Son of the Bone

The small play they chose was adapted from Chekhov's "Death of a Clerk".

When Jiang Jue dried his hair and came out, Qi Lin had just read the script twice and was hesitant about casting.

There are only two characters in total, the protagonist is a nervous clerk who is trembling, and the supporting role is an annoying general.

He had asked about it before, and Mr. Xiao Jiang said that he could choose at will, whichever one you like.

But Qi Lin knew in his heart that even if it was just a small assignment, he didn't need to go to the auditorium to do a report performance for the whole school. Those mobile phone cameras would definitely record all kinds of pictures and post them online for the audience to comment on.

If it can shine... naturally it is the best.

"How do you feel?" Jiang Jue approached him, exuding a herbaceous mint scent.

Qi Lin sniffed subconsciously, looked at him and said, "Let's get the lines right first."

"Okay." Jiang Jue didn't take the script, just pulled up a chair and sat across from him, with a relaxed posture: "Who do you choose?"

"Little clerk." Qi Lin straightened his back and began to recall the way of luck, trying to find the feeling of this character.

The general is obviously less difficult, which is not conducive to his ability to polish.

The clerk frightened himself to death with a series of apologies for an accidental sneeze in the theater that stained the general's hair and neck.

He pretended to sneeze, subconsciously showed an apologetic expression, paused for a few seconds to see clearly who was sitting in the front row wiping his neck, carefully moved over, and said in a low voice, "Please forgive me, my lord. Your saliva splashed on you, I did it unintentionally..."

Jiang Jue didn't look back. After wiping his neck, he put down the non-existent handkerchief, and said perfunctorily, "It's nothing."

"For God's sake, please forgive me. You know I... I didn't mean to..."

After Qi Lin finished reading these two sentences, he closed the script himself.

"It's not that it's too inconsistent. I said that I felt that I was reading lines instead of acting." He thought for a long time, but couldn't find any problem: "Did I not put my emotions into it?"

Jiang Jue turned his chair back, tilted his head and said, "Shall I read it again?"

He coughed lightly, and suddenly changed into a cowering expression, and even his demeanor became a lot more wretched.

"Please forgive me, my lord." There was a flattering and ingratiating expression on his face, followed by a philistine breath: "My saliva splashed on you, and I did it unintentionally..."

These few words were spoken in a long-winded manner, and the tone was deliberately lowered like random thoughts, making people just want this person to shut up quickly.

Qi Lin rubbed his face and analyzed: "I can't imitate your tone, I want to take on this role."

They give priority to practicing small homework, so that Qi Lin can find a way to substitute for the role, which can be regarded as paving the way for the audition.

Jiang Jue turned around and looked him up and down: "You are usually the one who is flattered."

You don't need to beg for help in a low voice, and you don't need to overestimate other people's winks, so it's hard to get involved.

"There is something wrong with this script," Qi Lin said unconvinced: "Who would apologize five or six times because of a sneeze, and then run to the office to apologize after it's over?"

It seems that there is no way to empathize with the character at all.

Jiang Jue thought for a while, and handed him the mobile phone on the table: "Go and call any girl in the class and borrow the lines lesson notes—try it?"

"Now?"

"Now."

Without thinking too much, Qi Lin dialed the number of a quiet girl.

When the other party answered the phone, he couldn't believe it, so much so that he stammered: "Qi—Qi Lin? Is it you?"

"Hi, good evening," Qi Lin reflexively raised a business-like smile, his tone gentle and gentle: "It's like this, I missed some classes before, can you borrow my notes for me tomorrow?"

"Is that so!"

Next to the phone came the whispers of other girls talking.

"Is it really Qi Lin?"

"Did Qi Lin call you? Eight o'clock in the evening?!"

"Why did he look for you instead of the school committee!"

Because the girl on the phone didn't hear the feedback, she was afraid that she had said a wrong sentence, so she hurriedly quieted everyone in the dormitory, and quickly and eagerly promised: "We will keep it secret, really don't worry, I will have class tomorrow Can I give you the notes then?"

"Or... I'll send it to you now?" The tone became more and more respectful, and even made people feel a little unhappy: "I'm free at night, and I'm good at all subjects."

