"The list and recipe I gave you, when will you gather them all?"
Once awake, Henry Chapman felt much clearer and suddenly asked this.
Playing with the phone, Nora Scott casually replied, "When will you teach how to play that crazy role of mine?"
"..."
"..."
The two exchanged a silent glance.
"You want to play a crazy person?"
Sitting in the passenger seat, Katherine Collins turned her head in puzzlent upon hearing this.
"..."
Nora Scott was a little stunned.
Henry Chapman was firm, "No."
With a slight pause, he added, "The character’s behavior is a bit crazy."
"Round it up, it’s being crazy." Nora Scott took over the conversation.
"..."
The hood slid down, revealing Henry Chapman’s features. He looked at Nora Scott silently.
Nora Scott shrugged helplessly.
"I’ve heard about the unit TV series ’Twelve’, it’s been in preparation for two to three years," Katherine Collins spoke slowly, "I guess it’s a luxurious festival in the history of Chinese dramas."
"Hmm."
Responding to her was Henry Chapman, who knew the inside story.
The na of this series is very simple and straightforward, just called ’Twelve’. Its script consists of 12 independent stories, which can be watched independently, with the only commonality being that they are all set in the genre of suspense and horror.
Each story will be shot to a length of 90-120 minutes and edited into two episodes for broadcast.
They are all treated like films when shot.
screenwriters, 12 directors, 12 groups of actors.
The initial idea ca from a few directors and actors who were good friends, thinking that the TV drama market had been lifeless in recent years, so they wanted to do sothing big.
Henry Chapman had seen the script and the lineup; this ti, the scale was indeed very large.
If nothing goes wrong, during its broadcast, it will definitely cause a great stir.
This is also why Henry Chapman, who had transitioned to movies, chose to shoot this unit TV series and wanted to bring in Nora Scott.
——Even if Nora Scott’s performance is rely satisfactory, with this series, her acting career will be much smoother in the future.
"What story are you guys taking on?" Katherine Collins turned her head, asking with interest.
Katherine Collins’s acting skills are recognized, with several representative works achieving good results and reputation, with her acting being consistently recognized by the industry and audience.
Although her popularity has gradually diminished, she still received quite a few scripts.
But due to health reasons, she temporarily had no plans to shoot, so she had refused them all.
Coincidentally, two months ago, a script from ’Twelve’ called ’Third Space’ offered her the lead female role. She liked the script and the character very much, but due to her health, after much hesitation, she still declined.
"’Reversing Life’."
"...Oh."
It seed to be another script then.
Listening to the two chatting, Nora Scott vaguely felt that ’Twelve’ was not that simple, but she didn’t ask much.
She didn’t have high expectations for herself, and not holding back the crew would be her greatest success.
As for anything else...
It had nothing to do with her.
*
Evening, nine-thirty.
After a day of intense learning, the show guests completed a puppet show performance that appeared barely qualified to outsiders.
"We’re about to see the legendary chanism of the chanical Puppet." Isabella Hart was eager to try.
Not only her, but everyone else felt the sa.
What kept them going is the fact that after the performance, they could have a close encounter with the chanical Puppet.
And they could see the magical chanisms of the puppet.
Opportunities to see chanical Puppet performances are few; you can find high-definition photos online, but the videos are very blurry, and you can only just make out a few movents.
For this reason, they were all the more eager and enthusiastic about the chanical puppet they would see tonight.
Isabella Hart chatted with a female star for a bit and then looked around. Spotting Clent Winter trailing behind, she had an idea and approached him actively.
"Clent, what’s wrong with you? You’ve been off all day." Isabella Hart smiled warmly and looked genuinely concerned, "Weren’t you looking forward to the chanism performance yesterday?"
"Ah," Clent Winter was absent-minded, thoughts wandering as he looked up a bit dazedly, "Hmm, very much looking forward to it."
He was looking forward to it.
It’s just—
He had already seen the chanism performance of the puppet last night. Now, he was itching to know more if Nora Scott was Zero.
Originally, last night when he returned to the hotel, he wanted to ask Nora Scott about it, but it was late, and surely Nora Scott had already retired for the night. He could only dismiss this rash idea.
As soon as he woke up in the morning, they began recording the show, spending the whole day at the puppet museum, with no chance to contact Nora Scott.
Now, as long as they finished recording the puppet chanism performance, he could head back to the hotel to find Nora Scott...
Clent’s mind had flown far away.
Zero at ho was much more important than the puppet!
"Your expression doesn’t seem to show that," Isabella Hart smiled, winking at him deliberately.
Clent’s assistant, mixed among the crowd, huffed as she saw Isabella Hart getting close to Clent. She wanted to rush forward and rip that old witch’s mouth apart.
She’s acting like a vixen.
And she intentionally rode on Clent’s popularity on his birthday...
Clent’s assistant gritted her teeth.
"Is that so?"
Clent snapped back to reality, blinked, and a bright smile appeared on his face.
Isabella Hart wanted to say sothing else.
But then, Clent’s gaze shifted, landing on a guest to the right front. He imdiately called out, "Joe!"
Once he spoke, he quickly walked over to the guest, leaving Isabella Hart there by herself.
Isabella Hart: "..."
"..."
Seeing that Clent had finally co to his senses, the assistant finally breathed a sigh of relief.
*
Along the way, the atmosphere was "harmonious and happy".
Isabella Hart intentionally flattered, ntioning that being able to see the puppet chanism performance was thanks to Luna Durant’s effort; how the other guests truly felt was unknown, but outwardly, they all cooperatively praised and thanked Luna Durant.
Among them were a few veterans.
Their "flattery" was very much appreciated by Luna Durant.
All this continued until they reached the exhibition room where the chanical Puppet was displayed.
"The chanism performance can’t be done, why?"
A question from director Christopher Sullivan suddenly left all the guests bewildered.
They collectively moved into the crowd, wanting to find out the cause of this unexpected change.
The person negotiating with Christopher Sullivan said sothing unknown, causing him to raise his voice sharply, "Wasn’t it all agreed upon beforehand? How can you back out at the last minute?"
By this ti, all the guests had squeezed into the center of the crowd, seeing director Christopher Sullivan, Mr. Carter, and the chanical Puppet placed inside the glass display cabinet.
"You’ll have to ask Miss Durant about that."
Mr. Carter spoke with neither humility nor arrogance, glancing at Luna Durant as she squeezed in.
"What happened?"
Seeing that things were not right, Luna Durant’s pride and conceit vanished entirely as she asked coldly.
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