[Rebirth] King of Theater

[Yes, I want to act. ]

[Because I want to be closer to you. ]

In the afternoon, Al was sitting in front of the desk, eating a sandwich, sorting out transcripts, recommendation letters, personal information forms, a bunch of cumbersome things, and preparing to submit an application for admission to the university where Mr. Curtis worked. Randy's words kept lingering in his mind as he dealt with these boring jobs.

"What a foolish thing love is. Compared with logic, it is not even half useless."

Al was thinking about the description of love in Wilde's "The Nightingale and the Rose" in his heart: "It can't prove anything, but it will always tell you things that won't happen, and make you believe things that are not true."

But even so, he still couldn't help himself not to think about it.

Just like, even Wilde, who wrote such a rational statement, will inevitably fall in love in the end.

"Basically there is no problem."

After reading the application materials prepared by Al, Mr. Curtis made a suggestion: "The application documents are too brief, please write more."

Al was a little confused: "Isn't this just a formality? Isn't it enough for me to have a report card?"

Mr. Curtis patiently explained to the out-of-school child: "Maybe in the eyes of ordinary people, such a transcript is good enough, but in fact, when applying for XX University, such transcripts are everywhere. Under the same conditions, If the application essay is written well, it will increase the success rate even more.”

"I don't know how to write it."

Al told Mr. Curtis honestly: "Sir, I'm not joking. If you ask me to write a play, or write a novel or something, I dare not say that the writing is fast, but at least there is a clue, but this What kind of application essay can I write?"

Mr. Curtis laughed and said jokingly: "Hey, don't you have something to write?

The painter Robert came to the side and answered fiercely: "God, you actually said that you don't know what to write! Aren't your own things more exciting than novels? Come on, dear, let me get you a pen, Write now. Write about how you grew up in a slum, write about your difficult family background, write about how you bravely wrestled with the world, write about how you walked from the ghetto to Now this seat... Write about your study, write about your work, write about your hard work and never give up! Tell the group of ignorant guys, tell them what a real man looks like? Tell They, what kind of effort does a person really have to work hard for in vain!"

Al was dumbfounded.

He was extremely skeptical of the painter's proposal. He always felt that this gentleman was a good person, but his mind was not very reliable, so he turned around and continued to ask the reliable Mr. Curtis respectfully.Of course, in order not to hurt the kind-hearted Robert, he said relatively tactfully: "What do you think, sir? Does writing this sound more like making up a story?"

Mr. Curtis smiled and encouraged: "Remember to make it more exciting."

Al: ...Stunned.JPG

Is the application essay compiled?

Are you sure that the people in the admissions office won't just call me out for being too outrageous? "

But no matter how he looked around, he couldn't see that Mr. Curtis and Mr. Robert had any sense of 'I'm kidding'.

So, he decided to write, anyway, these two would never cheat themselves.

Even if it's just to amuse myself, writing a story is nothing, it's just practice.

I think so, when it's time to start writing...

Al still hesitated: "Where should I start writing? The arrogant cockroaches passing by in a line in the room, the stinking garbage piles everywhere on the road, or a pair of pants that have been mended. Layered trousers, shoes showing toes..."

In the end, he was still not ashamed to write directly with the No.1 name, but referred to the protagonist as A. It was not until he finished writing the whole story that he resisted the embarrassment at the end and marked a sentence: [Yes, I It is A in the story. ]

Then, again, he showed the story, no, the application papers, to Mr. Curtis and Mr. Robert the painter.

The two gentlemen watched with great interest.

Among them, the painter who was quite emotional wiped away his tears, and then resolutely said again: "Let me draw some illustrations for you."

So brave!

Do you remember how much debt you have on your body?

Al gave an awkward but polite smile.

As for Mr. Curtis, he directly took a pen and outlined several passages that were a bit dull in his narrative: "The emotion is not strong enough."

At this moment, Al really hesitated to speak.

He wanted too much to ask: 'Sir, do you remember that this is my college application essay, not a novel script? '

But the two people in front of them all looked serious, and they didn't look like they were joking at all.

Al had to take it back and continue to change it.

After finishing the revision, Mr. Curtis finally nodded.

The painter Robert was even more miraculous and actually took out the illustrations he had drawn. It seemed that every time he was engaged in 'extracurricular activities', the artist would deliver the manuscripts very quickly!

