"Hey, you can't encroach on the road. We are old acquaintances. The queue cannot go to 43rd Street. Keep your queue within the porch of the Ambassador Hotel and turn along the building." A New York police officer, toward the hotel shouted the doorman.
"Sir, we have queued around the hotel twice. If you don't relax for a while, I'm worried something will happen." The concierge manager (Concierge) in the lobby walked out of the hotel, shook hands with the police officer, and quickly and covertly hid He handed over the $20 in his hand.
"Okay, I'll call the other police officers to help maintain order. But the Knicks game next week?"
"Everything is arranged, front row seat." The concierge manager said.
The hotel's concierge manager is the hub for all kinds of in-demand resources, as well as the hub for gossip. He quickly secured the police to help keep order among the auditionees on that damn show.
"What kind of activities are you doing? Why are there so many people?"
"An audition for a movie crew." The concierge manager maintained a smile on his face, but there was already some resentment in his heart. The business department manager didn't tell him at that time that so many teenagers would come. It seemed like all the handsome boys and beauties from New York high schools were gathered here.
"Call headquarters, call headquarters, this is the police..., near the Ambassador Hotel on 43rd Street, a large crowd gathered for a movie audition event, more police are needed to maintain order, over." The police officer turned on the radio on the police car and started calling support.
The crowd was still gathering in large numbers, and the queue that circled the hotel twice finally ended up on 43rd Street. The number of people coming to audition continued to increase, eroding the streets layer by layer, and finally at nine o'clock in the morning, the streets were blocked.
"God, look at the situation, there are close to 2,000 people now. Excluding those who accompany the audition, there are almost 1,000 people coming to audition. David, where did you find so many boys and girls to audition?" Director Alan Parker said in Looking down from the window in the hotel room.
"Way? Where did these auditioners know about us? Was it from newspapers? Or was it news from agents? None? The biggest source is the acting college? Why do they have so many people coming to audition?"
Producer David DaSilva was on the phone with audition director Howard Fehr, who was downstairs at the auditions.
"Let's go down and have a look." Director Parker came up, pressed the phone, and pulled producer Da Silva downstairs.
"Everyone, listen to me. The audition is divided into four departments. Those with musical instruments and singing go to the hall on the left, and those with dance and performance go to the right. There are dressing rooms there for easy changing of dance costumes. Everyone will be treated equally, and we promise to be treated fairly. .”
Ronald stood on a table in the lobby, holding an electric horn and explaining the rules to the auditionees.
"After you enter, there will be professional audition directors to interview you. Just do as they say and show off your talents to the fullest. Anyone who gets a green note, please go up to the second floor from the front to continue the second round of interviews. No If you get it, please leave through the back door of the hotel.”
"Those who participate in interviews for more than two projects can queue up again. Each project can only be interviewed once..."
Producer Da Silva stopped a student-looking auditionee and said, "Hey, how did you know about the auditions here?"
"Have you not received the good news from the art school students? Here you go, call your friends quickly. This is the best news in the New York entertainment industry in the past 10 years." The student who was stopped handed over a piece of letter paper.
"Here is the biggest good news in the New York entertainment industry in the past 10 years! A new film by a director who won an Oscar, 47 signed roles, and 600+ opportunities for extras. If you think you are a talented actor, dancer, singer, or performer, please Bring your talents to the Ambassador Hotel, 43rd Street, Time…”
"Shxt, it was Ronald who did it. How many people did this guy find? Ronald! Ronald!" Producer Da Silva began to shout.
"Stop yelling silly here, go and audition singers with Feier's subordinates. Remember not to find actors who are obviously inconsistent with the script."
"But Margaery and I... okay, okay." Seeing the producer starting to glare at him again, Ronald raised his hands in surrender and went to the interview room.
"Stop sighing, let's go up to the second floor and wait for the candidates who pass the preliminary audition." Director Parker was very satisfied with everything and pulled the producer upstairs.
"Next!"
After saying hello to Margery, Ronald also entered the singer's interview room.
Today he has a beard and wears a suit and tie. He gives the impression that he is a Hollywood big shot who can decide the fate of the auditionees.
Ronald sat with a middle-aged female manager from the "Fair and Liesel" casting company, and a young man who took singing lessons filed in. Each person had 30 seconds to sing, waiting for their fate. ruling.
"Next one!" the female manager called again.
