Chapter 392 Casting on the Spot
Seeing Christian, Amelia's first reaction was—damn it.
What is he doing here?
To watch the show? To mock?
No, she remembered that one of the producers of this film was him. Now that the project was about to collapse, he shouldn't be here to add insult to injury.
Garry stood up straight, "Mr. Young? Why did you come here personally?"
The girls' eyes lit up as soon as they saw Christian.
Many had only seen Christian on TV and in magazines, thinking the photographers had deliberately beautified him. Seeing him in person today, they realized the photographers were terrible!
They hadn't captured his essence at all!
It was well known that Christian's family business spanned over a dozen industries, with entertainment being just a small branch, practically a personal hobby.
He rarely got involved personally, usually just looking at annual reports.
Even if the investment fell through this time, it wouldn't matter to Christian.
The assistant director brought over a chair and nodded, "Mr. Young, the conditions on set are limited, please make do."
Christian wasn't too fussy. He glanced at the best chair on set, sat down, crossed his legs, and with sunglasses hanging on his nose, said with a half-smile, "I just heard someone talking about... messing with Jessa? What's going on?"
With his question, Amelia felt even more that Christian was here to settle scores. Had he noticed something and was here for payback?
Garry didn't want to cause a dispute and tried to brush it off, "That matter, it's just a..."
He didn't get to say "misunderstanding" before Christian interrupted, "You, tell me."
He randomly pointed at a girl.
The girl's face turned red, her mind flashing with countless fantasies, even thinking of names for her and Christian's children.
"Mr. Young, it was like this, that day..."
The girl fully utilized her storytelling skills, vividly describing Jessa's diarrhea and disfigurement.
Christian curled his finger, resting his sensual jaw, "So, Jessa can't play the lead role anymore."
Everyone else looked puzzled.
This... who didn't know that?
Was Christian's information really that outdated?
Amelia was also a bit stunned. Did Christian really not know or was he pretending?
Christian switched his crossed legs and said to Garry, "Briefly describe what kind of character the lead role is."
The assistant director cooperatively handed over a script, "Mr. Young, this is the script."
Christian flipped through it, large chunks of dialogue, completely unreadable, "Director Glenn, summarize it briefly."
Garry didn't know Christian's intention, but in front of the financier, he had to cooperate, "The protagonist is a noble lady who, to clear her father's name, painfully separates from her childhood sweetheart. Later, she meets the king by chance and falls in love, eventually becoming the queen. She is both beautiful and cunning, with remarkable skills..."
Christian said, "So, she's very attractive to men?"
Garry didn't expect him to be so blunt, paused, and nodded, "You could say that. She has many suitors, not just one royal member is interested in her. Her rise to power is aided by these people."
Christian said, "So, it doesn't seem too difficult. As long as she's not too ugly, has some skills, and with Director Glenn's guidance, I think anyone here can do it."
Hearing this, Garry knew the funding issue wasn't a problem anymore. He immediately nodded, "To be honest, I've seen so many beauties that I can't tell them apart. Since you're here, Mr. Young, could you take a look?"
Christian glanced at the girls present, all shapes and sizes, heavily made-up, pure and lovely, truly a sea of beauties.
"Alright, since you've all heard Director Glenn's explanation of the role, do you have an idea of how to act it?"
Garry secretly sweated. Christian was a big shot with money, but casting was a professional matter. If he randomly picked an actress with no skills, wouldn't he be exhausted?
Supporting roles with no skills were tolerable, as they had few scenes and could be taught with patience. But the lead role had many scenes and was crucial. If he had to nitpick every detail, he'd lose half his life.
He was just being polite, but Christian actually agreed?
Garry had no choice but to say, "Mr. Young personally auditioning is a rare opportunity for the actors. Everyone will surely seize it!"
During the open casting, the competition was fierce to get into the crew. Now, only a dozen suitable actors stood here, with a high chance of success.
Everyone gathered their strength, ready to seize the opportunity.
The assistant director brought Christian coffee, "Mr. Young, how do you want to choose?"
Christian said, "I go by feeling. Let's go one by one."
Just that?
Garry was very helpless.
The outside world said Christian was a playboy, and it was true!
With Christian's words, they didn't dare to contradict him directly and could only persuade him later.
Christian, putting on airs, said, "Alright, start from the left, one by one."
So, the girls lined up and started walking.
They had all read the script, but their understanding varied, and each had a different interpretation.
Christian yawned, and the girl currently performing almost cried.
No need to say, she was definitely out.
Finally, it was Amelia's turn.
Amelia walked behind a slightly chubby girl, ready to be rejected outright, so she didn't put much effort into her walk.
What Christian was doing was no different from toying with them.
An audition was an audition, but he turned it into this scene. Was he casting or choosing a bedmate?
"You, yes you, come here."
The chubby girl turned back joyfully, her face full of surprise, "Mr. Young..."
Christian said, "The one behind, come closer."
Amelia then confirmed he was pointing at her. She glanced at Garry, who waved encouragingly for her to hurry up.
Stepping closer, Amelia said, "Mr. Young."
Christian pushed up his sunglasses, his mouth tilted, "Turn around."
Amelia clenched her fists, her face turning ugly.
Garry scolded, "Never seen a handsome guy? What are you staring at? Hurry up."
The crowd let out low laughs.
They had long stereotyped Amelia. She was only fit to play a seductress, not a lead role.
Hahaha, what a joke!
Christian was humiliating her!
Amelia endured the buzzing in her ears and gritted her teeth as she turned around.
Christian's reaction was indifferent, "Can you sing?"
Garry answered for her, "Mr. Young, the only role in this film that requires singing is hers..."
Christian interrupted with a click of his tongue, "Did I ask you to speak?"
Garry knew Christian was far more difficult than Benjamin and someone he couldn't afford to offend. He could only nod in apology and step back.
Amelia, surrounded by people, felt humiliated but had to keep her spirits up, "Not really."
Last night, they couldn't make her perform, so they came to the set to pressure her. These rich people were all bored.
Christian said, "Can't sing, how about dancing?"
Amelia's fingers dug into her palm. If she said she could dance, would Christian then say, "Then dance a bit"?
Wouldn't that be even more humiliating?
"Amelia, didn't you dance at the KTV last time? You danced really well."
"Amelia has learned ballet!"
"Yeah, Amelia, don't be modest!"
Amelia was speechless.
Damn it!
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