After some typesetting, matching and printing...

Al felt that this was no longer a college application essay, but a history of the struggle of orphans in Twist.

Unexpectedly, the Admissions Office liked this story very much.

He was accepted.

This fact is outrageous.

Al thought about it and didn't know who to talk to. Mrs. Sylvie didn't know anything about it. Luke didn't care about his college degree at all. Friends I know, let’s not talk about embarrassment, just say that people like Dolly will probably only have such simple thoughts as “what, you have passed the application, you are worthy of being a top student”.

In the end, it was Randy who used Vincent's script as an excuse and came to ask about the character of the character...

He was finally able to vent to his heart's content: "Isn't the outstanding transcript that I have worked so hard to get worthy of recognition and praise? No one mentions it at all, and they all praise me for my well-written application essays. Was it good enough to be admitted?"

Randy suppressed a smile and replied, "Aren't you a screenwriter?"

Al: "...It seems right to say that."

Randy laughed and asked him for the application essay.

Al showed it to him.

Before Randy read the 'story', he couldn't help looking at the illustration inside, that is, a small portrait of Al: "This picture..."

"Mr. Robert's handwriting," Al said casually.

"Give it to me?"

"Uh, although it's Mr. Robert's painting, it's not worth collecting..."

"No, give it to me, I'll cut it off and make it into a necklace to hang on my heart."

"...You are here again!"

"Yeah, I can't help it! But this kind of thing, you just have to enjoy it, there's no need to worry about it."

"enjoy?"

"Isn't it a pleasure to be liked and pursued by someone? Your troubles come entirely from your goodness."

"what?"

"You are so kind-hearted. When someone treats you well, you start to think 'how can I repay them'. But, you don't know, love is different from other feelings! If a person pursues you and loves you , instead ask you for something in return, that's not love, that's a deal, and love doesn't need a deal. Al, I love you willingly, I give willingly, so you can enjoy the process, please don't do it Worry, let alone think about what owes and repays. In fact, the process of I love you, all the good things to you are just to satisfy the purpose of loving you. In the final analysis, this is my selfish behavior to satisfy my own emotions Need, I treat you well for my own happiness, or if you allow me to treat you well, that is the best reward."

"But...but, you don't have to do that."

"How can it be unnecessary? They say I'll be happy doing this. How many times do you want me to say it? Al, I love you, I love you. Think about it, when I first met you, I was in the police As for the bureau, you stand there, looking very thin and cramped, but you have been trying to pretend to be confident and mature, this is so curious and distressing, I wanted to talk to you at that time..."

"Sorry, I didn't pretend, I am very confident, and I don't need pity and sympathy from others."

"Yes, I know now that your pride comes from within, not from outside."

"..."

"Anyway, you have to know that no matter what the reason is, I already liked you very much when I first met you."

"Have it?"

"Have you? You actually asked me if I have? I've sold my own father to you!!!"

"...This, this..."

"Don't laugh, I'm not sold to just anyone."

"...Thank you, but why?"

Al finally couldn't help but asked: "Randy, I have been avoiding your feelings before, I apologize to you. But, I still don't understand this, why do you like me? I have nothing. You know Yes, I grew up in a poor area. I have a big family to support. I shouldn’t be ugly, but I’m definitely not as good-looking as you. I have some money now, but I have more debts... I have nothing but myself nothing……"

Randy looked at him in surprise. "Aren't you enough? Wait, you don't believe anyone loves you?"

Al looked up at him in annoyance, and then he tried to explain: "I'm not inferior, I know I'm capable, I can do a lot of things, much better than the average person, and I've always been a decent person , make money, support a family, I just..."

Randy stared at him for a long time: "You are so strange, Al! 'Giving' is a difficult course that some people can't learn in their lifetime, but you not only know it, but are also very proficient; but 'receiving' is a skill that everyone knows. , but you don’t understand. Even a small baby knows how to cry and ask for it, but what about you? You do everything by yourself, and once others help you, you have to worry about it. What's the matter? Have you never been well loved?"

The author has something to say:

PS. I opened a relationship line, if you want to quit, don’t tell me, really don’t, please, don’t tell me, I like to live in lies!

PS. The fictional plot in the article, please don’t take it seriously, Al was admitted because of his excellence, it has nothing to do with selling miserable stories, it’s just a joke.