Tokyo Sound

"Hehe, what do you think it is?" Yin Ze pretended to be confused.

"What else could it be? Of course it's a classic literary masterpiece." Ohnishi Kawaseong said calmly, "Since you've accepted it, then work hard. Don't occupy the toilet and cause trouble to others. Don't accept the next one for now, otherwise, if you keep doing it one after another, when will you be able to get the certificate?" Yang

... I didn't intend to act so much. It was all caused by the Kobolds. They deceived me into it. Not only did the Kobolds run away, they also lured Ms. Spider away from a distance. Yin Ze also had mixed feelings. "Don't worry, this is the last one. We won't shoot it anymore."

"Hey, I'm not forcing you to retire from the entertainment industry. That's not the case. You still have a lot of good years ahead of you. I just want you to focus now." said Onishi Kawase.

"There is no compulsion, and I'm not that eager to be on the big screen. I have a lot of things to do, and I want to focus on dubbing, painting, games and thesis." Yin Ze said firmly.

"Why is the paper last?" Onishi Kawaseong was slightly angry. "Move it before the painting!"

“I can give up playing games, but I can’t give up painting.” Yin Ze said confidently, he is truly a devout believer in aesthetics.

"Okay, okay, as long as you're happy. Anyway, I really like the portrait you gave me." Onishikawasuke stood up and stretched himself, then said, "That's all I have to say. Hang up now. I'm going to buy a roast chicken. If I'm late and can't get in line, you'll be responsible for it."

call ended.

Yin Ze held his cell phone in one hand and green peppers in the other, as if a pot had fallen from the sky on his back. He sighed and shook his head.

After buying groceries and going out, Yin Ze passed by a bookstore and wanted to buy an original work. This one didn't have it, so he rode to another one to buy it.

When I got home, I opened the novel's plastic cover and sat by the window, flipping through it.

'The backpack contained a high school graduation album, a worn-out school sweatshirt, and a desk alarm clock that he had used since childhood. The young man had not originally planned to bring these things from his hometown in Kyushu, but when he set out this morning, he suddenly felt like something was missing, so he hurriedly stuffed them all into the backpack.'

As a frequent visitor to the snack area of ​​the office, Yin Ze's hands were not clean today and he brought back a bag of potato chips, which he ate while flipping through a book.

The new Voice Actor Awards is getting closer day by day.

The "Takizawa Satoru scheduled leading actor award" is a consensus among some people, and there is almost no suspense. This award came a little late, but it finally came. This wish that seemed so far away back then is about to come true.

'The huge electronic billboard of Shinjuku Alta came into view. Looking back, all I could see were skyscrapers with stairs leading to underground floors. There were crowds of people, and young people looked around with strange expressions on their faces, without any sign of moving forward.'

The evening breeze and the leaves are talking to each other, making subtle sounds that some people cannot understand.

Yin Ze listened to the wind by the window.

Chapter 103: An Empty Stomach Is the Best Seasoning

It’s time for real-life performances again, and how can we go to the set without the social tool - playing cards?

I feel like most voice actors are in the shadows, and they don't like to make noises between dubbing. Those who make movies are communicating both on and off the screen, which must be related to the production process. I heard that Matsuoka Yoshitsugu was forced to act in a game commercial. Hey, if you want to do it, you can still do it. The salesperson gave him a lot of desensitization training. It's worth it that my agent prioritized this process.

When Yin Ze first stepped onto the stage, he had the idea of ​​gaining more experience. Now that his acting career is about to enter its last two dances, it is generally quite satisfactory and his mentality is very peaceful. He feels ashamed while bidding farewell to the corridor of life.

Besides playing cards, the only things in my pocket are emergency candies.

After visiting many filming locations of various companies, Yin Ze felt that Toei's location might be the most luxurious... After all, action scenes are indispensable, and the screenwriter will add smoke, explosions, and a man with open mouth and closed eyes when he is in a good mood, and special effects will be added later. Other locations, due to the sluggish overall film market, cannot get big investments, so there are no big scenes and they are relatively simple.

Japanese filmmakers can only move forward cautiously in such an environment.

