>Emma did not start performing immediately, but relaxed her hands and feet, walked forward with lazy steps, twisting her neck casually, with a relaxed expression, "Yes, you have indeed been drugged, but the medicine... is a sweet fourteen-year-old girl." Emma tilted her head slightly, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Finally, her steps stopped directly in front of the stage. She looked at the endless darkness in front of her, relaxed her hands and feet easily, and then her eyes began to tighten little by little, with a sharp look in her focused eyes, "You are not a fool, Jeff, you won't pee in your nest, those women are your job, but I am..."

Emma's voice paused, her body slowly leaned forward, and people clearly saw her delicate eyebrows slightly frowning. The joke, mockery, and sneering between her eyebrows penetrated. The invisible pressure was gathering bit by bit. Only she could hear her lowered her voice and said in a deep voice, "Your game."

Emma suddenly raised her head and said impatiently, "You said I'm hooking you? Please, they all said that!" Emma left her head irritably, spread her hands speechlessly and helplessly. With a sudden pause, Emma turned her head and looked straight ahead with a fixed point, her eyebrows knotted, "Who?" She bit her lips hard, her eyes suddenly widened, and a fierce light burst out, like a wounded wolf cub, and she screamed, "Love/Child/Fetish!"

The shouts of "love/childhood/fetishness" are like thunder on the ground, echoing in the theater, stirring up waves of ripples.

. Unlike the previous relaxed performance, all emotions suddenly became tense at this moment. The sudden change of extreme quietness and movement stimulated the drama to the peak. Anger and hatred were vented vigorously, creating a strong chemical reaction.

Emma stood there, her chest undulating violently, but her short performance required strong control, and now she needed a little calming down.

This performance comes from the three-page script in the information I just got today. Emma finally chose to intercept a paragraph from the information and then interpreted it based on her own understanding. In Emma's view, Hayley is angry and even more resentful. She is full of anarchist tendency. She hates the inaction of law enforcement agencies, and she hates these hypocritical and childish attitudes. Therefore, Hayley is not a messenger of revenge, but claims to be a messenger of justice. She firmly believes that her approach is correct.

In this scene, Hayley drugged Jeff and tied up Jeff. After Jeff woke up, the two had a confrontation. Jeff denied Hailey's accusations completely, but Hayley was aggressive. Lance intercepted the script and distributed it to all actors, obviously hoping to see the actor's insight into Hayley's mood at this moment - in Emma's view, Hayley believed that she was a judge, holding the authority of justice in her hands, and judging Jeff.

Therefore, in his performance just now, Emma drew on the style of some court movies and interpreted the God's perspective of condescending punishment.

This is her own understanding and the performance she performed with all her strength, but she didn't know if this was what Lance wanted, nor did she know whether her performance met expectations. This made Emma a little excited and a little nervous. It took her a moment, even if it was just a second, and she needed to adjust her breathing.

"How old is your name?" A strange voice sounded in the darkness. Emma knew that this was not Lance's voice, but someone asked a question at this time. This is a good thing, isn't it?

"Emma Stone, sixteen years old this year." Emma said, but felt her throat a little dry. It seemed that her nervousness could not be completely relieved.

"You can go back, next." The voice sounded again, Emma was not disappointed. Although she wanted to know the evaluation of her performance just now, she tried her best to show all her weapons within her ability. This is the most important thing.

So, Emma turned around and walked towards her position. She decided not to think about her audition, but to focus on others and see how they understood and auditioned. Maybe she could learn a lot.

Retreating to her position, Emma saw the next girl take a step forward. She kept chewing in her mouth, as if she was chewing gum, then she suddenly began to shake her head, virtually put out a guitar with her hands, and played it quickly, and then she started singing. The song was the title song of the first solo album of Gwen Stephanie after she left her band, "The Girl Who Comes and Calls When You Will Go". This song became popular all over North America last year, and the catchy lyrics "" were widely circulated and was nicknamed ", who taught people to spell bananas."

