"Hey, you guys, talking about money is so vulgar. Miss Jiang here is a remarkable artist. Her acting, her demeanor, her command of dialogue – they could all be written into textbooks."
"..."
The crowd chattered, their words dripping with sarcasm, implying Jiang Ling had been abandoned and her acting was terrible.
Jiang Ling frowned but paid them no mind. Her gaze swept coldly over Yang Rui before she headed to the film crew's makeup room.
The makeup artists were the cream of the crop in the industry.
While the script was the core of a good drama, the efforts of all the staff were indispensable.
Makeup was also a crucial element.
The quality of makeup determined the overall aesthetic of the production and directly influenced character portrayals.
Some actors, despite being good-looking, ended up with makeup that made them look like ghosts, instantly deterring viewers, leading to whispers that they must have offended the stylist.
The Heavenly Mountain Child Elder, appearing like a young girl upon her first entrance.
Transforming Jiang Ling, a sixteen-year-old girl, into a little girl of eight or nine was a considerable test of a makeup artist's skill.
Yesterday, Jiang Ling had personally demonstrated the role to secure it.
As long as the makeup artist followed the template and replicated it, there would be no problem.
After finishing her makeup, Jiang Ling checked her watch. Seeing that it wasn't time yet, she picked up her script and began silently memorizing her lines.
Lines were the basic skill of an actor and the minimum professional code of conduct.
If one couldn't even memorize lines, what kind of actor were they?
What Jiang Ling detested most were those stars who couldn't memorize their lines and only uttered "123" during scenes.
Ironically, the body she had transmigrated into belonged to a notorious "digital actress" in the industry, whose lines in scenes with others were invariably a monotonous "1234567..."
Jiang Ling felt so angry she wanted to curse, but she didn't know who to blame.
There was no other way; since she had inherited the body, she had to bear all its good and bad aspects.
Jiang Ling loved acting and considered it her second life, thus she could not tolerate being unprofessional.
She not only had to memorize her lines but also understand the meaning conveyed by each line, in order to better delve into the character's traits and portray the original spirit of the work.
Jiang Ling had an excellent memory and, in just over twenty minutes, had the lines memorized.
At this moment, the actor playing Xu Zhu also arrived at the set right on time. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
His name was Gao Biao, and he was thirty years old, six years older than Xu Zhu in the original work. His appearance wasn't drastically different, but he was a highly skilled actor among the younger generation.
Director with the mustache had cast him as Xu Zhu, recognizing his talent.
When Gao Biao heard that Jiang Ling would be his scene partner, he instinctively wanted to refuse.
He didn't want to act alongside a popular actress known for her perfunctory attitude, terrible acting, diva behavior, and tendency to throw tantrums and refuse to perform.
However, being naturally quiet, reserved, and disinclined to argue or be accused of deliberately generating buzz or riding Jiang Ling's coattails to trend, he could only subtly convey his reservations to the director.
Upon hearing this, the director repeatedly assured him that Jiang Ling would perform diligently this time and that if she dared to act like a diva, he would have her removed from the set, even if Gao Biao didn't say anything.
Only then did Gao Biao feel relieved.
"Actors, please take your positions. Actors, please take your positions. Cameraman, adjust the lens!"
"Action!"
With a shout from the assistant director, Li Lihong, Jiang Ling's first scene since her transmigration officially began.
The first scene was simple.