[Rebirth] King of Theater

Al and Randy are sitting together on the second floor of a very quiet cafe.

There are long tables, soft sofas, and lazy music that seems to be whispering in the ear. The tables and chairs have a certain interval, and the concealment is very good, so you don't have to worry about being disturbed.

"So, there's a second Vincent movie coming out?"

"Yes, director Bright is okay, the production company... Well, to be honest, I'm too lazy to talk to them, so I asked them to talk to their agent."

"How do you say it? Did they offend you?"

"It's not offending, it's just that they don't get along. Let's put it this way, I plan to write only three volumes of the Vincent series at most, but do you know what they think?"

"What do you think?"

"If they want to make money, they want to make a dozen movies."

"Huh? This is a bit exaggerated."

"Why do you have to make so many films? Do you have to tell a story many times until no one wants to read it before you are willing to jump out of the rut?"

"Businessmen always like to squeeze out the value of products."

"Anyway, I can't write that much."

"Then ignore them."

"That's right, I don't care. If they ask you to shoot later, you can read the script, or ask me, and then decide whether to shoot or not."

"Don't worry, I recently signed a contract with Dell. He is Matt's agent and is very capable. He can even handle Matt's mess back then. Solving this problem is not a problem."

"That's good."

The two chatted casually for a while.

Randy couldn't help asking curiously: "Why did you remember that the school asked me today?"

Al naturally mentioned the novel he wrote recently, and explained: "I didn't write about Vincent's mood for the time being, but I wrote something else and handed over a copy to the editor-in-chief Bernie. When I came back, I stopped by to read it. look……"

Randy immediately held the stage and asked, "What new story, tell me."

Al didn't react at first, and directly dug out the original manuscript of "Mysterious Miss L" from his backpack.

But when I turned it out, I remembered that Miss L's prototype was right in front of my eyes, so I stopped in embarrassment.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing."

In order not to appear guilty, Al tried his best to pretend that nothing had happened.

Then, he looked down at the manuscript and read it softly...

The beginning of the novel is of course nothing, but the two settings of aliens and 'communication through thought' are somewhat novel.

Randy rested his chin on one hand and listened intently.

But when Miss L meets Mr. A...

Out of guilty conscience, Al involuntarily slowed down his speech.

Because everyone on the original planet can communicate quickly and accurately through the method of "idea exchange"...

Therefore, Ms. L's style of acting is very straightforward, and she never turns around. When she realized that Mr. A was very attractive to her, and when she felt that Mr. A was cute, she took the initiative to pursue him.

When reading this paragraph, Al's face turned a little red involuntarily.

He felt that he had nothing to mention this story, and he was really full to read this story out, so he wanted to stop here: "Actually, romance novels are not suitable for reading aloud, it's better to read it by yourself."

"Read it, please."

Randy begged, "I want to hear you read, really."

Al couldn't help staring at him again and again, secretly wondering if he already knew that Miss L was referring to him, and that's why he made things difficult for himself.

But Randy had an innocent face at this time, and his blue eyes were very sincere, and he really couldn't see anything.

Al has always been very strong-tempered. Although he hesitated for a while, in the end, he chose to continue reading:

[Mr. A gradually felt that Ms. L's gaze stayed on him for a long time. Although the gaze was not so blatantly bold, it was also undisguisedly warm...Her hand rested lightly on his shoulder , the warm touch spread along the fingers to the body and spread to the whole body.He sat there motionless, but the eager desire in his heart was as deep as the sea...]

I don't know why...

He stopped abruptly, raised his head abruptly, and glanced at Randy as if inadvertently, because he wanted to catch the other person's expression at this moment.

Randy was really taken aback, subconsciously wanted to turn his head away, but soon realized that there was no need to hide some things.

He simply looked over frankly, but the plain expression on his face just now disappeared long ago. There was a faint smile on his face, and his eyes turned a deeper blue, with burning eyes, showing that each other knew each other well. The surging affection, and a more primitive sense of aggression...

"Sure enough, it was all pretended before!"

Al lowered his head again angrily and amusedly, and continued reading as if he hadn't noticed anything.

It's just that this time, maybe because I understood something in my heart, I wasn't so shy.

Even... He began to feel that things had become a little bit more fun.

[Mr. A slowly peels off the seal from the brandy bottle cap, and slowly pours the wine into two glasses...]

[He is not sure what he really wants to do, but Miss L, who touches his finger lightly, already knows it. ]

Therefore, Mr. A and Ms. L soon made outstanding contributions to the establishment of diplomatic relations between the earth and alien planets.

Together, with the blessing of Dionysus, the god of wine, they achieved the first steps toward interstellar harmony.

"Should I go out and buy a bottle of wine now?"

Finally, Randy couldn't help but tentatively asked: "Then, be more proactive?"

Al stopped reading again.

He looked over thoughtfully, and guessed the other party's eagerness at a glance. He wanted to laugh very much in his heart, but on the surface he educated him seriously: "My dear, you have to know that literary creation and reality are not the same. Same."

"That's right, but I think that some things... reality may be more exciting than literary creation."

"Well, it's not sure, the imagination will always be richer."

"How do you know if you haven't tried?"

"Huh? Have you tried it?"

"...Jesus Christ! You're trying to get mad at me."

"But if you don't say it clearly, how can I know what you think?"

Randy glared at him angrily, but soon caught the hint of a smile in those green eyes.

He immediately realized that he was being tricked, and stood up suddenly, making a fierce look, but when he fell into Al's ear, he just kissed his cheek, then lowered his voice, and whispered something to him .

Al couldn't help laughing: "Have you thought about it for a long time?"

"Yes."

Randy stared at him without blinking, and replied warmly and honestly, "But shouldn't it be taken for granted? For God's sake, don't you even think about it?"

"Um... how do you say it?"

Al blinked his green eyes, and continued to look serious: "But it can't be anywhere..."

"Shall we find a hotel?"

"Come on, two men open a room?"

"Who cares so much when he's idle?"

"It's not always good."

"Then you and I go home, and I'll tell Matt to get out."

"...Randy!"

"Neither this nor that, you can't be so cruel to me. Al, you know I love you..."

"What if... if, I have a better choice?"

"what?"

Randy opened his eyes wide, looking very excited: "Quickly tell me, what better choice?"

Al grabbed his hand, put a key in his palm, and said slowly: "I forgot to tell you, I just bought a house."

"Huh?" Randy stared at him dumbfounded, feeling like he was dreaming.

Al is used to being the master of the house, and he is used to thinking things through and doing everything well in advance, but in the end he still feels a little embarrassed, so he can't help explaining a lot: "There is a big problem at the theater. I paid back the money little by little, I paid off the loan, and I still have some left over... Well, I also want to have some private space, write and write, receive friends, etc. Together……"

But Randy didn't listen at all.

At this moment, he just felt that he was going to be stupid. He was obviously the richest of the two, but he was so stupid that he didn't think about anything, and he wanted another person to bother to think about things so carefully...

"Al!"

"what?"

"Does your new house have bedrooms?"

"What's this called? How can there be a house without bedrooms? There are three, one master bedroom and two second bedrooms."

"Then let's pick one now."

"...Honey, I haven't bought a bed yet."