[Rebirth] King of Theater

It was weird being questioned by Randy, and it really pissed Al off a little.

In his opinion, this is not the case at all: "I don't know how to ask, I just don't need to ask, I just can solve everything, I'm just a good person..."

But this low flimsy justification...

Everything is hidden under Randy's blue eyes that seem to see through everything.

"whatever."

He couldn't help thinking angrily: "It's up to you, since you said so, then, you can pay whatever you want, anyway, I don't care..."

However, it's hard to just ignore something low-level.

What's more, Randy didn't do anything too extreme, he just shared everything with Al without reservation, sending flowers, candy, beautiful stones, and all kinds of strange but interesting gifts.Sometimes, he will talk about the books he has read, the music he is listening to, the new recipes he has learned, the delicious cakes he has eaten, and even a kitten basking in the sun on the side of the road... Then, he will talk about everything in the form of 'I love you' for the end.

What a hell!

At that time, Al was writing Mr. Bernie Brown's "Short Stories".

Based on Randy's low behavior...

When he was restless, he wrote such a novel. The general content is that Mr. A is very poor, and he has to use all his energy to support his family every day, but one day, on the way to buy bread, he is suddenly caught by a beautiful and Rich Miss L strikes up a conversation.

[Mr. A looks at her with a feeling of bewilderment. ]

[He stared straight at the charming Miss L in front of him, and suddenly felt that some sleeping emotion in his body was slowly recovering...]

Mr. Bernie Brown also had a low surprise: "It's rare, are you planning to challenge a romance novel?"

And then... no more.

The enigmatic Miss L left Mr. A bewitched all night before disappearing.

Therefore, at the end of the novel, Mr. A continued to buy bread with the money, and when he was asked about the beautiful Miss L, he replied in a light tone: "Maybe it was just a dream."

Bernie Brown loved this story.

Because there is a low-level brushwork that can always write seemingly ordinary stories meaningful and meaningful.

The appearance of a mysterious Ms. L suddenly rescued Mr. A from the monotonous, boring, and vulgar real life, followed by a passionate love that was comparable to a prairie fire and a torrential rain.However, whether it was fire or rain, it only lasted for one night.After dawn, Mr. A calmly returned to real life.

Is it really Miss L's mysterious disappearance?

Or is it Mr. A's own choice?

After reading it, Mr. Bernie Brown felt lost in his heart and didn't speak for a long time.

But the only advantage of being the editor-in-chief is that he can directly ask the author of the novel.

So, he specifically ran to Al and asked, "What is your story?"

Al explained sincerely: "Love is just a dream, and the reality is that you have to continue to buy bread after all."

Mr. Bernie Brown instantly regretted it.

He thought dejectedly: "Why should I ask? Why should I ask for it? Wouldn't it be good to keep that faint sadness in my heart?"

For this reason, he couldn't help complaining: "Since this is the case, why let love appear, just buy your bread from the beginning to the end."

Al returned an answer full of entanglement: "But sometimes, dreams are so beautiful."

Mr. Bernie Brown was speechless.

But he took the manuscript and turned around and ran to Mr. Curtis to complain: "I really don't understand what is going on in that student's mind of yours? Shouldn't young people write something about love first? Imagine a Vampires and werewolves can fall in love, but what about Al? Look, what kind of stuff is this written? There should be a part of the audience who will like it very much. But this story, this story... Alas, I didn’t say it, it’s almost like an old man’s writing. When a person reaches middle age, he starts to have sweet dreams, an affair, and the erotic dreams come back without a trace. Reality."

Mr. Curtis didn't know how to answer at all...

Fortunately, Mr. Bernie Brown just made complaints about it. Afterwards, he published the novel according to the normal procedure.

Then, Al inexplicably received a lot of letters from middle-aged men.

If this group of people met their confidantes, they all sincerely expressed that we and Mr. Sylvie (they also used the honorific title) thought exactly the same. You really wrote everyone's heartfelt thoughts. It was so good and so emotional.Then, they began to talk about the depression of married life, and loudly expressed their desire to meet a Miss L.

Al: ...fuck you, who the hell is your teacher!We are not the same at all! ! !

