marvelous rosaline

13

Half a month later, Broad Street, Times Theatre.

"Thiago? Thiago!"

"It's here!"

After the secretary shouted a few times, the Latino young man sneaked into the office deftly.He has a handsome baby face and quick responses. Seeing the young man's warm smile, the secretary who was still sullen couldn't help but slightly twitch her mouth.

She handed Thiago a thick stack of paper: "Go, send the script snippet to the actor who interviewed the heroine."

Thiago took the file: "No problem!"

The secretary couldn't help reminding: "These actors have already passed the song and dance audition, and the female lead of the show is likely to be among them. Be careful, don't offend the future stars and don't know the situation."

Thiago scratched his hair: "I'm not a fool..."

Secretary: "I think you are, go!"

Thiago turned and left holding the script fragment.

Yes, now Thiago Mara is the new recruit in the theatre.

The Times Theater is preparing to open new plays, so naturally it needs a lot of staff.Thiago had worked as a detective assistant for Frank Cage for so many years, and it was no small matter for him to set up a false identity and sneak into the theater to run errands.

He turned to the outside of the interview room with the script fragment in his arms, and was startled as soon as he stepped into the corridor.

Thiago was ready to face a large group of beautiful girls, but when he raised his eyes, he was still stupid:

Standing and sitting in the corridor are all girls who look exactly like the portrait of Edith Poirot in the poster!They were tall and short, and dressed in different clothes, but almost all of them had long red curly hair, retro makeup, and clothes that were very popular in the late nineteenth century.

Those who didn't know thought he had entered some "Edith Poirot" imitation show!

Without the secretary's suggestion, Thiago also lost the mood to strike up a conversation with people.He lowered his head and honestly sent them one by one.All the way to the seat in front of the interview room.

Thiago couldn't help but his eyes lit up.

The girl sitting in the corner of the bench was tall and slender. She didn't deliberately grow her hair long. Her natural red hair was cut very short, which was the most popular style at the moment.The most important thing is that she came completely without makeup, but she has an extremely delicate face that is almost exactly the same as Edith Poirot.

She doesn't even wear makeup!

"Here you are," Thiago handed the fragment of the script in his hand to the other party, "Be prepared in advance, it will be your interview soon, Miss Poirot—"

The sitting girl glared at him: "It's Roselyn Rosakova."

Thiago: "Well, Miss Rosakova."

That's right, this is Rosalin, the new shareholder of the detective agency.

Compared with all the crappy imitators of Ms. Poirot, Rosalind's appearance is really clean and dusty, and she washed Tiago's eyes clean.

Rosalind: "Thank you."

She took the fragment of the script, glanced at it quickly, and then frowned quickly.

"Why," Thiago lowered his voice, "is it difficult?"

"It's not difficult, but..."

"but?"

But Rosalin felt that the plot was not right.

To describe it accurately, Edith Poirot in the script is very OOC.

All the people who came to interview the heroine were given the same fragment of the script, on a thin piece of paper were written the score to be sung and the content of the performance.The plot is probably that the young Edith Poirot just came to New York to work hard. When she received her first heroine, she was framed by an investor who failed to follow the unspoken rules. She was involved in a murder case and became a suspects.

This is exactly what mom has been through.However, Edith Poirot in the script was very panicked immediately after encountering the murder case. She was attacked and alienated, and even cried secretly when she was denounced as a "murderer".Of course, as the heroine, she finally found out the real culprit and proved her innocence through the guidance and encouragement of her father in Europe.

For this, Rosalin just wanted to say... Where did the little white flower come from!

Not to mention that grandpa didn't participate in the case at all, Rosalin was speechless just because of her mother's reaction in the script: You know, my mother was raised by my grandmother.

Who is her grandmother?Countess Vera Rosakova, Detective Poirot's sweetheart, stands alongside "that woman" Irene Adler, synonymous with both good and evil, beautiful and dangerous female characters.How could a daughter raised by such a countess be afraid of a murder.

