold back, and sat down on the seat next to the girl, asking questions.

"It's nothing, Harvey people are very good..." The other party smiled, then packed the cosmetics into the bag like a proud rooster, rolled his eyes and left.

Putting on the uniform of a bank clerk, I asked the makeup artist to fiddle with my face nervously. The third auditioner also came in ten minutes later without any conversation.

"Miss Theron, are you ready?" The staff member pushed open the door and poked his head in.

"alright."

She narcissistically said to the beautiful face in the makeup mirror: "Charis, you can do it!" Then she took out the breath cleaner and sprayed it in her mouth, got up and set off.

The casting room was actually very messy, "Director Scott, hi, Jared..."

She tried to make out everyone, director Ridley Scott huddled behind a large professional camera, the cameraman sat to his right, and a tall folding chair to his left, the handsome Jared Leto Crossing her legs like a young master, she looked at herself with admiring eyes, "Mr. Linton, Mr. Weinstein, Mr. Yeremov..." Other big figures sat behind the long table, and she greeted everyone she knew with a smile. As sweet as she could be, her heart sank again when she observed that Yeremov didn't respond at all.

"Do I need to give you a few more minutes to prepare?" the casting director asked.

"Okay, I'll be fine soon." She took another deep breath, took out the script and looked at it twice, in fact, there were not a few lines, and she could recite them backwards, "It's okay." She didn't dare to waste too much time on the big man.

"Then let's start, leto, it's still the part of your routine."

She glanced at the relevant paragraphs immediately, and it was actually not complicated. In the script, the main character of the scammer set up a foolish blond girl who was already a nympho about the process of check circulation in the bank.

"Miss Theron, stand here." Zack Schneider appeared and instructed him to stand.

"Thank you, Zach." Knowing that this is also from APLUS, she felt relieved.

Jared Leto stood across from her. "This girl is taller," Harvey Weinstein said suddenly.

"Yes." Linton nodded.

"You can use the table to help..." Yeremov said.

There was no table at the scene, so she immediately stretched out her elbows, leaned forward slightly, and acted as if she was supporting the table, keeping her eyes at the same level as Jared Leto's in front of her.

"It's okay, just act naturally." Leto smiled gracefully.

"It's time to start." The casting director reminded.

She moved her facial muscles as much as she could, "The checking account numbers are all printed with special ink..." imitating the look of a silly girl who is undefended in front of her nymphomaniac, trying her best to express herself.

"Where are those accounts?" Leto looked at him with a smile, his eyes sparkling.

"exist……"

According to Yeremov's detailed script, she held the check in her right hand, and put it on her chest deliberately, "Here, do you see it?" She directed Leto's hand to the most pointed part, and then waited for his finger Put the check away when you get in touch.

Leto is a gentleman, his fingers are still a little away from the tip, and they haven't touched it.

"Here, hahaha..." She laughed like a foolish girl who doesn't care about her image after she succeeds in her "trick", and twisted her body like a nymphomaniac, as if she was going to throw herself on the man in front of her at any time. The feeling of eating, "It's the bank code..."

"Where do these checks end up going?"

Leto also plays the feeling that he is teasing girls on the surface, but is still calm and clichéd very well.

"I……"

She replied stupidly in a very well-learned New York accent: "I don't know, no one has ever asked me, haha, hahahaha..."

"Okay."

Director Ridley Scott stopped right, then looked at the monitor, held his chin and discussed with the cameraman in a low voice, "It's beautiful..." "The small movements are well designed..." and other compliments came into her ears In the process, she was in a much better mood. When she touched her forehead, she was already sweating. The performance just now seemed to have exhausted all her energy. Now she can’t recall the scene at that time and how she performed in detail. She only knows that she didn’t feel it. There was too much pressure to play with Leto.

"Do it again?" the casting director asked.

"I'm fine." Leto shrugged easily.

"OK……"

She nodded too, concentrating again.

Back in the waiting room, she felt tormented and restless, as if waiting for a death sentence, and the last audition girl came back soon.

She looked at the girl who had been in the dressing room with Harvey Weinstein, who was nervously adjusting her breathing with a small brown paper bag over her mouth.

"Everyone is very nervous, it seems that there is no big problem?" She hinted to herself.

'Has the result come out? ’ ‘Who was chosen? '

There was a burst of eager inquiries from the managers outside the door, and the four girls put down their things and listened intently.

"Fxxk!"

