Chapter 109: Chapter 106: Slapping the Face
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“Is there any more candy?”
Daisy Zane looked back and asked when no one came in.
Kevin Clark fumbled in his coat pocket and gave her two pieces.
“You two are like kids secretly eating snacks in class,” Allonzo Hobson commented from behind.
Director Morris watched and couldn’t make any comments.
He really wanted to object to this marriage.
But upon seeing the usual arrogant Third Master Clark with tender eyes and doting expression, he couldn’t say a word.
“The person who auditioned just now seemed to know you,” Daisy Zane said with candy in her mouth.
“Huh?” Kevin Clark looked at her, “Which one?”
Daisy Zane pulled the audition material from the table and held it up in front of Kevin Clark: “Stella Edwards.”
Allonzo Hobson laughed on the side.
He never thought he would see Third Master Clark freak out in his life.
It really was one thing subsiding another.
Seeing he didn’t respond, Daisy Zane continued, “When Director Morris asked her questions, she glanced at you a few times and even smiled at you.”
Kevin Clark’s forehead twitched: “I… don’t know her well, just met her a few times.”
Daisy Zane looked at the material in her hand: “Her information says she’s Sophie Ortiz’s apprentice. Does Sophie take on apprentices?”
“Yeah, we met her a few times at the Lane family’s place.” Kevin Clark came clean, “Mrs. Lane picks a disciple every year. But in all these years, she only took this one.”
Daisy Zane looked at the photo on the audition material.
The girl was beautiful, with the most outstanding feature being her proud-looking facial features.
And her dance skills were great.
“In all these years, Mrs. Lane has only one disciple. Besides her exceptional dancing skills, she must also be a great person,” Daisy Zane muttered to herself.
“I haven’t really interacted with her, so I’m not sure,” Kevin Clark quickly disassociated himself.
Daisy Zane gave him a strange look and then turned to Director Morris, “I have a good feeling about Stella Edwards.”
“I like her too,” Director Morris said, “It’s just that she hasn’t acted before, and her performance just now was a bit green.”
Kevin Clark: He was nervous for half a day, and it turned out they just wanted to ask him about her.
“Is there an actor you can’t train?
“That’s not a problem,” Director Morris said, “It’s just that if we choose her, we have to negotiate with the Dance Association. It has happened before, members of the Dance Association sneak out to act and get called away halfway through filming.”
Many industries feel that the Entertainment Industry atmosphere is too flashy, so they don’t like their employees getting involved.
The Dance Association might have such rules as well.
They worry that the dancers will go out and be corrupted, losing their ability to create good works.
“We’ll see,” Director Morris said, “If there’s no one more suitable than her, I’ll talk to her.”
“Okay.”
There were many auditionees, and finding suitable actors required a careful evaluation of each. Besides the Female Lead, there were several other major characters.
Almost all the suitable choices were tested on the spot.
All these role selections were making their eyes sour.
George Dunn was tired from helping on the sidelines.
So they took a 5-minute break.
Daisy Zane flipped through the materials in her hand, recalling each one.
Kevin Clark watched her, then moved up behind her, gently pressing her back of the neck, “Take a break.”
“I’m not tired.”
“Director Morris went outside just now,” Kevin Clark stood behind her, looking at the words on her material, squinting his eyes.
The handwriting was sloppy and not good-looking.
But… it was definitely much better than her usual elementary school-level handwriting.
“He had a smoke,” Daisy Zane said.
Kevin Clark looked away from her writing, saw her hair coming loose, and took out a hairpin to fix it up again.
Daisy Zane just lowered her head and did her own thing, as if it was a normal thing, waiting for Kevin Clark to fix her hair.
Outside the audition room, it was almost Amelia Miles’s turn.
They stood at the entrance, with Olivia Chester holding Amelia Miles’s hand, “Don’t be nervous, I’ll go in with you. We’ve met Director Morris a few times. He may have a temper, but he’ll give me face for the people I bring. You just have to perform well.”
“I’m not nervous,” Amelia Miles said, “I’ve read the script you gave me the day before yesterday. It seems pretty simple..”
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