What a joke!

The moment Rosalin got the script, she lost her enthusiasm for participating in the play.

Just as Rosalin was considering her words and trying to express her thoughts to Tiago in a more tactful way, the door of the interview office in front of them opened, and a lady dressed in neutral clothes stood in front of the door: "Next one, Miss Rosalind Rosakova."

Rosalin reluctantly got up.

Thiago secretly clenched his fists: "Come on!"

She curled her lips and walked into the room with the script.

Before the crossing, Rosalin was basically unable to go out, and because of special reasons in the ward, she could not get access to video works.Everything she knows about Broadway comes from books.

However, the audition method a hundred years ago was similar to what she understood.

After stepping into the office, there was a long table in the room of only a dozen square meters, and behind the long table sat a very professionally dressed man.After closing the door, the neutral lady introduced, "This is Mr. Lambert, the casting director."

Rosalin smiled brightly: "Good day, Mr. Lambert."

However, the casting director behind the long table didn't even raise his head, he just roughly flipped through Rosalin's resume and said perfunctorily, "Let's sing."

Rosalind's pretty face collapsed immediately.

"Sing." Seeing that she was silent, the casting director barely raised his eyelids: "What are you still doing?"

This is too impolite!

Rosalin muttered in her heart, but had no choice but to pick up the script fragment and cleared her throat.

Her voice is not too bad, although it is not as good as the gifted mother, but the music knowledge and sound foundation of the mother and daughter were taught by grandma alone.So Rosalin still had some confidence, she adjusted her breathing, and lightly opened her lips according to the music score: "Father has presented cases for me countless times, and I have already mastered them by heart—"

The selected performance segment was not long. Rosalin sang for about 1 minute, and the casting director suddenly said: "—stop."

Rosalin almost didn't come up in one breath: "Is there any question?"

The casting director turned another page of his resume: "Are you European?"

Rosalind: "...Yes."

Casting director: "Well, skip the reminiscence part and start directly by describing the killing process."

Rosalin simply put down the script in her hand.

After a moment of silence, the casting director behind the desk finally raised his head.Since Rosalin entered the door, the middle-aged man looked at Rosalin's face for the first time: "What?"

"I can't act." Rosalin was very honest: "The script design is wrong."

However, in return for her honesty, the casting director's expression was almost numb: "If you can't act, go out."

Rosalin tilted her head.

"But it's not about me," she insisted, "it's about the script!"

"Come again and again."

When the casting director's face showed disdain and hostility from the bottom of her heart, Rosalin even recalled her behavior after entering the door at the speed of light - she claimed to be serious and courteous, and did not do anything that would make ordinary people suffer. A frightening move?

Mr. Lambert, the casting director, leaned back in his chair, rolled his eyeballs with no highlights, and then raised his hand to stroke the beard that didn't exist on his chin.This appearance reminded Rosalin of a blowfly busy wiping her face.

"You little girls, you don't sing well, you don't perform well, and you think about these crooked ways all day long." Mr. Lambert's tone was very impatient: "This-Miss Rosakova, although I don't know how the Soviets choose actors. , but I can encounter your way of picking faults and showing character understanding every day. Do you really think that at a young age, you can understand characters better than the screenwriter and director?"

"But--"

"Love to sing, don't sing to get out, Sarah, next."

How rude!

Rosalin murmured softly, "You Americans are so impolite."

The casting director's face darkened immediately: "You wild girl, how dare you talk to me like that?!"

"It's obviously because the script design is wrong."

Rosalin didn't care about the real situation when she was serious, she raised the paper in her hand: "The fragment writes that Edith Poirot imitates the person whose lung was pierced and shouted - it is impossible to shout after being pierced , at best, it can only be 'hehe' venting, how do you ask me to act?"

Casting Director: "..."

Even if he knew that the little girl in front of him would refute, he didn't expect that the "problem" mentioned by the other party actually referred to the reaction before death.

