Director Chen seemed to like this suggestion: "Okay. You can help him calm down, let's take a look."
Hayes got up from the chair and walked to Murphy. He was very tall. Murphy had originally set the height at 187cm. Now he felt a little regretful. This man was really oppressive.
"You just memorized your lines very well. Shall we continue with that monologue?"
Murphy nodded, "It's all right."
He did not have the ability to improvise directly, but fortunately the monologue just now had created a situation for him in advance, and he already had an emotional foundation. If Hayes now picked the explosive segment at the end, he would definitely not be able to get into the state all of a sudden.
Hayes’s professional ability is amazing, his expression changes in a flash, and in a blink of an eye he becomes Nan Ke in the play, with a bright smile and speaking fluent French.
"Hello sir, you just ordered an iced mocha, do you need anything else?"
Murphy realized that the flashback scene was set in France. He looked at Hayes and nodded involuntarily, then quickly shook his head. However, neither he nor Carter could speak French, so he could only skip the short lines that were supposed to be there with a little embarrassment.
"Okay, that's 2.25 euros."
Hayes's non-proprietary performance was excellent. The arc of his smile was just right, and he looked like a skilled coffee shop cashier. Murphy reached into his pocket.
There was a subtle embarrassment on his face all the time, which was noticed by the director and screenwriter sitting below. In fact, this kind of situation where you are talking to your secret crush for the first time requires just the right amount of embarrassment.
Murphy stretched out his hand to Hayes, and Hayes naturally spread out his palm, and a pink, crystal clear candy fell into his palm.
Hayes, who had perfect professional ethics, almost laughed out loud.
"Okay, please wait." Hayes walked to the side, busy with his hands, and his movements were very professional.
Murphy looked down at his toes, then looked at Hayes's profile, speaking in Chinese instead of French lines.
"Are you French?"
While "making" coffee, Hayes answered: "No, I am Chinese and I came here to study."
"Really?" He asked in a surprised tone.
Hayes also turned his head and looked at him, and they smiled at each other. He picked up a disposable paper cup on the small table next to him, walked to Murphy, and handed it to him with both hands.
"Your coffee."
His fingers were very long, and Murphy accidentally touched his fingers when he took the coffee. Hayes looked at him with direct and warm eyes, just like the sunshine in July.
At that moment, Murphy felt a deep sense of uneasiness. He couldn't explain why. This feeling was terribly familiar. A thin layer of sweat appeared on his palms, and the hand that took the paper cup couldn't help but tremble slightly.
"Thanks."
Murphy turned around, and the next scene was him leaving the coffee shop. He walked slowly, as if the soles of his shoes were really stained with the melted asphalt on the road.
"Will you come tomorrow?"
Murphy turned his head suddenly, and Hayes scratched the hair on the back of his head. "What I mean is that there will be an event in the coffee shop tomorrow. It's summer, so buy one get one free for cold drinks."
The three words "summer" sounded very nice when he spoke them, like the tone of a love talk.
"You can also bring your friends along, it's a good deal."
Murphy looked at him and said sincerely, "But I have no friends."
As soon as Murphy said this, he regretted it so much that he wanted to bite his tongue, because this was not a line in the script. As expected, he still had no experience, and he began to lose the distinction between reality and drama.
Hayes was stunned, but only for a moment. He walked around the non-existent counter, walked in front of Murphy, and stretched out his hand to him.
Murphy was also stunned, staring blankly at Hayes, who was half a head taller than him. He had the temperament of both a man and a boy. The smile on his face was so sincere that Murphy almost forgot that it was acting.
Murphy hesitated, but still stretched out his hand, which the other party shook quickly and forcefully.
"Now you have it."
"Come tomorrow and I'll treat you to an iced mocha."
"That's fine."
The moment Chen Anping called for a stop, Murphy immediately pulled his hand away and said thank you to Hayes again. Hayes also returned to his usual restrained smile and walked back to his seat.
Qu Qing's expression was different from when she first came in. She smiled at Murphy from the bottom of her heart, but Murphy was not sure whether she smiled the same way towards other actors. Chen Anping's expression did not change much.
After a few brief words, Murphy left the room.
Not long after I walked out, Grace came up to me and asked, "How was it? You stayed for quite a long time."
Murphy showed no expression and told the truth: "It was a monologue and a rehearsal, but they didn't say anything."
Grace's expression showed a hint of disappointment, but this was also what she expected. This resource was so popular that those who came to audition were all well-known names. Carter's biggest advantage was that he was good-looking and popular, and many investors were eyeing this.
However, for an art film like this, his shortcomings were enough for the director to veto it.
