claudine hadn't planned on auditioning—at least, there was that nasty voice in her head telling her not to. not because she doesn't believe she'll do a good job or anything of that sort. call her petty, but since she has a feeling sr media will be spearheading the production of everything related to the drama, she kind of wanted to opt out. but sarang said she could get her revenge by showing her abilities in acting, and she is 50% fueled by spite—so that eventually managed to get her to saunter into the audition room with her script in her hand.
the scene starts off with a monologue in her head, which means she needs to be expressive with her eyes—look a little shocked, a little caught off guard. "what? why is he so good-looking?" she stares at her scene partner, eyes boring into his skin, as if analyzing him with a look of surprise. "please have a seat," she says, sounding slightly strained in accordance to what's required of her from the script.
avoid eye contact, look elsewhere—like she's stuck in her own brain, drowned by her own thoughts. "i wish i could take my time appreciating his looks," she swallows, still avoiding eye contact, creating an uncomfortable atmosphere that's slightly more comedic.
"i don't even know who you are. your name is?" her character decides to be rude, an exaggerated sort of comic relief scene that's meant for gags and laughs. she's used to that, stage acting relies a lot on exaggerated gestures and expressive faces, which is what's required in a scene like this. "kang taemoo... the president of our company, kang taemoo?" she quickly changes her facial expression again, shifting to shock once more, smoothly transitioning to another expression as she stares at an imaginary card she's holding in her hands.
that's how most of the scene goes. she's playing a character that's playing another character after all—in a comedic manner, but still. while the monologue is playing in her head, she holds the cup with one hand, showing subtle signs of nerves as what is needed. "don't be so nervous," she chastises herself, a dialogue that's meant to be just in her head. she takes a deep breath, looking at her scene partner like a girl containing herself from exploding.
"it's a bit too hot in here, isn't it?" she lets her jacket fall from her shoulder in an exaggerated motion, seeming proud of herself—that's what the character is thinking: that this is the right course of action for her mission. then, a nervous laugh, as her scene partner caughts her character in her lie. shifting in her seat, pretending and pretending and pretending. "on to the next step."
she starts talking to her items—her shoe, a bag, whatever she can get her hands on. her character's mission is to make the other man uncomfortable, but it's not working. she tries again, talks about samantha and rachel, playing up the dramatics for the scene, all with a smile.
"you like me? you really like me?" she flips her hair, glancing at the man from the corner of her eyes. "should we get a room... so we can really get down to business?" her smile remains, now a little more mischevious, followed by a wink, suggestive, her tone more sultry than the last—and that's how the scene ends.