"Also," Rosalin continued quickly, "not only is the statement of the case wrong, but even the reasoning process is wrong. Great detectives can draw conclusions with just a glance, because all the clues can be connected logically before them. Get up, and Edith Poirot makes a phone call in the clip, far away in Europe-I mean, how could her father directly deduce the cause and effect? ​​It was Edith who found the answer herself at the time, and she had to give the credit For her father, what is the meaning of this plot design?"

"You're talking about Hercule Poirot!" the casting director said angrily.

"Yes, yes, Poirot is a detective, and he can't be psychic."

The casting director slammed the table hard, and immediately roared: "Get out!"

He actually told her to get out? !

Rosalin was a little surprised.

She was so big, and no one had ever talked to Rosalind like that before.

The elders always dote on her. As for her peers, they are always afraid of her, afraid that she will violently hurt others if she is unhappy, and generally avoid her.Captain Johnson made a slur, but he eventually apologized.It was the first time that Rosalin met someone who was not afraid of death!

"If Edith Poirot is alive," she said solemnly, "she will come to you for the wrong case!"

"You fucking—"

The atmosphere in the room instantly became tense.

Just when Rosalin decided that the casting director was going to drop the resume on her, another side door of the room opened.Another middle-aged man walked in with a smile on his face.

"Oh, oh, I really believe that." He pressed the casting director who was furious: "If what this 'Miss Professional' said is true, Edith will indeed settle accounts with me."

"Sam!"

There was a moment of astonishment in the eyes of the casting director: "What are you, when did you come?"

The middle-aged man named "Sam" blinked like a child: "I'm the chief director, can't I come?"

The casting director was momentarily embarrassed: "Uh..."

Sam's smile remained the same: "I've been listening outside for more than two hours, Lambert, you are really stricter now, you let go of at least three potential stocks who can be selected as heroines within these two hours .”

chief director...

Rosalin knew immediately: this man was the chief director of the repertoire of "Angel Voices", the legendary "genius" Sam Williams.

It was he who discovered Edith Poirot and made her famous.And the famous plays in the hands of Sam Williams are not as simple as one or two. Some people say that if he changes careers, Broadway will lose half of the country.

The genius director looked nearly fifty years old, and he was handsome, but only [-]% of his black hair was left, and his hairline was particularly worrying.But it doesn't matter that he has a suave and suave temperament. Wearing a slightly frivolous golden-trimmed shirt in daily life, it highlights a full artistic atmosphere without any sense of disobedience.

There was a strong smell of security ink on banknotes on his body.

"This 'Miss Professional' asks you..."

There was a smile on his face, but when Sam Williams turned his head to look at Rosalind, all his voices were stuck in his throat.

Rosalin frowned slightly: "Your whole crew is so rude."

These words were blunt, but the chief director even covered his heart: "My Christ Jesus!"

Rosalind: "I'm neither Christ nor Jesus, I'll return the script to you, and I'm leaving."

"Wait, wait, miss."

Sam Williams hurriedly raised his voice: "I want to ask you a few questions."

Rosalin stopped: "What?"

The chief director didn't say anything for a long time, just staring at her blankly.

"What do you want to ask?" Rosalin asked again.

"You just... just said that people with lung injuries don't shout, is that true?" Sam Williams began.

"of course."

Rosalin had lost all interest: "You can ask a police detective, they must know better."

Sam: "So you think there's something wrong with the script."

Rosalind: "The problem is too big."

Sam: "Would you like to be the lead actress in Angel Voices?"

Rosalin: "...Of course." Otherwise, what is she doing here for an interview, this person is so strange!

"Well."

Chief director Sam Williams immediately showed a childlike smile.His eyes haven't left since he saw Rosalin. The middle-aged man stared at her lovingly, and didn't even give the play director a second look: "Get out, this professional lady stay."

Play director: "What?!"