It’s not that directors don’t want to do sci-fi, car chases, or pistols shooting out of oil tanks, it’s mainly because they don’t have the money. The money-saving genres, such as urban, daily life, and criminal investigation, have been developed almost the same over the years, and they have run out of ideas. If the script is not good, the actors can’t do their best.

However, large and powerful film companies still do something big every year.

This time, Ishii Yuye directed "The Shipwreck", which received a lot of support. Since the story is set in the 20s, he also chose a shooting medium close to that era, so he used 90mm film instead of digital shooting. In this regard, even Christopher Nolan, a British corn grower, commented: The graininess of film imaging is a unique charm that cannot be replicated by digital images.

This will increase the cost a bit, and the requirements for actors will also be stricter. Film movies do not welcome NGs. There are 24 frames per second, which means nearly one and a half feet of film has been used. Once the machine is turned on, it is like burning money... Secondly, it is very heavy, and the photographer needs to be more stamina.

Yin Ze rode his bike to the shooting location alone. The interior of the editing room was almost ready. He took out his ID card, hung it in front of his chest, and went to find the director.

Along the way, we could hear the constant call of "please give me more advice".

"Go change your clothes, the makeup artist is waiting here." said Yuye Ishii.

As expected, as expected. Yin Ze saw a familiar person. The sister in charge of makeup was standing behind the chair with a bright look on her face. When she saw the real owner, she quickly patted the back of the chair, suggesting that he should sit over.

"How did you join the group...?" Yin Ze asked sincerely.

"I told them I was your personal makeup artist, and then showed them my resume and previous photos, and they approved me." Honzo Masumi chuckled, "Our bond is not fake. Come here, let me see if your hair has changed and if your skin is healthy."

After all, they were colleagues with whom he had worked together many times, and Yin Ze was very cooperative. It was like getting a haircut. If Tony was familiar with you, you wouldn't have to worry about it. You could just say "as usual" and it would be done. It was safe and quick.

Honzo Masumi laughed. It had been a long time since she last touched the head. She stroked the skin and bones again and felt the same texture. After a round of fortune-telling with mixed feelings, she began to put on makeup and hair extensions very professionally. She had a deep understanding of the role, so she was able to match the costumes quickly and well.

When the makeup was done, Yin Ze also changed his demeanor. His eyes that could express emotions were covered by old-fashioned glasses, his hair looked greasy, and it was more like a hairstyle that was casually done with his hands and didn't get in the way, with some stubble. His face showed very little expression, but his temperament had changed, like an old book sealed in an old museum, silent and taciturn. Silly, but also a bit sloppy and cute.

Honzo Masumi put away his tools, secretly applauding this sense of drama. This actor's strongest skill is his ability to shape any role, as if old people don't know my current situation and new people don't know my past.

Ishii Yuha came over to take a look, stroked his chin and pondered for a while, and finally felt that there was no need to change it, so the image in the play was decided.

"Our cooperation is still so good." Honzo Masumi covered his heart with a look of relief.

"Yes." Yin Ze nodded.

"How have you been lately?" Honzo Masumi unconsciously tidied her hair and talked about the past.

“That’s all.” Master Yin didn’t really want to chat at this moment. To be precise, he wanted to chat with a specific person on the set.

Even here, you can see in the distance a male actor with half-drooped eyelids and a look that could be either sunny or hungover, looking down at his lines. That's the main supporting actor of this movie, Odagiri Joe.

Yin Ze’s phone still contains the photo of him going to Toei Cage and transforming into a black warrior. Now the pirated Black-Eye has met the real Red-Eye!

As a human body, I really want to chat with another human body and talk about the past experiences of beating monsters.

But Kuuga doesn’t seem to discuss tokusatsu with others very often… and we’re all in a work environment, so it feels inappropriate for an Amazon like me to open the topic abruptly.

In fact, although Odagiri Joe is talented, he also faces the difficulty of being a "low-audience-rating man". After all, due to his personal style, he does not focus on commercial genres in his film selection, so his market performance is mediocre, and sometimes he fails, which easily leads to the embarrassing situation of being well-received but not popular. The Shipwreck is full of the imprint of the old times, which can be said to fit his genre.

Special effects are a separate matter. The actors in special effects are a plus, not the main point. Riders initially watched the film for the leather suits.

