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However, she laid out the situation beforehand.
“Return to Ning is looking for an actress, and many newcomers have gone to audition. You have more experience than they do, and you might impress the director. Even if you can’t land the lead or the second lead, getting a role with some screen time is still very possible. After that, you can use it as a foundation to pursue new scripts, and you might just make a name for yourself. But if you choose the other path, things get more uncertain!”
Estelle analyzed the situation with a calm objectivity, “The music industry is tough, and unlike the entertainment industry where new faces pop up all the time, since Zhong Yuye became hugely popular, no one else has really stood out. If you choose this path, it’s definitely going to be harder than you think!
Think it through carefully, and if you’re sure, you can still change your mind.”
Rong Yan listened carefully to her until she had finished speaking, then said, “Estelle, there’s no need to consider it. I’ve thought it through! I want to take this path.”
Before the person opposite her could speak, she asserted, “Choosing this path is the result of my careful deliberation. First, as you know, I have negative press, and following the same path won’t be easy to stand out. Second, I prefer music. Third, for me, the other path isn’t much easier than this one!”
How much easier could it be with Rong Weiwei there?
She really did quite like playing music, and Fur Elise was something she had specifically practiced. Rong Weiwei used to like the piano a lot, but unfortunately, she wasn’t very good at it. The thought of excelling in an area where Rong Weiwei struggled gave her a burst of motivation.
She blinked, “If I hadn’t made up my mind, I wouldn’t have gone to audition for the theme song. I could’ve easily auditioned next door. As you said, I might even have gotten a speaking role. But since I went, it means I’ve made up my mind, and I won’t regret it.”
Estelle really liked her straightforward nature. If Rong Yan was vague and did not bring up her negative press, Estelle probably wouldn’t have wanted to say what came next.
“Since you’ve made up your mind, that’s great. A video platform is organizing an idol singer event soon, and every company has slots for it. I submitted your name, and it’s already been approved.
Tomorrow you’ll go there for a simple recording, which is for your personal talent information. When it’s time to begin, they’ll put these on the internet first to warm up the audience! There will be many participants this time, including many from professional schools, so whether you stand out will depend on your own abilities.”
Rong Yan was extremely surprised, and beyond that surprise, she felt a
heartfelt joy, “Thank you, Estelle!”
“Don’t thank me. It’s your own luck. All the other newcomers from your batch signed with the company went to the auditions for ‘Return to Ning,’ leaving only a few people. They happen to have a lot of slots to fill, so your name would have been submitted anyway. And you landed the theme song. For the company’s sake, I can’t let someone with no fame sing the theme song, so I conveniently included you in the submission.”
“Still, thank you, Estelle,” Rong Yan said earnestly.
Sometimes, having someone willing to give you a hand is not something to be taken lightly!
After all, no one is obligated to help anyone!
“Don’t thank me just yet,” Estelle continued, “Aside from you, several others from the company are also going, and you can go together tomorrow. I’ll send you their contact information, and I’ve given them yours, so you all can get in touch with each other.”
Rong Yan checked and saw that several people had indeed added her on WeChat.
“That’s all for now; I’ve got other work to do. You should get some rest when it’s time. I will send you both the address and the contact information to your phone.”
“Alright. Goodnight, Estelle.”
The call ended abruptly.
Decisive and to the point—as expected of a powerful woman’s style.
Rong Yan put away her phone, her mood bright.
Li Duidui, who was in the same bed, had heard the sound of her phone conversation and had already poked his head out from under the covers to watch her. Seeing her happiness made him forget the unpleasantness from earlier. His big, dark eyes looked at her intently and he asked the moment she hung up, “Is it good news?”
Rong Yan pinched his adorably chubby cheeks, “Whether it’s good news or not, I’m not sure, but I’ve got work-“