Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

The character in this audition is a little villain. This character who only appeared in the early stage of the plot is not very brilliant. After all, the author only wrote a few strokes to mention it. The little guys around the boss are no match, and they hardly appeared in the whole process. After playing soy sauce in the opening scene, they were quickly hacked to death by the protagonist on the battlefield, so the director casually flipped through the list of personnel, and yawned loudly. Little interest.

"I... My name is Greg Davy." The young man standing in front of them looked rather shy, with his head down and his clothes tightly clenched.

"Greg Davy, okay." The director found his part from the information and rolled his eyes. He is not a newcomer in Hollywood. He has played a few small roles in soap operas, but he can't remember his name. In a certain small-produced movie of his, he had some extras, and in general he is a typical low-level Hollywood actor, "Then start with the plot of meeting the paladin for the first time."

He chose a plot that wasn't too difficult. It was originally a small role that didn't get much attention. Basically, anyone who had successfully graduated from an acting training class and had a little experience could do it.

"Okay...ok..." Greg stammered and coughed twice, stood at a loss and tried to recall the lines he had memorized, "I... I am the lord of this city, why don't you bow down to me?"

As soon as he spoke, the uncontrollable vibrato made the producer shake his head in his heart, and the tone of the voice was changed due to nervousness. This kind of psychological quality is not very optimistic.

"What are you doing, untouchable?" Greg·Davy continued to recite the lines. After finishing the first sentence, his mood stabilized a lot, and he took two steps forward, showing arrogance on his face, "Can you die for me?" It's their honor."

He put his hands on his waist as if holding a sword, "Or do you want to use your blood to start my sword?"

Still too nervous.The director sighed in his heart, his body movements were stiff, his expression was not vivid enough, and Greg Davy's appearance didn't fit the character's setting. This character should be a young, cold and skinny youth image, and although reg Davy looks good , but I am more inclined to the sunny image of the heroes of idol dramas.

He hastily glanced at Greg Davy's repertoire, and there were villains or perverted characters that didn't match his appearance. His appearance was inconsistent and his lack of acting skills made the audience ignore his appearance. No wonder he couldn't get along in Hollywood for so many years. Make a name for yourself.

"My performance is over." Greg Davy bowed to the judges, his face full of apprehension and anticipation.

"Very good basic skills." The director coughed twice and said, "If there is any news in the future, we will let you know."

He said so, but anyone with a little audition experience in his tone knew that he had basically been kicked out by this time.

"Is there something wrong with me?" Greg stared at the director with wide eyes, "I can change anything, please give me a chance!"

"No, there is nothing wrong with it." The director still mainly encourages young people. No one knows if the small role that comes to the audition one day will suddenly become enlightened and fly into the sky. It is better to have a good relationship than a bad relationship , "Go back and wait for the news, okay? We didn't say that you have lost the election."

"After all, you are only the first one, so we have to see how other people perform, right?" The producer smoothed things over. He has worked with the director for many years, so he naturally knows the director's soft temper, "Go back and wait for news, ok? "

The tone of the last question is lowered and it is clearly a declarative sentence, with a sense of oppression without anger and prestige. After all, he is also a gold medal producer with many blockbuster movies in his hands.

"Okay...ok..." Greg flinched and nodded hurriedly. He pushed the door and left with his head down. He was so frustrated that he couldn't even close the door.

After he left, several people in the room exchanged opinions.

"How?" asked the director.

"Too nervous." The producer frowned, "The psychological quality is too poor."

"And he doesn't have that kind of feeling." The representative of the investor also shook his head, "He wants to play a murderous nobleman, not a vicious little gangster."

"There is no smell of blood." The director shrugged, "It seems that we have reached an agreement?"

The other two expressed that they had no objections, so Greg Davy's resume was thrown into the glove box by his feet, where many similar documents had already been thrown, all of which were resumes of people who hadn't been selected before.

"I hope the next one can give us a little surprise." The director beckoned to his assistant to call the next audition actor over, not noticing that there was someone passing by outside the door.

He had already started to feel drowsy. If he had known about the situation in today's meeting, he would have asked the assistant director to attend. Today is the performance of a new work by an opera master. Ah, it really is Mr. Triton who is far-sighted.

And the far-sighted Mr. Triton probably didn't expect that today is definitely not a suitable day for travel. Not only did his carefully arranged one-day trip for two become a group trip of the BAU group, but he also kept bumping into him. Someone to bump into.

For example, the two rows in front had obviously noticed the blond wizard who was slowly walking towards him, so he had to cheer up and deal with it carefully instead of using this precious intermission time to chat with his own humans.

"I'll go out for a while, and I'll be back soon." He turned his head and whispered to Reid, got up and walked outside, the shrewd wizard immediately understood his meaning, changed direction and walked out the door.

