As spring deepens, green fills every corner, Rosie Scott is already in the car arranged by Charles Anderson heading to the film crew; the marker on the girl's face is concealed by foundation, no longer visible. The sun reflected outside the window glints off her long lashes, and there was a puzzled look in her eyes, wondering what Charles Anderson really means?
This morning during breakfast, she stubbornly refused to eat, no matter how unique Charles Anderson praised the dishes on the table, she just wouldn't pick up her chopsticks, with a comical face, and a gloomy expression at the corners of her eyes; afterwards, the man even personally picked up a soup dumpling and brought it to her mouth.
His eyes were shining softly, holding chopsticks in one hand, and the other hand placed under her chin to catch any dripping soup, his gentle demeanor was like a light striking straight at the heart.
The girl gritted her teeth and bit open the dumpling's thin skin, deliberately letting the soup drip onto his palm. He was so clever, how could he not know she did it on purpose, obviously as long as he got angry, even if he threw her out of the window no one would blame him, but he did not show the slightest emotion.
There was no displeasure in his dark eyes, the man held chopsticks with only an empty shell of bun skin left, he lightly tapped the girl's lips with the chopsticks, urging, "Swallow what's in your mouth, even a kitten eats faster than you."
Really bizarre, bizarre indeed.
Rosie Scott sat in the back of the car, her whole person felt enveloped in thick fog, her eyes were too clouded to see clearly.
The car suddenly stopped, the girl withdrew her thoughts, and with a 'swish~' the car door was pulled open, outside stood a woman in a nude-colored business suit, wearing sunglasses with painted red lips, exuding an aura of: I'm the best in the world.
The woman got in the car, pulled down her sunglasses, glanced at the yellow-haired girl beside her, then rolled her eyes dramatically, looked forward, and casually muttered, "Another vase."
"..." Rosie Scott was at a loss, she felt that this woman in front of her looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn't recall who she was.
But even if this was someone important, shouldn't they judge someone as a "vase" the first time they meet?
"Although I don't know who you are, it's quite unfair to label me as a vase at our first meeting with preconceived notions, right?"
"Hmph, do you have any representative works?" The woman turned her head, her posture haughty like a proud white swan, her words dripping with disdain: "Have you ever acted?"
Rosie Scott pressed her lips, remained silent.
"Can you sing or dance?"
"Do you have any impressive credentials?"
"Why aren't you speaking?" The woman sneered again, retracting her gaze as she looked at the road ahead: "So I called you a vase, that's quite an accurate description. You have nothing, know nothing, what else could you be but a vase?"
"However..."
Rosie Scott held her breath, looked at her with slightly expectant eyes, thinking, could there really be a compliment from this sharp-tongued woman?
"Not everyone is qualified to be a vase, so the term 'vase' is actually a compliment for you."
Rosie Scott was doubtful if this was actually a compliment, right?
"My name is Jane, and from now on, I'm your agent. I've never taken on a rookie before; you're the first."
"Li... Jane?" The girl's mouth gaped with surprise, her eyes shining as she gazed at the woman beside her, this is the ace agent who groomed numerous award-winning actors and actresses—Jane!
Most importantly, she once managed Blake Shaw.
Seeing her overwhelmed expression, Jane smirked: "Don't get too happy. Being my artist isn't that easy."
Saying this, Jane reached out to pinch the girl's chin, inspecting her from left to right, then pinched her nose, rubbed her face, sizing up her figure, and finally just let out a cold laugh: "Decent conditions, just those fox eyes are too flashy."
"Ms. Lindsey, who is..."
"I advise you not to question the how and why. If I weren't coerced by others, I wouldn't have been reduced to managing a rookie. From now on, stick with me, talk less, do more, better yet say nothing and do more. The entertainment industry is a ruthless place, wipe out all your girlish fantasies. Starting today, report everything you do to me, and don't speak nonsense to the media."
Rosie Scott nodded vigorously, the silly strand on the top of her head swaying along, she was completely conquered by this agent, her strong and highly efficient demeanor was truly captivating.
Being a student herself, though she hasn't set foot in the entertainment industry, she knows quite a bit about it. If one has a good agent, it could save them from many detours in the industry.
"Ms. Lindsey, I am called..."
"Rosie Scott, I know. Shut your mouth, first recognize the director, leading actors, and some supporting roles. Don't embarrass me when we arrive." Jane took out a document from her bag, listing the director, leading actors, and some supporting roles with many scenes in this drama.
Rosie Scott once again admired Ms. Lindsey's efficiency in getting things done. She was worried that as a rookie, it would be troublesome not to know people on set, but now armed with this guide, her heart was much more at ease.
The girl held the document and flipped through it.
This drama is an ancient fantasy wuxia series called "Sword Cry to the Nine Heavens." It's a large production, but because of the huge cost of post-production effects, they were more frugal with casting. Ms. Lindsey said the script is adapted from a novel and has been in the planning for a year before shooting began, and the novel has many fans. If they don't film it well, it's likely to face backlash from book fans.
Therefore, casting roles that match the original work is quite important.
The crew has done a great job with confidentiality, from casting to today no one knows anything about it, which shows the director's painstaking efforts. After all, in today's society, public opinion is very powerful. If public opinion affects filming, it could result in significant consequences.
The car drove all the way to the remote Ancient Village, where it is said that not only will they have a launch meal today, but also there will be scenes featuring the male and female leads, so the actors diligently arrived at this remote location.
When Rosie Scott arrived, there were already cars parked densely all over an open space in the village; many people saw this luxurious RV and thought it was the male lead Blake Shaw. But to their surprise, a girl they had never seen before stepped out.
"Who's that, never seen her before, is she part of our cast?"
"She certainly looks good, but does she have a presence in the entertainment circle?"
"Wow, who is standing next to her?"
"Jane! My god, could Jane be this girl's agent?"
"Oh my, what kind of background does this person have, this RV is not cheap, and being able to hire Jane means she has strong connections, could she be another vase propped up by some sugar daddy?"
"Shh, what are you saying, keep your voice down, she's looking at you."
From the RV, Rosie Scott felt the searchlight-like gazes from all around, heard the discussions around her, her piercing eyes swept over them, and Jane pinched her waist lightly, whispering, "Smile, just like a flower blooms, that's how you smile."