The first round of competition was arranged in the small theater studio, which was the place where the four mentors were when they first met them.
From five o'clock in the evening, the on-site rehearsal officially began.
Chang Yun was a duo, and Gu Ling and Jiang Lianlian were both singles. They were called away one after another, and it was not until eight o'clock that Chang Yun was the first to come back, dancing and gesticulating with Xue Xiao.
"It's awesome, it's awesome! The small theater is bigger than it looks from the outside. There is a track behind the stage curtain, where the scenery is set up. They have already finished setting up the scenery for each play. When the time comes, they will use it directly. Just use the track to deliver the scene to the stage, it’s a huge production!”
Just imagining it was exciting. At nine o'clock in the evening, Xue Xiao, Zhao Dong and Jin Xiaochen were called to the small theater for rehearsal. They saw the busy scene and the scenery standing on the circular track. As soon as the lights came on and the cameras rushed, Xue Xiao's heart beat rapidly.
The concept of "starting from scratch" was pioneered by "Superstar", but they are indeed not the first to host an acting competition program in China.
Similar programs have already optimized the competition model to a very mature level. It is not difficult to imagine that in addition to the track setting and live performances in the early stage, "Superstar on Studio" may also be transformed into a film and television production model in the later stage.
As long as they can stay and stay on this stage, they may become the protagonists on the big screen.
Jin Xiaochen secretly clenched his fists: "We must perform well and save it until the end. Anyway, we must not lose to..."
It is true that Lao Gao can only do so much, but Zhao Dong can understand it completely. After all, the entertainment industry has always been a competition between various forces. If Lao Gao can have the final say in such a large program group, he can still be just a person. Deputy director
Zhao Dong rubbed Xue Xiao's head vigorously: "Smile, you really are, you are a bit unrestrained at heart!"
Jin Xiaochen: "..."
At this time, even Zhao Dong was stunned. He and Jin Xiaochen stared blankly at Xue Xiao.
Fortunately, Fan Xue has not caused too much damage to their group so far, otherwise even if he tried not to record the show, Jin Xiaochen would still make big news for him.
What is Fanxue? His Weibo has nearly 10 million fans!
Which one is more important? Can you still not understand
Like what Fan Xue did to them, in other variety shows, the program team would probably turn a blind eye.
But the "Superstar" program team...or rather, Director Gao, Lao Gao, not only came forward to handle the matter, but also had a one-on-one interview with the three of them and apologized.
Zhao Dong patted him on the back: "Bring out your best acting skills to give them the most powerful counterattack."
The clues in Li Xueming's mind all pointed to someone. He quickly turned around in horror. What he saw was the scene where Chen Tao stabbed another police officer, kidnapped Zhang Yang, and roughly pulled him upstairs.
But even so, the inexperienced Jin Xiaochen was still exhausted.
*
Rehearsing live is much more difficult than rehearsing in a classroom.
As an Internet surfer, Jin Xiaochen certainly knew that the entertainment industry was in deep water, but he really didn't expect that the water would one day flood his head.
Jin Xiaochen nodded fiercely: "Brother Xue, you can be quite intimidating sometimes!"
"Hiss." Jin Xiaochen touched his arms fiercely.
Surrounded by so many staff members shouting at him, he couldn't get into the scene several times. He was desperately trying to remember the moves in his mind, and even forgot his lines several times.
Jin Xiaochen was stunned.
"As for the stone," Xue Xiao thought for a while, "Maybe not long after you left it behind, the wind will naturally sweep it away, and the rain will naturally wash it away, but by that time, you will probably have already I’ve walked a long way and can’t think of this stone at all.”
Jin Xiaochen looked at the two of them and muttered: "Brother Zhao and Brother Xue, why don't you two seem to care much?"
Zhao Dong paused after hearing this and scratched his head: "Xiao Jin, it's not that I don't care, but compared to this, I'm actually more surprised that Director Gao would explain this matter to us."
"If you think about it carefully, no matter how the program "Superstar" will be filmed in the end, its starting point is definitely sincere. It has given us countless opportunities for transparency, and that's why..." Zhao Dong turned his head. , said to Jin Xiaochen, "At this critical moment, we must not let the villain influence our mentality. We must focus on the performance and be worthy of the sincerity of those behind this show. Xiao Jin, you understand me. Do you mean?"
Xue Xiao came back to his senses and asked cautiously: "...Why do you look at me like that?"
Although Zhao Dong is just an extra, he usually moves around a lot among major production crews, and he has seen and heard a lot of dirty things in the entertainment industry.
At this moment, the assistant performers from their group also arrived at the small theater. The staff called them and waved to them.
At this time, Xue Xiao spoke softly.
Xue Xiao couldn't help but laugh and reminded: "Then be careful if your voice becomes hoarse tomorrow and you will do splits when reciting the lines. There is no live dubbing here."
