Seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune, I became a legend in the entertainment industry by avo

Chapter 198 Persuading Jing Tian

Zhang Qilin led Jing Tian into the Grand Theater.

Jing Tian looked around curiously. This theater, which enjoys a high reputation in the Chinese theater world, was both familiar and unfamiliar to her.

She was familiar with it because its name was well-known, but unfamiliar with it because she had never been so close to its interior before.

Jing Tian asked excitedly, "Da Lin, where should we go for our visit first?"

"Let me take you to see the rehearsal first, so you can get a feel for the atmosphere," Zhang Qilin said.

Zhang Qilin led Jing Tian through the slightly old-fashioned corridor.

The corridor is lined with black-and-white photos of classic plays performed by the Beijing People's Art Theatre over the years. The faces of Zhu Lin, Yu Shizhi, Lan Tianye, and Zheng Rong seem to be silently telling the story of the tradition and significance of this place.

Jing Tian unconsciously slowed her pace.

The two arrived at the rehearsal hall on the first floor, where a class was being held.

Zhang Qilin gestured for Jing Tian to be quiet, gently pushed open the door, and crouched down as he went inside.

Jing Tian followed suit and entered the rehearsal hall.

The two sat on chairs in the corner.

In the center of the rehearsal hall, Gong Lijun stood in front of Song Yi and the others.

She was demonstrating a monologue, and every step she took was in sync with the rhythm of the language and the ebb and flow of her emotions.

After she finished demonstrating, the interns took turns demonstrating, with Li Wei being the first to go.

She imitated Gong Lijun's performance just now.

However, when she uttered her first line, her feet seemed to move uncontrollably, and she took a hurried step.

The rhythm was completely messed up; the lines and steps seemed to be pulling at each other, with absolutely no coordination.

Gong Lijun immediately stepped forward to correct Li Wei's mistake: "Stop! Your lines must be coordinated with your movements. Your performance just now was completely uncoordinated."

As she spoke, Gong Lijun demonstrated it to Li Wei.

The same lines, spoken by Gong Lijun as she walked, gave a very harmonious feeling.

It makes you feel that this character is naturally supposed to speak like this.

Jing Tian watched intently.

She has acted in many films and television dramas, and directors usually pay more attention to whether the expressions, angles, and emotional expression of the lines in front of the camera are sufficient.

It is rare to analyze and regulate the precise coordination between steps and lines, body language and inner thoughts in such detail.

She suddenly realized that stage performances don't have editing to hide flaws; every detail must withstand the scrutiny of the audience.

If you act too fake, the audience won't buy it.

At this moment, Gong Lijun summarized: "Lines are not something you can memorize. Your breath, emphasis, and pauses must match the rhythm of your body and your steps." Gong Lijun looked at Li Wei: "Try again. Don't rush. First, find that rhythm in your mind, and then express it through your lines and steps."

After adjusting her mindset, Li Wei started again.

Jing Tian watched with great interest, observing Li Wei's performance while silently pondering in her mind.

In this rehearsal hall, it was as if she had opened a new door.

Next, the other interns also gave their demonstrations. Each of them had some problems, but with Gong Lijun's patient guidance, they gradually got the hang of it.

The practice lasted for about twenty more minutes. When it was time to end get out of class, Gong Lijun told the interns that she would check their work in the next class and that they should practice more after class.

Zhang Qilin stood up, chatted with the other interns for a while, and then left with Jing Tian, ​​heading to Director Ren Ming's office.

As the two came out of the rehearsal hall, Jing Tian turned to look at Zhang Qilin: "Dalin."

"Um?

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"I used to think that acting was just about getting the script, memorizing the lines, and doing whatever the director told me to do. But after listening to what Teacher Gong said today, I realized that I didn't know how to act at all before."

Zhang Qilin looked at her: "Now you know, is it too late?"

"It's not too late." She shook her head, her tone not one of frustration, but rather one of renewed enthusiasm. "At least now I know which direction to strive in."

Zhang Qilin nodded.

He didn't say anything to comfort or encourage her, because he knew Jing Tian didn't need it.

"Let's go, Director Ren is still waiting," Zhang Qilin said.

The two arrived at Ren Ming's office. Zhang Qilin knocked on the door, and Ren Ming's voice came from inside: "Come in."

The two pushed open the office door and saw Ren Ming sitting behind his desk, discussing the script with two screenwriters.

Zhang Qilin stepped forward and politely said, "Director Ren, Jing Tian is here."

Ren Ming looked at Jing Tian with a gentle smile: "Welcome, welcome."

Jing Tian quickly stepped forward and said politely, "Director Ren, I've long admired your name. I feel especially honored to be able to participate in this project."

Ren Ming said with a smile, "Don't be so polite. Come, sit here, let's talk about the script together."

As he spoke, he pointed to the chair next to him.

Jing Tian sat down in the chair, her back very straight.

Zhang Qilin sat down next to her.

Ren Ming handed Jing Tian a more detailed excerpt from the script, which was a scene depicting the young Qin Liangyu facing resistance within her family after receiving orders to go to war.

"Take a look at this passage first, and tell me your understanding. If you were to portray Qin Liangyu at this stage, what core qualities of her would you capture?" Ren Ming asked.

Jing Tian took the script and read it carefully twice.

In the script, Qin Liangyu faces a dilemma: a burning desire to serve her country, coupled with concerns about her family responsibilities.

She thought for a moment before cautiously speaking: "I think—at this moment, her core concern is convincing her family and herself, so she needs to appear very assertive on the outside, but internally she is actually afraid—"

Ren Ming and the screenwriter exchanged a glance, their eyes showing some surprise.

