Olaf Dong stared at the thirty-six bronze lamps hanging above the stage, and his fingertips slid quickly on the tablet. On the screen was the lighting sequence diagram of the "Baidicheng Tuogu" scene in "Three Kingdoms·Feng Yan Lu". The warm yellow and pale light spots traced like two entangled snakes - he always felt something was wrong.
"Adjust the fourth light from the left in the third row, and lower the angle three degrees." He spoke into the headset, his voice hoarse after staying up late, but not at all vague. There were no main lights on in the theater, and only a few work lights were on in the stage area, which made the blue and black under his eyes more obvious. Xiao Wang from the props team squatted under the light stand to tighten the screws and looked up at him: "Director Dong, this is the fifth time today. The audition audience couldn't notice such a small angle at all..."
"They won't notice it, but they will feel it." Dong Olaf bent down and picked up a palm-sized wooden sign from the prop table. It was engraved with the word "" and was an ornament on the table beside Liu Bei's bed. He rubbed the edge, "When Liu Chan was kneeling here, the light just fell on the back of his neck - the audience should be able to see the folds on his collar shaking even from a distance of three meters. This is what 'fear' should look like."