As a result, I waited with the makeup artist sister until the filming started.

The scene is ready and the actors are dressed up for the performance.

……

"Welcome to the dictionary editorial department." Odagiri Joe, who played the role of Nishioka, stepped forward and grabbed the cardboard box. He chuckled and led the newcomer into the office. "We are short-staffed here, so there are many empty desks. Can you sit here?"

The newcomer looked around the room full of bookshelves with some timidity and curiosity, and nodded obediently in agreement.

"Hey, Madi, do you have a girlfriend?" Nishioka is an extrovert. He feels that as long as he talks about love, he can quickly get closer to others.

Editor Araki said nothing, sitting at the innermost desk and observing Madi's reaction.

"No." The newcomer answered.

"No, no, that's not a big deal. Let's have a social event! I'll organize it. I know a lot of cute girls. Come on, give me your cell phone number and email address."

"I don't have a cell phone. The one I used in the sales department has been returned to the company."

"What?!" Nishioka was stunned, then took two steps back and carefully examined the man, as if he had encountered a walking mummy, "Don't you want to have a girlfriend?"

"I don't know. Whether it's a girlfriend or a cell phone, I've never considered whether I need them." The newcomer shook his head.

Nishioka moved his mouth, and finally couldn't help but look to his senior in the office for help.

"Well, we'll hold a welcome party for you at Shippo Garden at six o'clock tonight. Nishioka, go call Sasaki." Editor Araki held back his smile and maintained the dignity of a senior to clear the situation.

"Hello." Sasaki, who arrived later, was a woman in her early 40s. Even though she saw a rare newcomer, she had a blank expression on her face.

"Although she seems a little difficult to talk to, she is an indispensable member of our department and is very capable," Nishioka added.

"Hello." The newlywed bowed politely.

"Haha, I'm Matsumoto Tomosuke, the editor-in-chief here." The last old man had a voice that sounded old, a calm temperament, and a strong bookish air. Even now, he didn't put down the pen in his wrinkled hand. He smiled kindly and nodded gently.

"By the way, what are Madi's hobbies?" Nishioka regrouped and continued to explore ways to establish friendly relations.

The newcomer thought for a moment and said, "If I have to say, I would say observe the people riding the escalator."

After receiving such a strange answer, Nishioka fell silent.

"Is it interesting to observe?" Matsumoto Tomosuke asked with a smile.

"Yes." The newcomer said, bowing slightly. "Every time I get off the tram to the platform, I always slow down my pace inadvertently and watch other passengers walk past me quickly and rush to the escalator. Although there is no command and no chaos, the crowd lines up in two lines and takes the escalator in turn. The left line is stationary, and the right line is for fast passage."

"Isn't this an ordinary scene..." Nishioka complained.

"I see." Matsumoto Tomosuke understood what the other party wanted to say. "In fact, our work is the same. We classify the countless scattered words, mark their connections, and finally put them on every page of the dictionary in an orderly manner. You who can find beauty and joy in them may be suitable for editing."

"Mr. Ma Di, welcome to become an editor of "The Great Crossing of the Sea". Let's work hard together in the future." Editor Araki is an old uncle, and he gave a thumbs up to cheer.

……

"Cut." Ishii Yuye's voice broke the silence, and he rubbed his palms together. "We are in good shape. Keep going at this pace and prepare for the next game."

Masumi Honzo stood quietly nearby, worried about the impact of any noise, so he covered his mouth and watched.

The existence of film cameras has put invisible pressure on the crew. Every NG of film will result in a real deduction of money, and the sense of frustration is higher than that of digital shooting. In this society where you have to read the air and eat together when eating a group meal during a school trip, actors definitely don’t want to be the one who drags their feet, especially since everyone is experienced in the industry - except for the leading actors, the rest of the artists have at least ten years of experience in the industry.

The script does not have intense conflicts, nor does it have action scenes like Ronin Kenshin. Most of the scenes focus on the interaction between the characters, which puts more emphasis on the stability of the acting.

Masumi Honzo was a little worried, fearing that the director would point out the protagonist's faults with just a frown.