And this is no small amount of sincerity.
From this perspective, Lao Gaoguang may have already withstood a lot of pressure just by communicating candidly with them.
There is a scene in their play where they run upstairs -
He glanced vaguely at the Fan Xue trio who came down from the rehearsal site.
Because it’s not just a question of how to tell a story well, they also have to coordinate with the on-site camera switching and pay attention to positioning and pinch points.
By that afternoon, he and Zhao Dong already knew about their group being tripped up.
"A risk is just a stone you accidentally step on on the road," Xue Xiao turned his head and said seriously to Jin Xiaochen, "This stone may be very small, or it may be so big that it really blocks the road, but we The goal is never to crush the rocks, but to find ways to keep moving forward.”
Zhao Dong burst out laughing: "I think I still have to sleep. Only when I am energetic can I perform well tomorrow!"
I finally regained some form with the encouragement of Zhao Dong and Xue Xiao, but my legs were aching from exhaustion.
Of course, in the first round of the competition, the scenes of the plays chosen by the program team were relatively simple, otherwise one night of rehearsal time would not be enough.
"The bigger the stage, the more risks and opportunities coexist." The young man looked directly at the stage in the spotlight, the light flickering in his eyes, "But in front of such a big stage, what are the risks?"
Their live rehearsals began.
What are these three? He is a bit player, an extra, and an amateur.
Xue Xiao: "?"
"Just wait for me," Jin Xiaochen glared at Fan Xue's back and said through gritted teeth, "You want us to fail in our performance because of these obstacles? You are looking down on us too much! I won't sleep today and will rehearse all night. Roll them to death!"
Li Xueming and his subordinates chased him with guns raised, and ran all the way upstairs. At that time, Chen Tao clasped Zhang Yang's arms and waist with one hand, and put a knife on his neck with one hand. The two stood at the edge of the corridor - There is no wall at the end of this corridor, and the fault is the "cliff".
They practiced this section of movement back and forth several times until they could no longer lift their legs.
Jin Xiaochen put his hands on his knees and gasped: "I'm really afraid that during the live performance tomorrow, I won't be able to lift my legs and will lie down on the stairs."
"Then you can really leave the circle directly." Zhao Dong teased.
Xue Xiao wiped his sweat, walked over and looked outside the fault at the end of the corridor on the third floor.
In the end, Zhao Dong was going to jump from here - Chen Tao still chose to commit suicide in the end.
Zhao Dong, on the other hand, needed to let go of Xue Xiao with his back facing outwards, and fall straight back.
One meter below, the program team placed a huge soft cushion.
Xue Xiao warned: "Brother Zhao, be careful not to hurt your neck when you fall down."
"Hey, okay, don't worry, I know."
After Zhao Dong fell down, the cushions needed to be removed quickly, and the cameraman would take a shot of Xue Xiao and Jin Xiaochen looking down from the bottom of the unfinished building. But here, The drama isn't over yet either.
When the camera closes, that is, when the screen facing the audience goes dark, the cushion needs to be moved back, and Zhao Dong also needs to crawl back right away—
Because at the end, he and Xue Xiao need to perform a short "memory" drama.
In general, their group had the most "tricks" among all the repertoires. Many students came to take a look during the rehearsals and were glad that they did not challenge "Mantis".
By the time we got back to the dormitory, it was already midnight.
Chang Yun had fallen asleep long ago, snoring loudly. Gu Ling turned on the small light and was half lying on the bed reading the book he borrowed from Xue Xiao. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned around and said, "You are finally back?"
Zhao Dong whispered: "Hey, I'm so tired. By the way, when will you appear tomorrow? Did anyone tell you?"
"I won't go on stage until tomorrow. I have a day off tomorrow and will just watch your performance."
With fifty people, it was unrealistic to record so many performances in one day, so the program team divided them into two days of recording.
However, if we record on a day like tomorrow, no staff will have the energy to rehearse on site, so the rehearsals of all groups will be scheduled tonight.
"That's great. Xiao Xiao and I will play tomorrow afternoon, but I'm too tired to be nervous now."
Xue Xiao finished packing his things and whispered: "Brother Zhao, go wash up first and go to bed early to rest."
"okay."
It's quiet at night.
Xue Xiao lay on the bed, writing a diary under the small lamp on the corner of the bed, the tip of his pen rubbing the pages, making a rustling sound.
Keeping a diary is a habit he inherited from elementary school. He feels uncomfortable without writing something every day. Sometimes he is too bored and has nothing to record, so he will randomly write novels or something based on his thoughts.
From this aspect, what he loves is not just acting, but "creation".
He is interested in everything related to creation, such as music and painting, but he does not have the innate ability to do these two.
