American Entertainment: Starting with playing the role of Little Beaver

Chapter 6 Oh no, I've been set up by capital!

"Then we'll see you next time, Director Jesse?"

"Okay, see you next time, Isa."

"Wish you a safe journey."

"Oh, thank you. I hope you're happy to receive the interview invitation."

Livingston Film Studios is actually only about 20 miles from Mayfair, a drive of at most half an hour.

If there's no traffic jam.

After saying goodbye to Director Jesse, who had personally seen her off, Isabella glanced at the garage before entering the house. There were no cars, which meant her mother hadn't returned. Once inside, she looked at the living room clock; it was still five minutes to one in the afternoon.

"Wow, looks like I really am a time management master!"

Isabella was very pleased with this fact. "Keisha, do you remember what I said when I left? To be on the safe side, we need to get everything done before three o'clock this afternoon. There are still two hours until three o'clock. Wasn't I quick?"

“Yeah…”

The words of agreement made the little girl's eyes crinkle with joy.

She took off her handbag and tossed it onto the sofa, then skipped lightly into the dining room.

Uncovering the silverware commonly found in Western cuisine, a sumptuous lunch prepared by her mother appeared before her.

Uh……

Okay, although my mom's food looks good, it still looks like a dry lunch.

But that doesn't matter. In Isabella's eyes, even a dry lunch is delicious right now. "Keisha, although it's worth celebrating our first try, considering that opening champagne at the halfway point could easily backfire, let's just eat sandwiches at home for lunch?"

"Also, I'm very grateful for your help. I really wanted to treat you to a big meal, but since Mom doesn't know what we did, let's postpone the dinner. Don't worry, I won't forget."

Previously, Isabella had indeed appeared calm and composed, but now?

Oh my God!

She's having an interview with Hermione Granger today!
If she said she wasn't excited at all when J.K. Rowling's friend Susie was delighted by her appearance and the casting director Jesse was very satisfied with her performance, then she would be pretentious.

She doesn't feel comfortable showing off in public because Miss Beaver is a rather composed person. Well, she admits that she had the intention of acting when she was communicating with others in order to get the role and change her fate, but at home she's surrounded by her own family, so why should she act at this time!
To put it bluntly, she felt itchy all over if she didn't show off a little at this moment!

Just as Isabella was happily dividing her lunch and preparing to wash her hands before eating... Oh dear, she hadn't washed her hands before sitting down at the table after coming back from outside, which was very unhygienic... She suddenly realized that her older sister hadn't said much since coming home.
This isn't like her at all! Before, when she sensed a hint, she would excitedly shout it out!

Feeling something was amiss, Isabella looked up and blinked at the figure standing like a wooden statue beside the dining table.

"Keisha? What's wrong with you?"

Their eyes met, and after a few seconds of silence, Catherine suddenly said, "I suddenly feel like you're the older sister."

"What?"

"You are so excellent."

"..."

After arriving in this world, Isabella discovered that the original owner's family had a pretty good atmosphere.

If I had to describe them, they would truly be a loving family.

Eric, the father, may seem somewhat materialistic, but his motivation is to improve his life. Vivian, the mother, may appear to be a wealthy lady from a well-to-do family, but she always takes a hands-on approach to raising the children.

Honestly, living in this kind of environment, it would be hard for Catherine and Isabella to go astray.

It was precisely because there were no conflicts in the family that the two sisters always had a good relationship, the kind where they could talk about anything...

“Isa, I’ve always felt that just because I’m older than you, I must know more than you.”

Catherine looked at her sister and said with some emotion, "That's why I wanted to talk to you about it when I realized you didn't seem to be helping Mom with her burden. And then, since yesterday, I've realized that age doesn't seem to define everything."

"Your views on family are something I've never considered. Today, your opinions on Hermione and Harry are even more questions I've never thought about. But... we watched Harry Potter together..."

At this point, Catherine suddenly stopped.

After exchanging glances with her younger sister for a while, she lowered her head, looking somewhat disappointed. "On the way back, you and Director Jesse had a very pleasant chat. I thought about it for a moment, and if I were you, I probably wouldn't be able to do it so easily."

"you say……"

Am I a failure?

Oh~
Isabella smiled.

The original owner's family atmosphere was indeed good, but a person without the desire to compare himself to others is like Harry Potter.

The two sisters may not argue or fight normally, but they will still compare who is stronger and who is weaker.

In the past, Catherine had the upper hand, but now she felt the gap.

But this is normal, right?
After all, Isabella had her soul replaced.

"Kesha."

Isabella went to her sister and pulled her to sit down. "I don't think you need to be too upset."

"Why?"

"Because everyone has their own strengths, and I might just happen to be good at these, right?"