But there was no ripple throughout the whole performance. The protagonist is a reserved type, usually just standing there with a slightly hunched back, moving slowly, and there are not many lines in the long paragraphs, which gives the feeling that anyone can do it. But if you are not careful, you will become a real idiot. The protagonist's breath is just right, and he controls the balance of the role with his manners and micro-expressions - he really uses his greatest strength and sings with the smallest vibrato.

All are masters.

Ishii Yuye nodded heavily. An expert can tell whether it will work or not after just a short clip. With such a lineup, I can let go and make the arrangements.

The performance lasted for a long time, and the crew only stopped when the sun set.

Yin Ze ate candy while removing her makeup. Compared to singing, which requires 100% of her energy, acting consumes less energy, but after such a long period of overclocking, her stomach was already empty and growling.

"Thank you for your hard work today. It's already seven or eight o'clock in the evening. Why don't you go have dinner together?" Honzo Masumi made the long-planned invitation.

"No, I have something else to do." Yin Ze shook his head.

"Then we'll have to wait until next time." Honzo Masumi said regretfully.

Amazon still didn't get to talk to Kuuga about beating monsters today. He was so busy and focused on filming that he didn't even have time to practice card skills with anyone. The Chicken Leg Hunter retired for the first time.

Yin Ze rode away on his bike, not to his small apartment, but to a villa with a courtyard in the port area.

"Ah, junior, you're here at last. I heard that you love Hida beef, so I bought it for you at a high price." Sakura Eiji, who was wearing animal pajamas, happily opened the door to greet him. "Edamori is preparing the sauce and marinating it. It must be delicious."

"Seeing that uncle's pajamas are still so childish, I feel relieved." Yin Ze said, "But why are you home and wearing pajamas at this time? Don't you have work?"

"If you work all day and don't play, even a smart adult will become a fool!" Sakura Eiji smiled warmly, walked up to her affectionately, put his arm around her shoulders, and led her into the house.

The newly purchased small barbecue grill has been set up in the yard, ready to light the charcoal fire.

"My junior, your cooking skills are improving by leaps and bounds. Before, I have only eaten the noodles you cooked on the spot. Now I want to change the taste. I hope my junior's barbecue will also be unforgettable for me." Sakura Eiji coaxed.

"Since uncle has a special liking for clear soup noodles, I'll go to the kitchen to cook it now. The beef is greasy, so leave it all to me." Yin Ze touched his empty belly, his appetite rising.

"No, that won't work. You have to eat the noodles, and you also have to eat the beef skewers that my junior grilled himself. Only then will I have everything." Sakura Eiji was very greedy.

An uncle and a brother are engaged in a tactical tactical tug of war.

"Where is the rice I asked you to wash?!" the hostess's voice came from the kitchen.

Sakura Eiji was a little unhappy, "What are you yelling about? I'm entertaining guests. Isn't it the same if I wash the rice later?"

"Haha, uncle, you don't need to call me, just go and help." Yin Ze smiled, "I know this place well, don't worry about me."

"Indeed, there is no need to be polite between me and my junior." Sakura Eiji took his hand again, "If you don't want to be polite, then let's go to work together."

Yin Ze was speechless and was dragged into the kitchen.

"Oh, you're finally here. Sorry, I'm a little slow in preparing the dishes. You and Ayane should go to the courtyard to set the table." Sakura Edamori said kindly, and then changed his expression, "Hey, you, come over and peel the potatoes after you wash the rice."

Sakura Eiji was speechless. He had originally wanted to find a laborer to replace himself, but ended up doing double the work himself.

Yin Ze and Sakura Ayane went outside to make a charcoal fire.

"How was filming today?" asked Sakura Ayane.

"It's just so-so." Yin Ze said, "If I have to say it, it's 'hungry'."

"You are really suitable for making food documentaries." Sakura Ayane complained, then went into the house and took out an orange.

"I didn't wash my hands." Yin Ze fiddled with the charcoal fire.

"Just open your mouth." Sakura Ayane peeled the orange and handed a small slice to the man's mouth.

"Have you washed your hands?" Yin Ze, as a delicate boy, asked seriously.

"Of course I washed it!"

Ziliu.

Yin Ze put the orange slices into his mouth, and in two or three swallows they slid down his throat and into his stomach.

By the time the charcoal fire was burning, someone had already eaten two oranges.