The stage lights got a little dim. It felt like night had come. The whole training place was empty. Except for several members of Zhou Yanzhi's team, the contestants from other teams had already gone back to their rooms to rest. At this moment, Lin Yuan, Tang Tian, Jing Hao, and Yiran were still in the practice room, seizing the time to polish their performance for the next day.
"Do it again." Zhou Yanzhi sat in the audience, holding her chin with one hand and quietly watching the four on the stage. "The most crucial thing in this scene is the emotion. You have the rhythm, but the emotional fluctuations aren't enough."
[Live Comments]
[They're practicing extra late at night. They're so dedicated!]
[Brother Yuan's emotions are right on the mark. You can really feel that sense of pent-up sorrow!]
[Sister Yiran's acting as the shrew is hilarious! I can't wait to see her go on a full-blown rant!]
Lin Yuan stood in the center of the stage, wearing an old windbreaker and playing the professor's son. His gaze fell on the empty spot on the ground, where the prop dog would be tomorrow. He let out a soft sigh, with a hidden sadness. He bent over and reached out, as if to gently stroke the dog's head, but his hand paused in the air and finally retracted feebly.
"You still won't come home with us?" Lin Yuan said in a low voice, his voice slightly hoarse.
"Woof..." There was no real barking of a dog, but Tang Tian stood beside him as if she had really heard a response. She wiped her eye, then slowly walked to Lin Yuan and pulled his sleeve. "Brother, can't we bring it home?"
Lin Yuan remained silent, as if it took all his strength to barely maintain his calm. He knew that if he stayed for one more second, he might not be able to resist crouching down and hugging the dog that was loyally waiting for its master.
"Stop." Zhou Yanzhi frowned. "Lin Yuan, you were too hasty just now. Your emotion is right, but the process from suppression to outburst needs to be smoother. Don't be in such a hurry."
Jing Hao nodded. "Exactly." He rubbed the fake beard on his chin. "You look sad, but you're not showing enough of an inner struggle. As the professor's son, you should take the dog, but you also know it wants to stay. Show that conflict more naturally."
Lin Yuan closed his eyes and adjusted his emotions again.
[The mentor is really amazing. She's so meticulous in her criticism.]
[Jing Hao's fake beard is so funny. It really steals the show.]
Tang Tian also adjusted her state. The tears from just now hadn't completely dried. She took a deep breath and recalled the experience of having a puppy in the past, trying to make her emotions closer to the character.
Yiran stood there with her hands on her hips, looking pushy. "I'm taking this dog. Leave me alone!"
Jing Hao sighed and walked up to Yiran. He said in a low voice, "Your emotion of yelling in the street is right, but it's too scattered. There's no focus. You need to be more targeted, like calling them'stubborn' or something, so that the audience will get angrier when they hear it."
Yiran nodded and squinted her eyes, thinking about the situation of bargaining at the vegetable market with her family a few days ago.
"Do it again." Zhou Yanzhi raised her hand. "Try it again this time. The emotional progression needs to be smooth. Yiran, you need to be more pushy."
The four of them repositioned themselves. In the practice room, now deep into the night, the atmosphere grew thick with tension.
They rehearsed repeatedly until the early morning. When they finally finished satisfactorily, they realized it was almost three o'clock in the morning.
"Okay, that's it for today." Zhou Yanzhi clapped her hands. "Go back and rest. There's still the official competition later."
Lin Yuan raised his head. His eyes felt a bit sore, but his heart was extremely satisfied. Even though the live-streaming camera kept recording their practice, he was now fully absorbed in his role, feeling like he was truly the professor's son.
[Ding! Atypical depression. 40% cured so far.]
[It's nearly daybreak. Are they still up? They're incredibly committed!]
[Tomorrow's show is bound to be amazing. Can't wait!]
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舞台上的灯光微微暗了几分,仿佛夜晚的沉静降临.整个训练场馆已经空无一人,除了周妍芝队的几名成员,其他战队的选手早已回房休息.而此刻,林远,唐甜,景浩和依然仍然待在练习室里,抓紧时间打磨第二天的表演.
"再来一次." 周妍芝坐在观众席,单手托着下巴,静静地看着台上的四人,"这一场戏最关键的就是情绪,你们的节奏已经有了,但情绪波动还不够."
[弹幕]
[深夜加练,太拼了吧!]
[远哥的情绪已经很到位了,真的有那种压抑感!]
[依然姐的泼妇演技哈哈哈哈,我等着看她骂街!]
林远站在台中央,身上披着一件旧风衣,饰演教授的儿子.他的目光落在地上的空无一物处,那是明天道具狗的位置.他轻叹一声,带着隐忍的悲伤,弯腰伸手,仿佛要轻抚狗狗的头,但手却在空中停顿了一下,最终无力地收回.
"你还是不肯跟我们回家?" 林远低声道,嗓音里带着一丝沙哑.
"汪..." 没有真正的狗吠,但唐甜站在一旁,仿佛真的听到了回应.她抹了把眼角,带着几分不甘地走到林远身旁,轻轻拽了拽他的袖子, "哥,我们真的不能把它带回去吗?"
林远沉默不语,像是用尽全身力气才勉强维持冷静.他知道,如果自己再多待一秒,或许就会忍不住蹲下去,抱住那只忠诚地等待着主人的狗.
"停." 周妍芝皱眉,"林远,你刚才太快了.你的情绪是对的,但是从压抑到爆发的过程需要更流畅一点,不能太急."
"对." 景浩点点头,揉了揉贴在下巴上的假胡须,"你给人的感觉是很伤心没错,但少了一点点挣扎.作为教授的儿子,你有责任把狗带走,可是同时你又理解它的坚持,这种矛盾要更自然一些."
林远闭了闭眼,再次调整情绪.
[不愧是导师,抓得好细啊.]
[景浩的假胡子真的笑死我了,太抢镜了.]
唐甜也调整了一下状态,刚才的眼泪还没完全干透,她深吸一口气,回忆起过去曾养过小狗的经历,试图让自己的情绪更贴近角色.
依然则站在一旁,双手叉腰,摆出一副泼辣的架势,"这条狗我要了,你们这群人少管闲事!"
景浩叹了口气,走到依然面前,低声道:"你的骂街情绪是对的,但骂得太散了,没有重点.你得更针对一点,比如骂他们 '死脑筋' 之类的,让观众听了更气."
依然点头,眯起眼睛,想了想前几天和家人去菜市场讲价的情况.
"重来." 周妍芝扬起手,"这次再试一次,情绪递进要流畅,依然,你的泼辣劲儿要再加强一点."
四人调整站位,深夜的练习室里,空气仿佛都变得沉重了一些.
这一晚,他们反复演练,直到凌晨.等他们终于满意地收工时,才发现已经快凌晨三点了.
"好了,今天就到这里." 周妍芝拍拍手,"回去休息吧,等下还有正式比赛呢."
林远抬起头,感觉眼睛有点酸涩,但内心却异常满足.尽管直播摄像机一直拍摄着他们的练习,但此刻,他已经完全沉浸在表演之中,仿佛真的成为了那个教授的儿子.
[叮!非典型忧郁症,目前治愈进度 40%.]
[天快亮了,他们还没睡吗?敬业啊!]
[明天的表演一定很精彩!期待期待!]