"This one seems to be good at singing, shouldn't we choose?" Ronald was a little confused.
The female manager's name was Joanna Melling. She whispered in Ronald's ear, "The producer has already chosen a black girl to star in CoCo. We are just going through the motions. If we hear something particularly good, we will give her another one." Pass, go to the choir extras.”
Ronald nodded to express his understanding and said to the girl interviewing, "Did you bring an accompaniment tape?"
The girl put the tape into the tape recorder and sang "You Are The One That I Want" by Olivia Newton-John.
The popularity of the movie "Grease" has not completely passed, and there are a lot of singers auditioning to sing this song.
"Next." The female manager Joanna Merlin did not hesitate to interrupt the girl who was half-way off-key.
The girl cried on the spot, picked up her accompaniment tape, and ran out of the interview room.
Ronald felt like a butcher, auditioning like a slaughterhouse assembly line. His job is to kill the acting dreams of one girl after another.
Ronald doesn't want to be the villain who kills his dreams, and usually lets Joanna be the judge. After half an hour, he still couldn't bear it anymore and asked:
"What kind of singer can be selected?"
"It's hard for me to describe, you'll know it when you hear it." Joanna, the female manager, shrugged.
Finally, a singer was chosen, and Ronald somewhat understood what Joanna meant. A truly good voice does not need to be judged. It will naturally be different when you sing it.
Just like a swan calling among crows, you know it when you hear it.
"What's your name?" Ronald wrote down her name on a piece of green paper, wrote "Singer" next to it, and handed it to her, "Go upstairs and turn left. There is a sign. Follow it to the second-round interview room. Wait outside.”
The black girl happily took the green note. He shouted "Yes" and ran up the stairs.
"Next person."
After a while, Ronald heard another voice that stood out.
This time it was a white girl. He is not tall, has neat short hair, long and strong eyelashes, and looks a bit like a doll. The only drawback is that there is a wide gap between her front teeth.
But when she opened her mouth, everyone forgot about her appearance and focused on her singing.
Instead of playing backing vocals, the girl sang acapella the song "Just One Look" by Linda Ronstadt.
This song is difficult to sing a cappella. The original singer relies on the bass to bring out the rhythm and does not have a very clear melody line.
The girl can sing a cappella, not only the rhythm is on point, but she can also sing a hint of the charm of the original song. She has a superb sense of music. I am about to write her a green note.
"Next" the female manager Joanna shouted Pass.
"Wait a minute." Ronald stopped the girl who was about to walk out, tilted his head and asked Joanna, "Why, isn't she a good singer?"
Joanna came over and said, "She is white, and the producers don't want too strong white candidates in CoCo." She gave Ronald a "you know" look.
"But she's more than good enough to sing in the chorus, right?"
"The director may take a fancy to her. You don't want to be fired, right?" Joanna heard about Ronald's support for black Jean.
"Okay, I'll report to the producer first and see what he means." Ronald picked up his notebook, put a green note inside, and said to the girl, "Follow me."
The girl didn't know why, but she followed Ronald upstairs.
"By the way, what's your name?"
"Madonna, two n's."
"Madonna, wait for me here. I'll ask the producer to come out and see if I can give you a role in the chorus."
Ronald asked Madonna to wait at the stairs while he checked with producer Da Silva.
Madonna nodded in agreement, and her restless eyes began to look around at the various people passing by.
Ronald walked into the second audition room and walked up to Mr. da Silva, who paid him his salary. He talked about Madonna's ability as a singer and asked him if it was appropriate for her to pass the preliminary audition.
Producer Da Silva smiled, this time Ronald finally remembered who was the boss.
"This is Madonna," Ronald introduced the girl to the producer, "She sings very well, just like a young..."
"Yeah, like a young Barbra Streisand," da Silva continued.
"I originally wanted to say it was Linda Ronstadt, but you are the boss, so you can say whatever you want." Ronald complained secretly.
"Are you Jewish?" Da Silva asked suddenly, looking at Madonna's big nose.
"No, I'm Italian." Madonna ran her hands through her hair impatiently.
"It's okay, I can play a Jewish person, and my nose is passable." The producer gave Ronald an appreciative look, as if to say, Ronnie, you did a good job this time.
"Come in with me and let Madonna sing Barbra Streisand's The Way We Were."
"Is this what you said? I won't be blamed if the director wants her to play CoCo." Ronald thought.
