"Henry Brown!"
The busy female assistant called out several names, and Henry followed a group of people into the studio.
The space, temporarily unused for filming, had several tables set up as a simple audition area. A row of naval and regular army uniforms hung nearby.
None of the auditioning applicants were asked to change into them; they were simply guided to sit in a row before the audition table.
The actors' résumés, with their names already verified, were placed on the casting director's desk. Whenever the casting director looked over someone's information, he would call them up and have them turn around in front of him.
If he liked someone, he would ask a few more questions, or have them change into a sailor's or soldier's uniform and turn around again.
When it was Henry's turn, the casting director raised an eyebrow and asked, "Your photocopied résumé has a handwritten addition about stunt work experience?"
"Yes, sir. I only just completed that work, so I didn't have time to revise my résumé."
"When did you complete it?"
"This morning, sir."
"Oh. Can you roughly describe the movements involved? Of course, without violating any confidentiality clauses."
Henry had signed those contracts himself, so he naturally knew their terms well. Besides, that B-movie from that morning did not have many confidentiality restrictions.
So, without touching on the plot, Henry focused on the action scenes, particularly what he had personally done.
Everyone there worked in the film industry, so they naturally understood the ins and outs of it. Just hearing the general description was enough for them to imagine the scene.
The casting director asked again, "Which stunt team are you with?"
"Qian Ning. Qian Ning Williams."
"Oh, that old guy. Then why didn't you sign with him? You're... only registered with