And the BAU people who watched their small actions raised their eyebrows and touched their noses, "It seems that he still has a lot of secrets." Emily said, "Are you sure he is really doing a legitimate business?"

"?" Reid looked at Emily suspiciously.

"The gentleman who just walked past is the one with blond hair." Emily explained, "When he stands up, he habitually patrols the surrounding environment, and when he walks, his body is always in a position where he can immediately defend himself. The posture of counterattack, under normal circumstances, when we walk, our hands are relaxed." She raised her finger and pointed, "But his hands are completely tense, especially the first half, I think there must be something hidden in his arms arms."

"It's an instinctive reaction that doesn't come from fitness classes," Morgan said. "I'm more inclined to think he's been on the battlefield."

"And it's a battlefield where small-scale firefights are concentrated." Rossi, who has battlefield experience, judged, "There are usually no more than 50 people on both sides of the firefight, otherwise his muscles would not be so tense subconsciously."

"Hey, we're not working, relax everyone." JJ smiled helplessly and reminded the colleagues who entered the profile state, "Spencer is an adult, we have to trust his judgment." She patted Reid on the shoulder, "Just do what you want to do."

"For now, I still believe in M...Triton." Reid said, "And I still reserve the right to refuse, don't you, don't be too nervous."

"Are you sure?" Morgan asked. "He doesn't seem like the kind of guy who hangs out."

"I'm sure." Reid said with a smile, "I'm already 26 years old. If I'm anxious, I should be a father by now. It's just a semi-finished love attempt that has not yet determined its nature. Don't worry."

It is indeed a challenge for him to deal with all kinds of people with ease like Morgan or Rossi. His emotional intelligence is indeed a challenge, but his emotional intelligence is not enough. When Triton carefully controls the progress of the two, how can the smart Dr. Reid do it? Why don't you just sit and wait to win a little initiative for yourself?Don't forget that he has two bachelor's degrees in psychology and sociology.

"Wow, it looks like our BabyKid has grown up." Garcia sighed, "I'm so relieved." She said, stretching her arms over several people to touch Reid's hair, "Looks like I can look forward to you and Mr. Triton went to visit Aunt Diana together, I think Aunt Diana will like him very much."

"Because he can recite "Chavey Hunting" and "Lenole" proficiently?" Reid raised his eyebrows.

"Because he's more handsome than Lestat de Lioncourt." Garcia covered his cheeks, "It's like walking off a palace mural."

Outside the door not far from them, crossing the corridor and turning two more turns, Triton stopped on the small balcony behind the heavy curtains and turned around, "Didn't expect to see you here, Draco Malfoy."

"I never expected to see you here, Mr. Triton." The young man following behind him cautiously took two steps back and bowed slightly, "Jiushu greetings, please forgive me."

"It seems that your business has been doing well recently." Triton raised the corners of his lips, "Where is your savior?"

"Harry is not bad, either." Draco straightened up and showed a genuine smile, "Thank you again for your help."

"It's nothing more than money and goods." Triton said, "It was a very pleasant cooperation, but it's a pity that we can't do it again." I borrowed a little bit from the forces that stayed in Europe before and went back to the UK to earn seven yuan. The taste is quite good. Yes, soul fragments that can be worth several years of food, it is really a good deal that cannot be more cost-effective.

"We also don't want to see a second war happen." Draco said, "There are too few people in the wizarding world. If it happens again, maybe we will really become history." A Dark Lord tossed them all, If it weren't for Triton's help in disposing of the Dark Lord's soul fragments, their war would have lasted for a long time.

"I've always been willing to believe in human vitality," Triton said, "but let me risk going back again." He said with a chuckle. "My kind is not very good-tempered."

"That lord is indeed..." Draco recalled with a complicated expression the Hogwarts Castle that was almost completely submerged by the raging sea monster Adaro that year, shaking his head and unwilling to think about those tragic memories, "Thank you for helping us Save the school."

That kind of tsunami-level huge wave is not something wizards like them can handle. If Triton hadn't arrived in time, Hogwarts Fort, which is estimated to have stood for a thousand years, has now become an eternal memory together with the Dark Lord.

"Be grateful to his humans." Triton shrugged. "I don't have the power to calm Adaro."

"I haven't congratulated you yet." Draco laughed suddenly, "Perhaps you would like to bring that gentleman to our Yule Ball this winter?"

"I don't mind if you're not afraid of stripping your boss naked," Triton said with a smile. "Of course, if he's willing to give up his job to spend Christmas with me."

"I'll reserve a seat for you and that gentleman." Draco stepped back two steps to the side, making room to watch Triton leave, his eyes drooping to cover the ups and downs.

Before this winter... It seems that we have to prepare early.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind for no reason, and in a blink of an eye there was no one on the balcony.