The girl's performance was really shocking. Emma couldn't help but widen her eyes. Isn't this an audition for the actors? Why did it suddenly become the "American Idol" audition stage? In an instant, she felt that she had traveled through time, and this feeling was quite strange.

But unexpectedly, the girl sang for less than ten seconds and a low voice came from the audience, "Stop, next."

This is Lance's voice, with a hint of laziness in the alienation, but unlike the usual casualness, today it has a layer of coldness, simple and clear words with irresistible authority. Emma subconsciously turned her head and looked over, but only saw a darkness, and she could not recognize the source of the sound at all.

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The third girl walked out again. She seemed a little hesitant and paused, but she still stepped out fiercely and shouted, "". Emma immediately understood that it seemed that there were not a few girls who wanted to win a surprise today, because they had too much information. It was impossible to read it in just three or five minutes, let alone understand it. So the girls all wanted to find another way. However, due to the limited information in the bulletin board, they could only grasp the element of "rock" and make a big fuss. So Gwen, who was very popular last year, became the first choice. They originally wanted to put aside the constraints of the information and show their unique side, but they fell into clichés and were the same.

"Next." The stage stopped again, and then Lance's plain voice could be heard, "If anyone else wants to sing this song, you can leave first." The decisive decisiveness revealed in the understatement made people shudder. Then Lance lowered a little, as if he let out a breath, and the light air sound was spit out, "There are many ways to show rock, you have chosen the most popular one." There was a hint of disdain in the joke.

"Can I start?" The fourth girl walked out of the line and interrupted the voices from the audience.

Everyone standing on the stage looked at the girl, including Emma. No matter who the other party was, the other party was the judge who reviewed the casting today. It was definitely not a wise choice to interrupt the other party's words. The atmosphere on the scene was a little frozen for a while.

"Let's start." Lance's voice was calm and he couldn't hear the joy or anger. The girl seemed to have no intention of paying attention, but stood there and took a deep breath, twisted her shoulders twice, completely relaxed, and her head tilted to one side, as if she was seriously looking at the source of the sound just under the stage.

Even between five steps and a distance, Emma could see that the girl stared at the last sound source intently, as if the person was Jeff. The scorching gaze made the air start to warm up slowly. Before the performance began, the atmosphere was brewing.

"Chi." A contemptuous laughter spilled out from the girl's mouth, "Those women are your job, but I am..." The girl pondered for a moment, as if looking for a suitable word, "Your game." Then she sneered again, "I took the initiative to hook/induce you?" The girl laughed gently, her shoulders shaking, "Please, they all say this. Who? Love/Children/Ethics!" The girl's words were like waves, slapped one after another, without much breathing space, nor the energy that suddenly exploded, but relying on the rhythm of the words to accumulate momentum bit by bit.

She didn't even leave a chance to interrupt, and continued to speak directly, imitating the low voice of an adult man, chatting, and chanting indifferently, "She shows off her sexuality, she is just asking for her own self; although she is a girl, she insists on pretending to be a woman." Then suddenly she rushed forward, "It's easy to push all the mistakes on the child, right?"

The accumulated momentum was vented in an instant like a waterfall. There was no need to deliberately roar and shout, but it made the entire theater silent, and even the girls standing behind couldn't help but hold their breath.

"Girls can pretend to be women, but they don't mean that they can do women's things!" The girl slowed down the pace, but increased her tone, and the sarcasm and joke were superimposed to the greatest extent between the changes in severity. "I mean, you are an adult!" The naked sneer made people feel ashamed, "If a child wants to try to make love with you, you should pretend not to hear it, instead of encouraging her; if a child says, come to a cocktail bar, you should take the wine away, instead of toasting her!" The voice was raised little by little, and the sharp girl's voice was like chalk slipping across the blackboard, which made people feel goosebumps, "If the child wants to go home with you, you should say, go home!"

In the last sentence, the girl almost used all her strength to roar at the entire theater. Her feet, her clenched fists, and the echoing sounds kept echoing like a thunderous roar of mountains and seas. The cathartic anhydride of negative emotions burst open freely, making all eyes unable to help but focus on her.
Chapter completed!