Today, I was auditioned for the role of a killer in a film.
We acted out the scene twice. In the first round, the dialogue was in English. Then, the same dialogue was repeated in Cantonese.
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During the Cantonese round, I felt like a different character than the one in the first round speaking English. It was surreal, as the mere change of language in this instance had shifted my emotions enough to make me feel like a different person. I am wondering, if such a change is so easy, then where really is the real me? Who am I?
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