While in Hollywood, I used Taoist magic to quell American terrorism.

The corridor outside the rehearsal hall on the seventh floor of the Paramount Building.

Sandra crossed her arms, leaned against the wall, and quickly scanned her competitors in the hallway.

His lips were habitually, with a slightly mocking straight line.

She leaned closer to Megan, her voice so low that only the two of them could hear:

"See that girl in the red dress? Jessica Alba."

With "Fantastic Four" about to be released, she has a much better chance than you, riding on its popularity.

"Over there, the person talking to the casting director is Lauren from Beyoncé's team."

Although Beyoncé herself didn't fight for it, the name itself is the passport.

"The one making the phone call in the corner, Rachel McAdams."

After "The Notebook," she became synonymous with pure first love.

It contrasts sharply with the rugged style of Transformers.

But the greater the contrast, the more likely the producers are to find something interesting to talk about.

"See that over there? Gemma Arter Deng."

She just graduated from the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts in Country Y; she has a classically beautiful face and a unique temperament.

I heard from producers that she "has the potential to become the next Keira Knightley."

Gemma Arter Deng stood alone by the window, her posture upright.

He held a thin script in his hand, glancing at it occasionally.

His expression was focused and calm, standing out from the subtle restlessness around him.

"And that one, with long blonde hair, is touching up her makeup."

Sandra's gaze shifted: "Hayden Panedil."

The TV series "Heroes" is reaching its climax, and she is the "cheerleader," a popular sweetheart among American teenagers.

With a large fan base, it naturally attracts attention.

"Megan, although you are beautiful, have a great figure, and your acting skills... well, they're not too bad, but your chances in this project are still too small."

Megan looked at the people Sandra mentioned one by one, her face expressionless.

Although she was the least famous and least experienced among them, she believed in Cao Kun.

She believed she had latched onto a powerful patron.

We'll find out soon enough.

Sandra sighed. "We're just here to make our faces known, don't get your hopes up too high."

Jessica was the first one called in.

Twenty minutes later, the door opened.

Jessica came out, her face flushed, as if she was suppressing her anger.

She strode towards the elevator and said to her assistant who came to greet her, "Don't ask anymore!"

The sound wasn't loud, but the corridor was quiet, and many people heard it.

The assistant fell silent, and hurriedly followed her away.

Sandra raised an eyebrow, a hint of schadenfreude in her voice, and whispered to Megan, "Looks like she failed."

Next up is Lauren from Beyoncé's team.

She confidently smoothed her hair and walked into the room.

Less than ten minutes later, the door suddenly opened.

Lauren rushed out, phone in hand, her face deathly pale, her voice shrill with anxiety:

"What did you say? The warehouse is on fire? All of it?... God! I'm coming right now!"

She didn't even have time to greet the casting assistant before stumbling towards the emergency exit in her high heels.

They couldn't even wait for the elevator.

Sandra raised her eyebrows even higher: "...An accident?"

The third is Rachel McAdams.

She was inside for a while, and when she came out, her expression was relatively calm, although her lips were pursed a little.

She walked to her lounge chair to get a bottle of water.

Her small suitcase was placed next to the chair.

The moment her fingers touched the handle, an inconspicuous decorative rivet on the side of the suitcase suddenly flew off!

"Whoosh—smack!"

The rivet, like a tiny bullet, hits its target precisely...

It slammed hard into the huge, decorative vintage metal globe stand next to it.

A few sparks even splashed out.

Even more coincidentally, the globe was struck and suddenly began to spin.

The base connection made a creaking sound as it struggled to bear the weight.

"Watch out!" someone exclaimed.

"Clang—!"

The heavy brass globe base had its screws come loose.

The entire sphere, along with its support, crashed down towards Rachel!

Rachel screamed in fright and backed away.

With a twist of her high heels, she narrowly avoided the main impact area.

But the edge of the overturned support still grazed her calf.

"hiss--"

She gasped in pain and squatted down.

The assistant rushed over in a panic and saw that there was a long gash on her calf.

Blood seeped out instantly, staining the stockings red.

The wound wasn't deep, but it was shocking enough that the audition was absolutely impossible to continue.

The scene descended into chaos.

Security personnel and staff gathered around; some went to get the first-aid kit, while others made phone calls.

Rachel was helped to the side, her face pale with pain and shock.

It took quite a while before Rachel was urgently taken away by her assistant and staff.

The auditions continued, and the next one was Gemma Arter Deng.

Upon hearing her name called, she closed the script, took a deep breath, and walked gracefully toward the door.

Just as her hand was about to touch the doorknob—

Achoo!!!

An extremely loud, even violent, sneeze burst out of her mouth without warning!

The sound was so loud that it was like a muffled thunderclap in the suddenly quiet corridor.

Gemma was stunned. She hurriedly covered her mouth and nose.

Her originally fair cheeks instantly turned bright red.

Because of this uncontrollable physiological reaction, a few embarrassed tears welled up in her eyes.

Even more dangerously, this violent sneeze seemed to trigger a chain reaction—

"Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!!!"

She couldn't control herself and sneezed three more times in a row.

Each call was more urgent than the last.

It shattered her carefully maintained classical composure, leaving her completely dishonorable.

He could only awkwardly bend down and frantically search his pocket for tissues.

His nose and eyes were red, and he looked embarrassed and uncomfortable.

The casting assistant was stunned at the door and hesitated for a moment before stepping forward.

"Miss Artden, do you... need any help?"

Or perhaps you'd like to wait a bit before going in?

Gemma covered her nose and shook her head, her eyes brimming with tears.

With her current state of tears and constant sneezing, it's impossible for her to perform any professional act.

She mumbled in a heavy nasal voice:

"I'm sorry... I might be... having an allergic reaction... I'm so sorry..."

Under the complex gazes of the crowd.

She hurried toward the elevator, almost embarrassed, and fled from the place that had utterly ruined her image.

An eerie silence filled the corridor.

Someone subconsciously touched their nose.

Sandra's lips pressed into a straight line.

Next up is Hayden Panedil.

Hayden doesn't seem to have been greatly affected.

She patted her cheeks, put on a sweet smile again, and walked towards the room full of energy.

"Come on!" she whispered to herself, giving herself a little encouragement.

Her audition took a relatively long time.

Just when the people outside thought she might be doing well, the door opened.

Hayden emerged, pale and panicked.

She gripped her phone tightly, her knuckles turning white.

Her assistant immediately went up to her: "How is it, Hayden?"

Haydn didn't answer directly, but quickly said to his assistant in a trembling voice:

"Quickly, book me the fastest flight back to NY!"

No, no, let's call a taxi to the airport first, and book another one on the way!

"Now? What's wrong? The audition results aren't out yet..."

"It wasn't me!"

Haydn's voice was choked with sobs, filled with anxiety and fear:

"It's my mother..."

She just slipped on the stairs at home and hit her head.

She's been taken to the hospital, but her condition is still unclear... I have to go back right away!