He was tone-deaf when singing and could even draw a kitten into a pig. As an adult, Xue Xiao recognized the reality and devoted more energy to writing.
For Xue Xiao, performance is a bigger "creation".
It was a more three-dimensional and colorful world.
Tomorrow, he will take the world that belongs to him and stand in front of a thousand live audiences and stand in front of Shen Tingyan.
Xue Xiao stopped writing.
The font, which had always been strong and powerful, was a lot cluttered, and at some point, he also held his breath.
On the upper bunk, Chang Yun's snoring suddenly stopped.
The sound of tickling sounded, and he turned over, and after a while, he fell asleep more peacefully.
Xue Xiao slowly started writing again.
"How would Teacher Shen evaluate my performance?"
In the quiet night, no one could answer this question.
Xue Xiao closed the diary, turned off the light, and turned over to lie on his back on the bed.
I really want to hurry up to tomorrow.
*
The day of the first round of competition.
At six o'clock in the morning, all students got up on time and hurried to the dressing room after breakfast.
Jin Xiaochen and Jiang Lianlian were in the same state. The two of them recited their lines without missing a moment, and their nervousness was clearly written on their faces.
Xue Xiao was receiving make-up while chatting with a group of brothers and sisters in the "Just act, act, act, that's it" group.
In another dressing room, Fan Xue looked at himself in the mirror and took deep breaths.
The member of the same group next to him said casually: "I don't know how the other group is practicing. I didn't stay to see it yesterday."
"What's there to see?" The other person rolled his eyes and wanted to say something else, but since the microphone was already on and the camera was facing him, he couldn't say it more bluntly.
When the teacher was in class that day, he felt that the other group's performance was not as good as theirs - the amateur group of extras. It was strange that they could perform better than them.
Especially the one named Xue Xiao, who is just a bit player, actually thinks that he is better at acting than him - yes, this person is the actor who plays the flamboyant part of this group, and so is Xiao Wang.
Xiao Wang is a person who holds grudges. He sneered and thought that those three people didn't have enough experience on the big stage. They might get stage fright and perform worse.
He rolled his eyes and raised his chin to his companion: "Didn't you see that Senior Brother is calm?"
Fan Xue actually didn't hear what they said at all, and his whole body was extremely tense.
In this first round of performances, although his manager told him that he didn't have to be afraid no matter how bad his performance was, he definitely didn't mean to let him perform badly.
If you can act well, of course it's the best.
There are good and bad methods of hype. Fan Xue definitely doesn't want to make a fool of himself in front of an audience of more than a thousand, so he has been rehearsing quite seriously these days.
As for the other group…
Fan Xue frowned.
In fact, he never felt that Xue Xiao's acting skills were any better than his own from beginning to end. With the operation of his agent - although the deputy director named Gao from the program team had already intervened - it was enough. After the first round, another group There are enough people to eat a pot.
Thinking of this, Fan Xue finally relaxed and even twitched the corners of his lips, revealing a secret smile.
Who told them to meet him
He will work hard, but if he doesn't perform well, the other group won't be able to use him as a control group and step on him to get the upper hand.
At 7:30 in the morning, a thousand spectators who had grabbed tickets for the performance began to enter the venue one after another.
The auditorium is gradually filling up.
Excitement and anticipation filled the entire studio.
At 7:40, the fifty students who had put on their makeup sat down in the actor area near the stage. There was a burst of small cheers from the audience, with Fan Xue's fans being the most excited.
"Ah, I'm so nervous." Jin Xiaochen kept shaking his legs.
"The audience is watching, don't shake." Zhao Dong patted his leg.
Jiang Lianlian was a little anxious: "Other shows have the actors waiting in the waiting area. This show makes us sit on the sidelines directly. This makes me even more nervous. I'm afraid I'll forget my words later."
Xue Xiao comforted her: "Just treat it like watching a movie. Maybe you won't be nervous after watching it, and then you won't forget the lyrics."
Chang Yun sighed: "Smile, you have such a good attitude."
Xue Xiao thought that he was just more excited than nervous.
As a higher scream suddenly sounded, he straightened his back instantly, clenched his hands, and turned to look at the instructor's seat opposite the stage.
Four figures took their seats one after another.
Among them, a tall figure wearing a white shirt attracted everyone's attention.
With the same casual posture as always, Shen Tingyan's black hair was pushed back today, leaving only a few scattered in front of his forehead. There was a hint of casualness in the strictness, and a touch of wantonness in the abstinence.
That face can stand the test of almost any shape, but it is often the simplest and most generous shape that best reflects the superiority of this face.
The drooping eyebrows were like a picture. When he felt a strong gaze from the sidelines and just picked up today's performance catalog, he paused slightly, raised his eyelashes slightly, and turned his eyes faintly here -
Xue Xiao's heart trembled.
(End of chapter)