"Your performance was excellent!"
The assistant, a woman in her thirties, took a towel and proactively walked over to Nelly, helping her wipe the sweat from her forehead and neck.
The temperature in Lardimore kept rising. It had only just entered April, yet the temperature had already climbed to twenty-three or twenty-four degrees Celsius. Sometimes, this made people wonder whether God had made some kind of mistake.
Nelly had just finished filming a scene. As soon as it ended, her assistant wiped the visible sweat from her face, head, and neck.
At first, she wasn't used to this. She was just an ordinary girl who had been forced to choose between her dignity and her future. Not long ago, she had even been somewhat... allergic to girls who achieved success by selling their dignity.
But now, she had also achieved success through the same method. Only after truly integrating into this country and this industry had she realized that some things didn't reward you simply because you worked hard.
Take acting, for example. She had treated it very seriously, even signing up for supplementary classes. She had devoted all her passion and energy to her acting career.
What she got in return, however, was rejection after rejection. The casting offices weren't interested in her. Even though she was prettier than the girls who were chosen, younger than them, had better figures, stronger acting skills, and was better than them in...
She could surpass those people in every way, yet she was always the one who failed to get the part because she didn't know how to compromise.
The people at the agency ignored her. They only kept asking her to borrow money from the company to attend various supplementary classes and recommending her for all kinds of training. Occasionally, they