George was about to speak but was stopped by Caroline: “Why are you wasting words with her?”
Caroline was obviously somewhat displeased.
I really didn’t know what was going through her and George’s minds.
At this moment, the director was also urging them.
Caroline walked toward the audition area.
I straightened up and walked forward calmly.
The director looked at Caroline in her altered white coat, with big wavy hair and elaborate makeup, frowning with a somewhat cold expression.
“Let’s begin,” he said coolly.
But the first to enter the set wasn’t Caroline–it was me, wearing a simple white coat.
I entered the scene ahead of her.
At this moment, everyone was in position and the cameras had started rolling!
The audition was for a scene of a female doctor receiving notification and entering the operating room–a performance without props.
I immediately put on the white coat, quickly buttoning it up without even having time to adjust the clothes, leaving them wrinkled.
Although there were no actual props, I handled all the “dressing” motions with great skill and familiarity.
My facial expression had no excess, and even my walk was confident.
“Who’s this?” The director’s eyes lit up.
The assistant whispered: “This girl is called Hazel. It should have been her turn now, but Miss Caroline took her spot.”
Caroline panicked and immediately said: “Director! It should clearly be my turn first! She doesn’t know anything about acting! Make her come down!”
The assistant was about to call me down, but the director stopped him.
He stared at the monitor: “Let her continue, don’t interrupt her.”
Caroline’s face turned ugly when the director refused her, and she looked at me angrily–I had stolen her position and spotlight.
But at this moment, everyone’s attention was captured by me, this “female doctor.”
They truly felt the professional charm this occupation brought through me.
I quickly rushed to the “operating room,” each procedure skilled and efficient, as if I really worked in this profession.
Even the subtle expressions during “surgery” made everyone watching the monitor feel tense along with me.
My familiarity with every surgical procedure/and movement was frightening.
A cool, efficient, professional female doctor was presented before everyone.
Just these “scenes” alone made my character charismatic, not to mention my beautiful face and cold temperament, which added even more points.
“Cut!”
After the audition ended, most of the crew burst into applause.
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Professional!
So professional!
I walked down wearing the white coat, habitually putting my hands in my pockets.
These small gestures, combined with my temperament, were exactly like the expert doctors they had seen in hospitals.
“You’re called Hazel, right?” The director was very satisfied, rarely showing me a smile.
I smiled back: “Yes.”
Caroline glared at me hatefully and complained to the director: “Director, it should have been my turn just now, but she deliberately took my spot. Shouldn’t someone who deliberately shows off, doesn’t follow rules, and has poor character be punished?”
I raised an eyebrow: “Wasn’t it you who cut in line? It should have been my turn originally, right? Speaking of which, the person who deliberately shows off, doesn’t follow rules, and has poor character–isn’t that you?”
Caroline was momentarily speechless, her face alternating between green and white.
“I… I didn’t,” she still insisted stubbornly.
“Alright, don’t waste time. Next,” the director said impatiently.
Only then did she reluctantly say “yes,” then glare at me fiercely before turning to prepare.
I walked leisurely to the other side, taking off my outer coat and throwing it into the nearby laundry basket.
Suddenly, sharp pain shot through my wrist.
George gripped my wrist tightly, scolding coldly: “How dare you steal Caroline’s spot? You have such nerve. Are you despicable? Do you love showing off this much?”
Just then, someone walked over from the other side.
“Your Highness Vincent, this way please. The director is auditioning actors today, so it’s a bit noisy.”
Who knew they would walk into this scene.
The crew’s faces immediately became awkward: “This… seems to be Mr. Ellington…”
No way? Being so rough with a female actress right here on set–too presumptuous.
Vincent’s eyes looked coldly at me, narrowing as he raised his hand.
Everyone around fell silent.
He casually leaned to one side, his lips holding a mocking curve as if watching a show.
I didn’t notice why the environment had suddenly become quiet. I just frowned, looked down at my reddened wrist, and the next second, directly grabbed the nearby water bottle and smashed it hard toward George’s face!
“Hazel, are you crazy?!” George stared at me in disbelief: “You dare hit me?”
I flexed my wrist, saying casually: “Sorry, if there’s a dog trying to bite you, wouldn’t you hit it?”
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