civilwarnovels Chapter 506 Spring Festival Gala
Chapter 506 Spring Festival Gala
The next day, Fu Yibai went to the company and retrieved the script for "Legend of Lu Zhen".
Yang Rong spent two whole days reading the script.
Fu Yibai brought over a cup of hot tea and sat down next to her.
"How is it?"
"The script is excellent. The character Lu Zhen is resilient and kind, with a complete growth arc. If played well, she will be outstanding."
However, I would prefer to play Xiao Huanyun.
"Xiao Huanyun?"
Why?
"The character Xiao Huanyun has a gray area that is a mixture of light and dark."
She was ruthless, yet also vulnerable;
She pursued power, yet harbored deep feelings of unfulfilled desire and regret.
This character's inner turmoil and growth arc are more complex and thought-provoking than Lu Zhen's, offering greater challenge and room for interpretation in her performance.
Fu Yibai raised an eyebrow slightly, somewhat surprised, but more so appreciative.
"This character has less screen time than Lu Zhenzhong, and is not likable in the early stages; he could even be considered a villain."
The audience might project their emotions towards the character onto you.
"A good actor should not only pursue the perfection of the role and the audience's love."
The real skill lies in making a complex, even flawed, character believable, one that is both hateful and pitiable.
"Okay, since you like it, then play Xiao Huanyun."
However, this might mean you'll have to play a supporting role to the newcomers.
"Are you new to the company?"
"Um.
The original plan was to cast a newcomer as the second female lead, but you're playing Lu Zhen.
But since you like the second female lead, we can only let a newcomer play Lu Zhen.
"It's alright. Since it's a company property, it's fine for me to help her carry the sedan chair."
"Okay, it's settled then."
February 22th, Lunar New Year's Eve.
The kitchen in the villa in the capital city has been burning non-stop since morning.
Li Hui, along with Yang's mother and Liu's mother, spent the whole day working at the stove, chopping fillings, kneading dough, rolling out wrappers, and making dumplings. The kitchen counter was filled with various semi-finished products.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, Fu Yibai came downstairs.
He changed into a dark gray suit, wore a dark red tie, and his hair was neatly combed.
Yang Rong and Liu Yan sat on the sofa and looked up at him at the same time.
"Leave now?"
Yang Rong asked.
"Get there early, so there won't be any traffic."
Fu Yibai walked over, bent down, and kissed each of the two children on the forehead.
Fu Zhaoning grinned, revealing her toothless little mouth, while Fu Jingchen waved his little fist and made babbling sounds.
I'll be back at 10:30.
He kissed Yang Rong and Liu Yan on the forehead, then picked up the car keys from the coffee table and walked towards the door.
Li Hui poked her head out of the kitchen, holding a rolling pin covered in flour.
"Come back soon, the dumplings will be cooked when you get back."
"Okay, Mom."
Fu Yibai pushed open the door, and the cold wind of New Year's Eve rushed in.
He got into the car, started the engine, and the car slowly drove out of the gate of the capital's villa district.
At 6:40 p.m., Fu Yibai’s black Mercedes drove into the underground parking lot of the CCTV building.
After CCTV security personnel verified his invitation and identification documents, they guided him through a special passage into Studio One.
The audience seats in the studio were already more than half full.
The round tables in the front row were covered with bright red tablecloths, and each table had a fruit platter and bottled water.
The on-site director was making final adjustments on stage with a walkie-talkie, while the lighting technician swept the spotlight back and forth across the audience several times to ensure that every angle was covered by the camera.
Fu Yibai was guided by staff to sit down at a round table on the right side of the first row.
The people at the table were leaders from the Ministry of Culture and the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television, as well as a deputy director of CCTV.
The group shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. The deputy director rearranged the nameplates on the table to ensure that Fu Yibai was facing the camera.
"Director Fu, your presence today is an honor for our Spring Festival Gala production team," the deputy director said with a smile.
"You're too kind. It's an honor to be invited to watch the Spring Festival Gala live."
At 7:50, the director's voice was transmitted to every corner via walkie-talkie.
The lights in the audience area dimmed slightly, and the LED screen on the stage lit up with countdown numbers.
At 8:00 AM sharp, the opening children's song "Celebrating the New Year" began to play.
A child wearing a red cotton-padded jacket walked out from behind the stage, carrying a red lantern in his hand, and his innocent voice filled the entire studio.
After the opening nursery rhyme, a medley of songs and dances titled "New Year Greetings from All Directions" followed, with the hosts and performers taking the stage together.
The stage lights switched from warm gold to bright red and then to a dazzling array of colors. The sounds of gongs and drums and applause from the speakers blended together, and the entire studio was enveloped in a strong festive atmosphere.
The song and dance medley "New Year's Greetings from All Directions" heated up the atmosphere, with several celebrity couples taking turns on stage.
But Fu Yibai, sitting in the audience, only felt a headache.
The opening was really too noisy and chaotic. I don't know what the Spring Festival Gala director was thinking, putting together such a noisy opening program.
After the "New Year Greetings from All Directions" segment ended, the four hosts walked onto the stage side by side to begin their transitions.
The second program is "Drum Rhythm and Dragon Soaring".
The Jiangzhou drum music piece "Drum Rhythm and Dragon Soaring" was very powerful, with the drumbeats so dense that it sounded like a torrential downpour hitting a tin roof, and the entire studio floor was shaking.
When the young performers from Shaolin Temple Tagou Martial Arts School tumbled onto the stage, the audience erupted in enthusiastic applause.