"In order to save time, you give us a paragraph to show our vocal music, body, lines, and dance as much as possible. What do you think?" Teacher Chang asked.

"It's pretty good. As soon as an expert takes action, he will know if there is any." said the vocal teacher.

The teachers are all experts in the industry, and they have seen countless people. The first exam is not that complicated. Today, I have been sitting from morning to night and my physical strength is almost overdrawn.

Ruan Quan thought for a while and did not start immediately, but smiled shyly. She was not prepared so much.

"What's wrong? Don't be afraid, be calm." Teacher Chang comforted.

He is obviously an old artist who loves Peking Opera, with his eyes full of expectations and patience.

"Teacher, I am good at "Su Sanqi Jie". Is it okay to sing a paragraph? I have prepared other programs for the lines." Ruan Quan asked.

"Okay, OK, let's sing first." The line teacher couldn't wait.

"Okay, teacher."

Ruan Quan took a deep breath and held up his hands, as if he was wearing shackles, his eyes also changed, sad and elegant and charming.

Twisting his body and moving his small steps, his expression suddenly came out, giving people a completely different feeling, and the sound was even more shocking.

"Su San left Hongtong County/

Come in front of the street/

I have never spoken and felt miserable/

The gentleman from the past listens to me/

Which one is going to Nanjing/

Pass the letter with Nasaburo/

Just say that Su San was killed/

Become a dog or a horse in the next life/

I'll report...and..."

After singing, Ruan Quan slowly knelt down. In fact, this sing was less than two minutes, which was very short, but except for the lines, everything else was displayed.

What she thought was that not everyone could understand Peking Opera. This passage was particularly nice, with a bright rhythm, universality, and time was tight, so you had to be very good at taking action.

Liu Dahua slurped again and looked at Marco.

This means, buddy, why don't we go back.

Although Marco was not sure, he was not too worried and was not recruiting Peking Opera actors.

If you have any worries, it is whether the programs you prepare will not be suitable for the teacher's appetite. These academic schools do not know whether they can accept popular things. Culture and art have always had the form of the times.

"It's much better than the ones I sang just now." Teacher Chang asked the vocal teacher beside him.

"Well, she has a solid foundation." The vocal teacher nodded.

"The body coordination is also very good." Xu Qing replied.

Ruan Quan felt a little nervous when he heard this. How many people were singing in front of him?

What should I do? It’s not safe. She is not good at other projects, so she only relies on her profession to earn points. Is she singing too little? I would have known that she wouldn’t choose this, so if she would sing another paragraph?

After all, they are all children and have no interview experience, and there is no training class these days.

"Teacher, why don't I sing the last breaking ceremony of the "Legend of White Snake"?"

"No, aren't you ready to recite? Come on."

Ruan Quan quickly took a deep breath, put away his lost emotions, and recited Yeats's "When You Are Old".

Her Mandarin is fine, but the ups and downs are a little bit bad, and she is nervous and has not been in a good mood.

The teachers all scored on the spot.

"Okay, wait next one."

Ruan Quan looked at Marco as he turned around.

He gave a thumbs up and expressed his appreciation.

As candidates, they are inexperienced and young, and no one can get better. The teacher must see if you have this talent.

Some guys started to get nervous when they entered the classroom. After they went on stage, they were so scared that they couldn't say a word, and they couldn't remember even a few years old.

If you are worried, Marco is only worried about himself, and the other four people will definitely be admitted.

Zeng Li walked to the middle of the classroom, bowed and said, "Teacher, my name is Zeng Li. I am 20 years old this year. I am currently singing Qingyi in the Jiangcheng Peking Opera Troupe."

Teacher Chang looked at her, as if very satisfied. He held her glasses, found her file, glanced at her, and said, "Are you classmates with Ruan Quan?"

Xu Qing even picked up the pen and directly divided the body. As expected, no matter what age, the most important thing is, no matter what kind of image you have.

“Yes, we met at the Opera Academy.”

"Okay, you can sing a paragraph like her."

"Okay, teacher, I'll sing "Locking the Case" so sad that I feel like I'm trying to get a selection in my heart."

These two girls must have discussed it, so try to choose beautiful and beautiful singing segments.

"Okay, try to keep it within 2 minutes."

"Okay, teacher."

Zeng Li took a deep breath, picked up his style, gently twisted his graceful body, moved his steps, and his eyes were filled with sadness. Every frown and look was so fascinating.

No wonder ancient dignitaries liked famous Peking Opera actors. This is truly sexy and graceful.

"I heard the sad voice and felt miserable. Why did I cry like this when I met someone like me? Is it because my husband is ugly and my daughter is beautiful?

Could it be that you are forced to marry the crow and the lund nest / asked Meixiang to tell you that kind words / asked why that person is painful and boring /"

After singing this part, the teacher did not stop. Zeng Li continued to twist her body and release her charm.

Although Peking Opera music is very important, her rhythm can be felt from her figure and singing style.

"Mei Xiang's speech is so inverted. A fool can only explain it randomly. Pitying the poor and helping the poor is the right way. Who can stand by and watch on the wall/"

"A stupid question is too sloppy/I can't help but doubt it is at the top of my heart/You shouldn't be proud in front of others."

These three lyrics were sang at least two minutes, which was longer than Ruan Quan. The exam instructions clearly state: Do your best to get more opportunities for performance from the teacher.

Then Zeng Li also recited a song "Farewell to Cambridge" with both emotion and emotion, and the teachers directly scored it.

Marco finally knows why teachers like this kind of skilled candidate, which is indeed eye-catching, so there is no need to worry about anything.

These two men have stable typhoons and have rich experience in stage performance.

After the end, not only did they not bring examples to the remaining three people, but instead felt an invisible pressure.

Even the arrogant Zhang Ziyi was a little cowardly, and ethnic dance did not have the momentum of Peking Opera.

A piece of Peking Opera can show three major assessment contents: body, vocal music and performance, and have a great advantage.

"Next, Zhang Ziyi." Teacher Chang shouted.

Zhang Ziyi hurried out of the team and said with a smile: "Hello teacher, my name is Zhang Ziyi. I am 17 years old. I have studied ethnic dance in Jingzhou Dance Academy Affiliated Middle School for 6 years. In 1994, I won the performance award in the National Dance Competition."

Several teachers took out her resume and looked at it. They had a lot of names and won many small prizes, which was considered to have rich stage experience.

"So that's it, you'll dance for us first."

"Okay, teacher, the program I performed today is the Dai dance "Big Orchid". Please give me some advice."

Her mouth is sweeter, her behavior is decent and generous.

Although Zhang Ziyi is the shortest among the few people, she is very thin, has a good body proportion, is pure and beautiful, and is easy to perform, light and agile, but the shock she brings is far less than that of Peking Opera.

However, after studying for many years, he is definitely much better than ordinary people. Xu Qing directly scored the body.
Chapter completed!