Suddenly she heard her manager swearing loudly, and she felt like the sky was falling. She covered her face with her hands, and burst into tears on the spot...

It's bloody Hollywood!

"Congratulations, Miss..."

The door was pushed open, and sure enough, the girl who hooked up with Harvey Weinstein was chosen, screaming and jumping up and down, hugging and celebrating with the agent.

"Always! Always! I've been in Hollywood for seven years!"

She peeked through her fingers, and the unselected girl from an acting family cursed and threw things into her bag, "You're fired!" The girl went out and yelled at her agent, and then walked away.

The last remaining girl was just as useless as herself, slumped on a chair and sobbing.

"Okay, Charis, there is no way, just accept the result calmly."

The manager and the fat follower came in to comfort him, "Let's go Charlie..." The fat follower helped him get the dust bag.

"Wait, wait..." She lingered and refused to leave until the girl wept and left with the agent. "I'm going to see Mr. Yeremov..." she whispered to the agent.

"already……"

"I want to see him!"

"Okay, come with me."

The agent's eyes lit up, and he took her out and downstairs, and walked to the door of Yeremov's office, "Use all the moves, there is nothing to lose." The agent knocked on the door and hinted with encouraging eyes.

"Charles? Come in."

Yeremov opened the door and shut the agent out, "Uh, sorry, that old Harvey pushes the girl she likes."

"Can you talk to APLUS about this? I'm already in Hollywood..." she asked, suppressing the emotions that were about to collapse.

"not very convenient……"

Yeremov didn't say much, turned around and picked up a new script book on the desk, "Hurry up and familiarize yourself with it, Harvey won't be here this afternoon, you should audition for the role of flight attendant instead, I have already talked to the casting director Hello."

"Thank you, Mr. Eremov!"

Survival from a desperate situation! ? She almost jumped up with excitement, "Thank you! I'll take my chance!"

"Well, you can thank APLUS if you want, but don't tell anyone about it, if I find you showing off in Hollywood..." Yeremov warned.

"I understand. Don't worry, Mr. Eremov."

"Well, I'm busy, you can go. Wait, don't be too happy when you go out."

Today, she was in a rollercoaster mood and pushed open the door to go out, trying to act normal, but the corners of her mouth still couldn't stop turning up.

"No, Mr. Yeremov, is he... so fast?" The manager didn't know why.

"You go to contact the casting director, I got the audition for the afternoon." She whispered.

"Okay! Well done Charis!"

The agent immediately put aside her doubts about how she did this, and ran excitedly to find someone.

After eating an energy bar at noon, she appeared in the waiting room again in the afternoon, "You?" Ellen Pompeo and the other two girls who had been waiting inside looked at her in surprise.

"Hi, Alan..." She secretly said sorry in her heart, smiled at her, and sat down in the opposite corner.

"You..." Ellen Pompeo said 'you' several times, and Charis observed that the facial muscles on her cheeks were trembling slightly, "You, do you want something to drink?" The other party took out a bottle of water and said to her I shook myself.

"No, thank you." She declined.

"Bichi..." The other party stopped acting and started cursing.

She pretended not to hear it, and lowered her head to study the new script. Yeremov gave herself the scripted version, and she began to figure out the character's small movements...

In the afternoon, she appeared in front of the director, the hero, Yeremov and others again...

"No, it's too high..."

Unexpectedly, after a round of performance, Ridley Scott killed him on the spot, mercilessly.

Allen Pompeo got the role in the end, "Bichi..." proudly insulted the defeated dog as he passed by her.

She didn't care anymore, the conversations and noises of everyone outside came to her ears as a vague buzzing, and the three walking dead with the fat follower and the manager got into the elevator, got out of the elevator, left the building, and returned to the parking lot.

The setbacks experienced today are too great, she feels that she may be depressed, and urgently needs a psychiatrist...

"Charles, wait..."

At this moment, Zack Schneider's voice came from behind, "Charles?"

She turned around in a daze, and saw the assistant director running over and grabbing her arm.

He was pulled to a remote corner of the parking lot, "Let your agent sign it." Zack Schneider stuffed a document into his hands, and confessed concisely: "A drunk woman with only one line, who appeared more than a dozen times. Seconds, but it’s not bad, the audience can see your body and face clearly, no audition, that’s it.”

She grabbed the document like a life-saving straw, and burst into tears again, "Thank you Zach, woo woo woo..."

"Thank you APLUS."

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