This understanding isn't particularly profound, but it hits the nail on the head.

"That's well said," Ren Ming affirmed. "Then what kind of performance style do you think should be used to fully portray Qin Liangyu's image in her youth?"

Jing Tian was stumped by the question.

Her understanding was mostly psychological; she had no concept of such subtle physical design details.

She tried to imagine it for a moment, then said somewhat uncertainly, "Maybe—it's about standing straight, with your feet firmly planted on the ground, to show determination?"

"It's a possibility," Ren Ming said noncommittally, looking at Zhang Qilin, "Qilin, what do you think?"

Zhang Qilin had been listening quietly, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Qin Liangyu is first and foremost a person, and only then a general. To portray her well, you need to first understand what she is like when she communicates with her family, and what she is like when she hears the order to go to war—"

Jing Tian was completely stunned. Her understanding of acting was so superficial in front of Zhang Qilin.

She only saw the surface introduction of the script, while Zhang Qilin was focused on the characters themselves behind the script.

Watching Zhang Qilin speak so eloquently reminded her of accompanying him to Lin Juemin's former residence, and how Zhang Qilin immersed himself in the role of Lin Juemin—

..

To this day, she still can't tell whether she was with Zhang Qilin or—

Listening to Zhang Qilin talk about the preparations, Jing Tian realized that it was not easy to play a role well, let alone to play it for a lifetime.

She looked down at the script in her hand and couldn't help but ask herself, could she portray Qin Liangyu's life well?

After Zhang Qilin finished speaking, Ren Ming nodded in satisfaction. He then turned to Jing Tian, ​​his tone gentle but serious: "Jing Tian, ​​did you hear what Qilin said? This is the attitude of our Beijing People's Art Theatre when rehearsing a play. It's not about performing an ending, but about becoming that person and living out her choices—"

"The greatest value of this play for you is not how many minutes you actually performed, but the process of learning, observing, and reflecting from Teacher Gong and Teacher Lü, so that you can become the real Qin Liangyu."

Jing Tian nodded vigorously: "Director Ren, I understand. I know that my understanding of acting was too shallow before, but please rest assured, I will definitely work hard to learn from Teacher Gong and Teacher Lü, delve deeper into the character of Qin Liangyu, and strive to truly portray her well."

Ren Ming smiled and nodded: "It's good that you have this determination. You need to know that Qin Liangyu's life was full of ups and downs, and she faced all sorts of complicated and difficult choices. To portray her life well, you need to devote yourself to it wholeheartedly and feel her state of mind in different situations."

Jing Tian said earnestly, "Director Ren, I will definitely study the script carefully. If there are any parts I don't understand, may I come to the Beijing People's Art Theatre to ask for help?"

Ren Ming said with a smile, "Of course you can. If you have any questions about the role, you can ask Qi Lin to talk to the teachers in the academy, or you can talk to me and these two screenwriters directly. Everyone is happy to help you. Our goal is to make this play as perfect as possible."

Jing Tian said gratefully, "Thank you, Director Ren. I will definitely try my best to understand the character and strive to better portray Qin Liangyu in the public's mind."

The two sides communicated very well and agreed to officially begin rehearsals once the script is finalized.

Jing Tian and Zhang Qilin got up to say goodbye and left Ren Ming's office.

Zhang Qilin saw Jing Tian to her car and instructed her, "Go back and help persuade President Wang. For the best performance of the play, a combination of experienced, middle-aged, and young actors is the optimal choice."

Jing Tian got into the car and smiled at Zhang Qilin, saying, "Dalin, don't worry. This experience at the Beijing People's Art Theatre has really made me understand what true acting is, and I'm also clear about my current level and the path I need to take. I'll talk to Sister Lan properly, and I believe she will agree."

Zhang Qilin smiled and nodded: "Sweetie, remember, the play isn't the point. I want you to truly understand Qin Liangyu through the play so that you can portray her life in the future TV series."

Jing Tian smiled even more broadly and waved to Zhang Qilin: "Alright, Dalin, just wait for my good news."

After saying that, the car slowly drove away.

He let out a sigh of relief as he watched Jing Tian's car drive away.

As long as Jing Tian can persuade Wang Lan to accept the old, middle-aged, and young actors' interpretation, and the funding is in place, the play can continue.

He returned to the rehearsal site of "Teahouse" to continue his rehearsals.

Two days later, Zhang Qilin received a call from Jing Tian: "Dalin, Sister Lan said she wants to meet with you tomorrow."

"No problem. May I ask what Mr. Wang would like to discuss during this meeting?" Zhang Qilin asked tentatively.

"I told her about the issue of the old, middle-aged and young, and Sister Lan agreed. But she agreed too quickly, which made me feel a little uneasy." Jing Tian's tone was filled with worry.

"Okay, we'll talk about it when we meet," Zhang Qilin said.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Qilin thought about the worry in Jing Tian's words, which made him feel a little uneasy as well.

So he performed a divination.

Zhang Qilin sat cross-legged on the bed, his hands forming the Zi-Wu Mudra in front of his abdomen.

He chanted an incantation: "The heavens evolve into forty-nine, one escapes—"

"I'm asking for directions; what should I be careful about during this meeting?"

As the fortune-telling container started spinning, the luck value dropped rapidly.

Seeing his luck value steadily decreasing, Zhang Qilin couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.

4000 points of luck were deducted.

Zhang Qilin's eyes involuntarily twitched.

At that moment, several divination sticks flew out of the divination tube.

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