Chapter 951: Chapter 951 If Worse Comes to Worst, Stop Filming_1
At first, the director, out of respect for Jimmy Simmons, was rather amiable, and at most, simply instructed her to rest well before shooting other people’s scenes.
But as the supporting actors’ scenes neared wrap up, she, the lead actress, still used the excuse of not having gotten into character every day.
"The Empress has always been merciful, with a lotus-like noble character, able to watch other concubines vie for favor and stir up trouble, but my eyes cannot tolerate the slightest bit of sand, so I will take my leave first."
The attitude of the lady in red was nothing short of arrogant, not even bothering with a courtesy bow, merely waving the silk handkerchief in her hand dismissively before turning to leave.
According to the script, the lead actress, though gentle and graceful, should still show some spirit at this moment, loudly rebuking and intimidating the lady in red by asserting her empress’s authority.
But as the actress playing the lady in red finished her long lines, on the brink of walking out the door, Tiffany Lynch remained seated, looking as if she had been scolded into a stupor.
It took her a long time to come back to her senses.
Even Tiffany’s assistant, who was holding clothes and watching, couldn’t help but embarrassingly remind her out loud.
"Cut!"
Behind the monitor, the director’s face was seething with anger, the cigarette in his mouth was thrown to the ground and stamped out; his patience had finally run out after many days.
Raising his megaphone, he began to curse furiously, "Tiffany Lynch, what kind of acting is this? Are you blind or deaf? Lines, lines, how many times have I told you to memorize your lines? Is the brain on your neck for breathing, or for drinking water? I could find a donkey to act better than you!"
After his tirade, the staff members, who had been forced to work overtime because of Tiffany Lynch, were so excited that they almost applauded.
Only the assistant director by his side looked like he was about to cry, still reminded the director, "She’s backed by an investor, please calm down!"
Fury having clouded the director’s judgement, he didn’t care about that anymore, "What about the investor? At worst, I’ll just stop filming!"
With that, he threw down the megaphone and stormed off set.
Leaving behind a group of actors and staff exchanging bewildered glances.
Tiffany Lynch’s face was unsightly, pale and awkward.
The actress playing the lady in red also murmured softly, "These days, anyone can be an actor, idols should just stick to singing and dancing; they insist on snatching our opportunities, as if she thinks she’s Hannah Winter or something..."
"Sister Sophie, don’t say anymore."
The assistant tugged at Sophie Taylor’s clothes, but was brushed off by Sophie Taylor, who probably saw that Tiffany Lynch kept her head down and said nothing, her voice even louder than before.
"What’s there not to say? She snatched the role right out of Hannah Winter’s hands, if you ask me. If you don’t have the diamond, don’t take on the porcelain job. No wonder Crystal Quach didn’t want to come here. If I knew my role was being spoiled like this, I’d feel sick to my stomach, too!"
Every word hit hard, as if pummeling Tiffany Lynch’s face.
Sophie Taylor was hardly more than a third female lead in The Palace Wall, a supporting role, but it just so happened that this character had an abundance of confrontational scenes with the lead.
Seeing that other supporting actors had completed their scenes and moved on to other notices, she was irritated by the continued delays caused by Tiffany Lynch, harboring pent-up frustration.
Today, seeing the director lash out and Tiffany Lynch not responding, she couldn’t help but take her own jabs.
Having vented, she naturally felt relieved and turned to leave.
But who would have thought that the next second her sleeve would be forcefully pulled.
She turned around instinctively, her words not yet spoken.