Isabella raised her arm and counted on her fingers, saying, "You can ride horses, but I can't. You can draw, but I can't. My best skill used to be the piano, but now, I might suddenly be able to communicate with others?"

Catherine thought about it for a while and agreed.

But soon, she frowned again. "Our teacher did say that communicating with people is an art, but if this is your specialty, then your specialty has improved too quickly, hasn't it? You weren't like this before."

"Oh, that's because Dad's gone, isn't it?"

Isabella said, “When Dad was alive, we didn’t need to talk to anyone much because people would just call us Miss Heywood. But now, we’re just Katherine Heywood and Isabella Heywood.”

“We have to grow up before we can make this change, just like you said yesterday.”

"And because you're the older sister, you feel you need to be more mature, so your upbringing might lean towards a quieter path?"

"But I'm different. No matter how old I get, I'm still the youngest daughter of the Haywood family. With you standing in front of me, being steady is the exception, and being mischievous is the norm for me, right, darling?"

Isabella raised her eyebrows at her sister.

"Pfft-"

Catherine stopped crying and started laughing.

A young girl's heart is like the rain in June, complex and unpredictable.

Richie Jen even released a song to 'complain' about this:

I've thought and thought about it, I've guessed and guessed—girls' thoughts are really strange!

One second, Catherine was feeling down, and the next second, she was happy again.

While Isabella's persuasion certainly played a part, the main reason was that she herself came to terms with it.

After Catherine's outburst, Isabella's excitement waned considerably. While comforting her sister, she suddenly realized that while she might be more eloquent than her peers, she had never acted before, so what would she look like in front of the camera?
Who knows?

and so……

Still have to work hard.

Just as Isabella was pondering whether she should think of a way to cram for acting lessons, she finished her sandwich and was about to go back to her room to look up some information when her older sister called out to her, "Isabella, can you come with me to the art studio?"

"Yes, but...why?"

"Let's celebrate that you passed your first attempt! We can't tell Mom, but we can commemorate it with a drawing."

"Oh, no problem."

Before the invention of the camera, people used painting to record scenery. After the invention of the camera, it seems a bit too artistic to use painting to celebrate beauty. But that doesn't matter, as long as Catherine is happy.

I accompanied my older sister upstairs. Compared to Isabella's music room, her art studio was rather messy.

Although there are storage cabinets, easels, canvases, and art supplies are still scattered everywhere. The only neat thing is the paintings on the wall.

Catherine is in charge of cleaning this room herself; the cleaning company doesn't come in, so she can do whatever is convenient for her.

The sofa was cleared out so Isabella could do whatever she wanted, while Catherine, wearing an apron, picked and chose at her workbench.

"I want to paint in oils."

"Huh? You don't mean you want me to sit here for a month, do you?"

"What are you thinking? You can leave after you've finished applying the base coat. I wouldn't even wait here for the paint to dry."

Oil painting is a painting method that uses oil-based paints as the main material. The finished product has rich color expression and delicate texture. However, oil paints have a long drying time, so if you choose to let them dry naturally, the creation time will be longer.

After confirming the subject matter, Catherine took out a canvas that had been primed with titanium white from the materials library and sketched the composition on it. About two hours later, Isabella, who had fallen asleep with nothing to do, was woken up by her older sister.

I got up and took a look—

Good guy!
She even turned herself into a Sleeping Beauty version of shredded pork!
Isabella admitted that her older sister was quite skilled, and her paintings were rather beautiful, but...

"Catherine, is this me you drew?"

After looking at it a few more times, Isabella felt that something was amiss.

"Of course! Doesn't it look like it? Want me to get you a mirror so you can compare?" "It does look quite similar, but the beard and tail..."

Hmm, the girl on the canvas has a few little mustaches and a little tail.

Not only that, but it also seemed to be bothered by flies nearby, and its tail was still wagging up.

“Oh, I originally wanted to draw you directly, but I felt it lacked any highlights, so I didn’t know where to start. But after you fell asleep, I suddenly realized that you look like a little beaver. Of course, Hermione also gave me inspiration…”

"Oh~ you're saying I'm cute?"

Isabella felt she understood her older sister's intention.

Beavers are a symbol of cuteness in Western culture, well... that seems obvious, most people find them cute.

However, Catherine shook her head and said, "No, you're cute when you're quiet, but not so cute when you're being noisy."

"..."

good good!
So you're saying I have a wild personality?

Isabella understood her older sister's implied meaning, and her face fell, clearly unhappy.

Catherine, on the other hand, kept laughing.

"Do you think I said something wrong? Putting everything else aside, just look at what happened today. How are you going to tell Mom?"

Isabella hadn't really thought about this problem.

How can you possibly cover both the beginning and the end when you're sneaking out?