Grace patted Murphy on the shoulder symbolically and said, "No matter what, it's good to give it a try. There will be opportunities like this again in the future."
Murphy didn't hear what Grace said at all, he was talking to Ava.
"Ava, these characters are all roles in the system, so you should be able to read their thoughts, right?"
Ava replied calmly: "Theoretically, yes, but you need to pay 5,000 points in exchange."
Five thousand? He only has four hundred now.
Murphy gave up the idea of trying to find out the truth through the system AI.
Ava: "But Mr. Xu, I think your acting skills are pretty good."
Murphy smiled bitterly, probably limited to this kind of secret love plot...
When I came to my senses, Grace had already dragged me out of the hotel.
Group idols are different from other artists. They have to split their day into two and a half days. It is already 10:40 in the evening, and Murphy still has to go back to the company to rehearse with his teammates.
After finishing half of the dance formation, the five of them sat in a circle on the floor of the rehearsal room to rest.
Sheldon held a box of throat lozenges in his hand, broke one open and threw it into his mouth, "I feel like my throat is going to smoke these past two days."
Murphy, who was sitting opposite, stretched out his hand to Sheldon, "I want one too." Sheldon broke off another one and threw it to him, "How about yours?"
The throat lozenge tasted weird, sweet and spicy, but he still liked it: "I probably can't go."
Owen patted Murphy's hunched back and said, "Oh, how can it be so fast? Acting is too mysterious. If you really don't believe me, let's accumulate experience one movie at a time."
Mason was straightforward: "It's better not to be selected, so that I don't get scolded again, which is uncomfortable to watch."
Lucas threw the wet towel on Mason's forehead and scolded with a smile: "Take care of your own variety show first."
Mason was chosen as a guest for the new season of an outdoor competitive reality show because of his good athletic talent and good figure. However, as he was born in an idol group, even though his masculinity index is off the charts, it is hard not to face opposition.
"I have a thick skin and I can handle any insult."
Lucas kicked Mason and then fell towards Murphy.
When writing the article, in order to create some Shura scenes from time to time, and because the CP between teammates in the group is an inevitable product, Murphy did not hesitate to create the image of Lucas, who is somewhat evil. But when he really met him, he found that he really couldn't handle such a personality.
Murphy calmly moved his legs, and Lucas fell to the ground. Sheldon laughed at him crazily: "Your hair is full of sweat, and you insisted on rubbing it on Carter."
Murphy smiled and waved his hands, "No, my legs are sore."
After resting for a while, the five of them were woken up by the choreographer to continue rehearsing. They returned to the dormitory in the late night, but they could only sleep for more than three hours as they had a magazine cover shoot in the morning.
On the way to the studio, Murphy watched everyone playing and fighting in the car, and he felt some strange emotions in his heart, but they were not negative.
He has been poor at speaking since he was young, and has always been unable to establish close relationships with others or integrate into the larger environment. Over time, he found that he had few friends.
Suddenly, with a new identity, I got this special interpersonal relationship with my teammates. Besides being novel, I was also a little happy.
After the group part, it was time for each member to have their individual part. Murphy could rest for a while. He curled up on the sofa, feeling sleepy and hungry. He took a piece of dessert from the coffee table and stuffed it into his mouth. The female staff member next to him covered her mouth and laughed after seeing this: "It turns out that Carter doesn't care about body management at all."
Murphy was unable to speak with a big mouthful of cake in his mouth. He smiled awkwardly, but a voice came from behind him: "He can't gain weight."
As soon as he finished speaking, Grace, who was wearing a black suit, sat down next to Murphy. Murphy looked at her while chewing the cake slowly.
Grace sighed, "Aren't you worried about your audition at all?"
Murphy finally swallowed his last bite, "It's no use for me to worry."
"Have you read the Weibo?" Grace took out his cell phone.
Murphy shook his head. He had been rehearsing since returning to the company and had no time to sleep, so how could he possibly check Weibo?
Grace handed the phone to Murphy, "Yesterday I wanted to release the news first to link your image with the movie, but I didn't expect someone else to get there first."
Murphy looked at his phone. Several familiar marketing accounts posted on Weibo at the same time as the audition yesterday. The content was similar, such as "Chen Anping's new work focuses on homos3xual themes!", "Director Chen's new work supports the LGBT community!", "Chen Anping, Qu Qing, and Hayes are the golden triangle that collaborates again, aiming for the XX Award" and so on. Most of them focused on the film's subject matter and configuration.
Murphy clicked on the full text of the Weibo post and saw that the names of certain artists were mentioned very vaguely or even briefly.
He reached out, clicked on the comment, and pointed.
"You mean, him?"
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