He almost impulsively sent all the letters back intact, marking it as 'accepted by your wife', but considering the married life of the two of them, who knows what is going on, maybe a certain person just casually talked about it occasionally, So, don't artificially create conflicts.

However, he thought about it seriously, and decided that if he had the chance, next time he would write 'Miss L is actually a serial killer who specializes in killing cheating scumbags'.

But ignore this low mess episode...

Al is clearly aware that Randy's pursuit has had an impact on him, but he can't tell whether the impact is good or bad.

He just has the image of the other party in his mind from time to time. His slender and flexible fingers can easily knock out beautiful movements on the black and white keys of the piano; his legs are so long. When dancing on the stage, even Casually hopping is charming; his beautiful blue eyes are perpetually alive, often finding things others don't notice, as if the world is full of fun...  

When Al thought so, he was still holding a leaf in his hand.

That's right, it's just an ordinary leaf.

But when the leaf was delivered, Randy said it was beautiful, and asked, "Don't you think it's beautiful?"

Al stared at the leaf for a long time, and finally replied weakly: "...I'm sorry."

Randy blinked his eyes, suppressed a smile, and seriously made a nonsense: "I think this leaf is beautiful because I found it among tens of thousands of leaves, just as I found it among tens of thousands of people. You're the same, you're all one in a million."

Al: "...Should I say, this is my pleasure?"

Then, he received such a leaf as a gift, and a line of extremely small characters was written on it with a pen: [Forever belongs to you, with eternal love].

how to say?

Anyway, it's better than giving away the head!

"Our theaters are finally making money."

While Al was holding the leaves in a daze, Luke rushed in and said.

Al was taken aback.

Although it was nothing, he still covered the leaves with newspapers, always feeling a little embarrassed.

Luke said happily: "The theater has finally started to make money. Do you know what this means? It means that our theater will be able to turn a profit sooner or later. By the way, the reporter from the xx newspaper accepted our red envelope last time One of the people, probably because he was praised for reporting on the play "Dream". As a reward, he plans to write another article for our theater. Also, there is a new big-budget play that is very popular recently. Do we want it? Go talk, consider bringing in... Al? Al, are you listening to me?"

"Ah? Yes, yes." Al hurriedly looked back at the leaves: "This is a good thing."

Luke looked at him suspiciously: "Good thing? Do you know what I just said?"

"No matter what you say, I just need to know a little bit." Al put on a serious expression.

Then, he jumped up from behind the table, opened his arms, and gave Luke a big hug: "You're so capable!"

"...Do you think that if you praise me like this, I will forgive you for being distracted? What are you secretly watching, so fascinated?"

Luke was addicted to soup every day since he was a child, so he didn't buy it, he just pushed him away, walked to the desk with great interest like a teacher randomly checking a student's desk, opened the newspaper on the table, and searched for it. I will see some bad publications, but in the end, I only see... what the hell?a leaf?

He took out the leaf suspiciously: "What is this? A bookmark? Hey... there is a word on it. Is this letter a? Wait, why don't I even recognize the word?"

Al put his hands in his pockets and explained sheepishly, "It's French."

Luke was confused: "Why do you write French on the leaves? Are you too poor and have no paper?"

"well said!"

Al wanted to applaud Luke: "I actually think the same as you."

"Is this a new game?"

Luke was puzzled: "You've been getting weirder lately, Al?"

"Okay, never mind it. I'm still me, I haven't changed."

Al walked over, took the leaves, and put them in another book: "By the way, what did you want to say just now?"

Luke was full of suspicion, but considering that this friend is usually immersed in Shakespeare, Hugo, in short, a bunch of dead people's works, it seems that it is not incomprehensible to write French on a leaf occasionally.

So, he didn't think too much, and continued to talk about the business: "I said, recently there is a big-produced new play that is being promoted very enthusiastically. It seems that all major theaters are contacting the performance troupe. Should we also ask?" ?”

"What drama?"

"Well, it seems to be called Cleopatra."

"What? There is actually this show!"

Al was very stunned: "Don't tell me, the screenwriter of this play is called Wilkins."

"Hey, how do you know?" Luke asked in surprise, "You heard about it too."

"Hehe." Al wanted to tell him, "Not only did I know, I almost became the scriptwriter's shooter for this drama."