When Isabella couldn't answer, Catherine's smile widened even more.

"Beavers act without considering the consequences. Beavers have the habit of building dikes and are natural architects, but at the same time they will sneak into people's homes to steal food when they are hungry."

“Oh, my dear sister, I think this is something you should be thinking about, because I won the bet today.”

Isabella ignored Catherine, pulled out the previous bet, and left.

If you can't think of a good solution, then just bury your head in the sand.

She's just an ordinary person.

Perhaps after sleeping for a while in her older sister's studio, Isabella, feeling quite refreshed after returning to her room, went online again to research acting. Then, "An Actor Prepares" came to her.

If her goal was to become the King of Comedy, she would definitely read this book, but that's not the case, so...

Take a look.

Due to issues such as intellectual property protection, books are very expensive in Europe and America. However, the development of the Internet relies on resource sharing. With a simple search on Yahoo! Forums, Isabella found various versions posted by Grandpa Niu.

She downloaded a highly-rated document, read a few pages, and then deleted it.

The text is too obscure; I can't understand it at all.

Look for other options.

I searched and looked but found nothing.

But time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was already evening.

To be honest, when you're engrossed in doing something, it's hard to notice the passage of time. Isabella was no exception. The reason she was suddenly awakened was because her sister knocked on the door with a serious expression.

"What did you say? Mom's not back yet?"

Isabella was shocked.

“Yes, I just finished applying the thin layer of paint to my painting, and when I looked up, I realized it was already five o'clock,” Catherine said. “I thought Mom had already come back, but she didn’t disturb me because she saw me painting. But when I went downstairs… nobody was there…”

"This shouldn't be happening. How many theaters has Mom booked? Does it take a whole day to meet them all?"

Isabella said, "Besides, shouldn't every theater be showing something at this time? How could anyone have time for auditions?"

The theaters in the West End are open every day.

Furthermore, most of the time, a theater would schedule two shows a day, one in the afternoon and one in the evening.

Therefore, no matter which theater is short of staff, their recruitment time is always in the morning and at noon.

It won't be delayed until 3 p.m. at the latest.

So, what about their mothers?
Did you call your mom?

"Uh... I came looking for you because I realized Mom hadn't come back yet."

Isabella was nearly choked by Catherine's words.

"Sister! I may be a little more mature than you, but I'm not Aladdin's lamp!"

"Why don't you call Mom if she's not back? What's the use of telling me all this? Do you think she'll appear just because you make a wish on me?"

"..."

Catherine thought it made sense.

Then, with a series of knocks, she went downstairs to make a phone call.

Isabella didn't stay seated any longer and followed her older sister downstairs. Just as they were about to dial...

"Click."

The sound of a door opening came from the entryway.

Look in the direction of the sound.

Oh, Mom's back.

"Mom—where have you been? Why are you only coming back now? I was so worried about you."

Catherine breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing her mother and went to greet her.

"Didn't Mom say she had appointments with several theaters today before she left?"

Vivian smiled and hugged her eldest daughter who rushed over, asking in confusion, "Have you lost your memories?"

“We know you had several theaters booked today, but we didn’t expect you to be so busy.”

Isabella, who was leaning closer, began to explain.

“That’s because Lady Luck is smiling,” Vivian said.

"Oh~Mom~You found a job?" Catherine was very surprised.

"Well... sort of. I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?"

Vivian kept everyone in suspense.

But neither Catherine nor Isabella cared.

In their view, getting their mother back on her feet was the most important thing right now.

Finding a goal and conquering it is the process of getting back on your feet.

"I want to hear the bad news first."

Catherine couldn't wait to play along with her mother's act.

"Okay, the bad news is that I went to four theaters today, and none of them wanted me."

Vivian looked at her eldest daughter with a smile.

"what?"

Catherine was taken aback.

No theater, need Mom?

So that means Mom didn't find a job?

The good news she mentioned was...

"So?" Catherine was a little confused.

Vivian didn't answer immediately. She gave her eldest daughter a deep look, then turned her head to look at her youngest daughter who was not far away.

After staring at them for a while, making them a little uneasy, she finally said, "The good news is, this afternoon, someone from Time Warner invited me for afternoon tea for two hours." Vivian smiled at Isabella, "Congratulations, Isabella, you passed Hermione Granger's preliminary test with top marks..."

boom--

Isabella and Catherine felt as if a thunderbolt had exploded in their ears!
At that moment, the two felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

no--

How did Mom know they went to interview Hermione Granger?
Keep in mind, they just went to Leavesden that morning!

They even left their own contact information when they left!
wrong--

Jessie brought them back this afternoon!

Recalling Jesse's parting blessing, Isabella's face paled.

Oh no, I've been tricked by capitalists!
(End of this chapter)