"No, it'll be fine tomorrow." Qi Lin felt this kind of real carefulness very deeply, and exchanged a look with Jiang Jue.

He could even feel that if he really agreed, the other party would quickly make up and change clothes before running over to deliver notes, which was too deliberate.

"Thank you very much for your hard work."

"It's not hard, it's not hard..." The girl's voice became softer as she spoke, and she was as polite as Taobao's after-sales service: "Then don't disturb you and rest at night, I'll hang up first."

Obviously he was the one who called, why is it the other way around now?

"Ok."

"Nervous, cautious, afraid of saying a word wrong." Jiang Jue said slowly: "Is it true?"

"It's too real, what's the matter?" Qi Lin held the phone in a daze for a long time before saying, "I won't eat them..."

Jiang Jue actually wanted to say, think about your reaction in front of my mother at the Paris Fashion Week that day, but he managed to hold back.

He looked at Qi Lin's facial features, and said casually: "You artists, do you know how to manage facial expressions?"

No matter when and where, you must have a delicate smile, and you will not look ugly and vulgar when you capture it from any angle. Train this muscle reaction into an instinct.

"It's about the same. I practiced the arc of my smile in front of the mirror for several months, and now I fake a professional smile when I go out," Qi Lin said helplessly: "In the end, my face froze."

"But as an actor, your expression follows the script." Jiang Jue showed a look of disapproval: "If you want to shine in a big-screen performance like a movie, the micro-expression on your face should instinctively fit the plot. .”

Whether it is the instinct of the method school or the instinct of the experience school, they must be integrated into the plot to become that flesh and blood person, not a beautiful and impeccable pottery statue.

This is one of the consequences of Qi Lin missing those acting lessons that imitate the gorilla and the wolf dog.

He had to learn by himself how to remove those decent and glorious expression habits from his instinctive memory.

The two sat down one after the other again, and went through the lines again.

The next day, the clerk ran to the general's office and waited in the queue for a long time before seeing the general.

"Yesterday at the Arcadia Theater, if you still remember," Qi Lin pursed his lips, made a movement of looking at the other person's expression, and twisted his fingers: "I sneezed and accidentally splashed... Please Be sure to..."

"What nonsense!" Jiang Jue glanced at him suspiciously and contemptuously, and looked directly at the visitor behind him: "Next, what's the matter?"

"My lord! If you dare to disturb your lord," Qi Lin reluctantly moved closer, showing a nervous panic expression: "This is just a feeling of repentance——"

Jiang Jue was terrified by his expression, pushed the guy back on the chair, and resumed his normal tone of speaking: "At this stage, the character is not flustered, but anxious."

"Is my analysis wrong?"

"Have you analyzed him?"

If I continue to guide slowly like this, the time to read magazines tonight will be wasted again.

He directly took Qi Lin's script, picked up a red pen and began to draw the emotional curve.

From the astonishment and fear of the first apology in the theater, to the urgency and desire to express the second special visit, to the specific psychological feelings before the third visit, the blank side of the script is annotated A whole set of logical and emotional lines changes, and the whole character is ready to emerge.

With a sense of layering, the inner emotions are clearer and more three-dimensional, and the narrative of the story has twists and turns, making people more and more able to substitute into it.

Qi Lin watched him write and talk about these things, and suddenly reached out and held him down.

"Jiang Jue," he said with a deep breath, "If I want to play "The Mermaid Song", I can't just read my part of the plot, I have to read the whole story, and then use this story to analyze this character in detail, digging like you do. Kernel changes, is that so?"

Four acts, eight words.

But only when he understands the criss-cross relationship between the characters, and even figured out the subtext of his opponent's lines in other scenes, can he perfectly present his eight lines.

Today I learned a little bit, although I didn't understand much, but I finally seemed to be able to glimpse the iceberg hidden in the deep sea under that corner.

This...is acting.

Jiang Jue stroked his fluffy head in relief.

To the surprise of all the students, although there were no seniors watching the performance of the mid-term report, scouts, assistant directors and even producers from several entertainment companies sat under the stage. .

Moreover, Mr. Qin, who was as immovable as a Buddha, didn't tell them about it until the moment before the official performance.

It's really killing me.