Zhao Li Sun
P4 Participants in the Real Image project, Theater. The current P4 Theater works as an actor in the play "The Howlers on the ceiling" with the title "Reporters" and is responsible for the recording and promotion of the theatre during the extra-stage period.
Christmas, 25 December 2020, P4 Theater.
Turning down the picture of the celebration in the circle of friends, the time and distance divides you and me, the majority of whom, holding their fingertips, unconnected, unable to upload them, are in the vortex of motion. We have seen the many direct instructions, the plethora of civilizational attachments. Mankind's luminous emotions, love, vanity, low self-esteem... are as beautiful as arrows with flames running towards the night sky.
In the cold, I sat down in an empty white office, and my song broke through the futility ceiling, and I disappeared 99 times when my hair fell outside the green curtains clean by winter. It's like it's washed up to the highest, quietest place in the world.
It's time for my line.
Act four: First sentence: "Come on, Zhang. I'll stay here and keep an eye on the howling man." Psychiatry note: dig up some hot news. I've imagined myself standing on the second floor of the theater, and the wood table has a corner that belongs to me, and all I have to do is shoot it, hear "Aah" and read my own words.
"Aah," second sentence: "There's finally a big story..." Headlines... "To finish these words, wait for the last act, wait for my boss's young actor, Xu Zhu, to speak like a college girl, and ask, "What do you mean by that?"
On purpose? It's like I've been talking about it a million times in my social life, and I've been in the media for three years since I graduated from college, and I'm a brainless practitioner.
The director of Gold said to the boy who had lost his "journalist" role, "You've got to be ridiculous! And the boy, who was playing quietly, had his own role in understanding: the journalist was too "faced" and I wanted him to be rich, solid and deep. Like a real person.
I can't help but think of this image as another relevant word in today's society - the new media. What's the new media? Portals and platforms? Weibo, know-how, bean petals, public figures... a surge of information, exciting hotspot events, charades, multilateral headlines, the hotness of the eyeballs that stimulate the urban population to be numb, allowing people to watch, repeatedly applaud, crucify, and be tied to the Internet ecological chain for three or five days.
The number of views, the amount of praises, the amount of conversions, the ads, the jumper, the bonus, the inversion, the inflammatory, theatrical, everything. The more I get in contact, the less I see humanity, or the more human.
It's not true to feel ignorant and vulgar about the role of the author. For not doing anything behind the news of the traffic, thinking that the so-called "journalist" was a dedicated and dedicated field journalist during the revolution! How many of them are right-minded and well-founded in this era? Are our friends reading this? Is Yang's inspiration, Wang Si-jung's money, Lou Young-ge's beauty more interesting than a flat social story?
"The Howler on the Top" play.
I'm going to replace my role with the obnoxious, shallow and unwitting lines that sound out of the ludicrous and exciting, despite the fact that the audience hates her, despises her and even complains about the incorrect character. It's okay, I'm silent. You're going to have to accept a little reality that I have. How will you think about it? I don't care. There are too many absurd things - in the view of traffic, countless journalists call themselves "fictionaries" from invisible, non-existent windows.
Christmas Day. At around 1 p.m., our platoons meet at P4 Theater, with a dozen directors, actors and a few light-lighters, sound-syncs, who are responsible for technical calibration of the effects on the ground. In front of the first three scenes, I (journalist) and I played my boss's chorus, high-pitched, baked potatoes sitting across the stage for an afternoon. It's about: shallow talk about home-grown customs, deep talk about his writer's ideas, first experience with my actor, useful talk about next act 6, useless talk about other people's dramatic ideas. The fireplaces set fire to firewood, and many people who were not known at first, turned into a small set of stickers that opened up a variety of verbs.
Today's writer, "Dreaming" didn't come, because he was a Beijing subway driver, but he had a lot of sideworks and identities, writing scripts, playing bands and cosplays. This man is funny, and he can say a powerful, unexpectedly strange thing with his eyelids on him. The director decided to delete the fourth act of journalist. This reminds me of the discussion we had at the theatre the other day: the choice of dreamy scripts, because it's an instinctal product, and we P4 Theater don't have to be professional, not technical, and want the original instincts of the human being!
When I think of my own garbage graffiti, my paintings are not good enough, but if I put it in the public eye, I accept the freedom of anyone not to like and criticize, and I just keep a big piece of silence and a small piece of pride. If a man wants to modify my painting for various reasons, I won't do it. I don't agree, even if it's written for me from a professional aesthetic point of view! My creator's pride does not agree. Who made me a proud adult?
The rehearsal is nearing the end of the evening, and I encourage myself to raise a little problem with the director's modification. I don't know what I was trying to do that moment. Isn't it easy being an actor? Maybe it felt like "dreaming" absent, making the "dreaming" child look a little sad.
It's in the middle of a complication.
We have nowhere to go. Have we chosen?
"The Howler on the ceiling."
In P4 Theater
January 2nd, 7:30 p.m.
It's on time.
Howling once in a lifetime!
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