[Rebirth] King of Theater

Al has never been one to sit still.

After Director Costa calmed down his anger a bit, he began to actively discuss with the other party how to explain to Mr. Andrews that "we actually have nothing to do with that damned Fuhrman".Because, if this matter is not explained clearly, Mr. Andrews, who has a problem with Fairman, may choose to refuse to accept the script of "The Man Who Laughs" after such a mess.

So Al and Director Costa had the following dialogue:

"Let Madam contact me again, and I have to explain the matter to Mr. Andrews anyway."

"Do you still need to explain? This is obvious, that bastard Ferman framed us."

"But Mr. Andrews doesn't know. He probably thinks we're teasing him with that bastard now."

"We are not."

"Yes, so, find a way to explain to him."

"There is no evidence for what he said, and besides, he may not believe us."

"Then what do you say?"

"Or... grab the bastard, put him on my sword, pour oil on it, and bake it until golden on both sides..."

"Director Costa, please don't do this, I'll be serious!!!"

"I'm serious too, but you know, little Al..."

"Of course we can go and explain."

Director Costa said as calmly as possible: "But not everyone is willing to believe in the so-called explanations. People usually only believe in what they believe. You know, if explanations are really useful, nearly one-third of the world The disputes will probably disappear. That bastard Fehrman did a great job this time. He didn't do anything from the beginning to the end. He just made a phone call to disgusting people. How do you explain it? If you say it, others will Will you believe it?"

"So, what do you mean?" Al asked puzzled.

Director Costa said philosophically (superstitiously): "Maybe none of them are our destiny, we can wait patiently for the next one."

Al immediately bid farewell to Director Costa, thinking: "Fuck him! I haven't relied on 'waiting' in my life to wait until something good happens."

He didn't care about any random scruples, and he decided immediately, immediately, now to pay a visit to Mr. Andrews' house.

But taking into account, Director Costa's words also make sense.

No matter how he explained his relationship with Fairman, he couldn't get rid of the impression that "this matter has something to do with the bastard Fairman" in Mr. Andrews, so he decided to find another way.

However, it is obviously very unsocial behavior to come to the door abruptly without even saying hello.

Moreover, in order to meet people smoothly, Al also lied about having an appointment with the other party.

Therefore, Mr. Andrews was very stunned when he saw Al.

He was very displeased, but because of his demeanor, he had no choice but to ask: "Mr. Sylvie, why did you come to my house?"

"Because I don't want you to miss a great work." Al said confidently.

He didn't mention anything about Fehrman, and he didn't explain anything at all. Instead, he spouted so much nonsense.

"Oh, great work? Do you mean The Man Who Laughs?"

Mr. Andrews said with a strange expression: "Master Hugo's works are indeed masterpieces, but not every masterpiece can be called 'great' after being adapted and staged."

"Yes, I know, but this script should be able to do that." Al continued with a firm tone.

Mr. Andrews' pale face couldn't help showing a look of amusement: "Excuse me, Mr. Sylvie, your statement is a bit too arrogant."

Al smiled, and said something like this: "If you don't even dare to have such an arrogant dream, then what kind of playwright are you? Sir, to tell you the truth, I am this time I came here with the idea of ​​'creating a classic', if you don't have enough confidence, how can you just boast about it. If you agree to join our team, I solemnly guarantee that you will never be disappointed!"

Andrews was quite surprised. How could a playwright dare to assert that the script would be successful before it was put on the stage?

He stared at the young man in amazement for a while, not sure whether the other party was really capable or just talking nonsense: "You know, Mr. Sylvie, I can't just listen to you say a few words and make it..."

Al immediately pulled out the script and some scores he had written with Randy.

He didn't give the other party a little room to think, and immediately began to explain it endlessly.

Originally, after Andrews was provoked by Fehrman's intrusion, he really wanted to throw the script aside in anger, no longer read it, and no longer paid attention to it.

But now, after Al made such a fuss and heard so many arrogant remarks, he couldn't help but want to refute a few words, but cultural people always say something with a reason, so naturally, he has to read the script carefully , listen to the other party's point of view, and then debate with the other party...

So, waiting for such a set of procedures to come down, time unknowingly arrived at night.

When the maid at home turned on the light in the living room, he suddenly realized that the script that he planned not to read had actually been read and discussed for a day without knowing it, and he suddenly realized: "Ah, it's a trick! The cunning boy purposely speaks such big words, in fact, he is provoking me to read his script..."

Meanwhile, Luke finds Best in a bar.

This kid who also worked hard with Al and the others from the slums is not a serious person. Although he is quite shrewd and precocious at work, in private, he can't save money in his pocket and buys as long as he has money. A hedonist who drinks alcohol and seeks women.

So when Luke came over, the guy was having a lively chat with some of the bar girls at the bar.

He didn't want to go up to disturb him immediately, but Best casually raised his head and just happened to see him, so he took out a few banknotes from his body, and pushed them away while stuffing them: "Come on, girls, you can drink by yourself. See? My boss has something to ask me."

The girls took the money and didn't mind being interrupted.

They smiled and left, and when they passed Luke, they deliberately walked past Luke, throwing a few winks.

Luke was expressionless, as if he didn't see it at all.

On the contrary, Best kept watching their backs: "What's your expression? Aren't these girls beautiful?"

"What does it have to do with me?"

"God, for God's sake. Brother, can you have a reaction that a man should have."

"...I'm not a hooligan." Luke said with a frown.

Best looked at him for a while after hearing this, and then sighed: "Forget it, don't talk about this, what do you want from me?"

"It's okay, I want to drink with you." Luke said.

Best looked at him in surprise, but still poured two glasses of wine cooperatively.

Holding the wine glass, Luke was silent for a while, and then whispered: "Best, I like Al."

Best drank the wine carelessly, and calmly agreed: "Well, I like the boss too."

"I'm not your kind of like, I'm... love, I love him."

Best thought there was something wrong with his ears.

Then the first thought that popped into his mind was: 'No wonder you don't respond to pretty girls. '

At this time, the music in the bar was loud and loud.

But the atmosphere in the corner where the two of them were was extremely silent.

"Hmm." Best asked after thinking for a long time before finally confirming: "What do you mean by love? Well, actually, sometimes people are too close to each other, and maybe they will have an illusion."

"It's not an illusion." Luke said with a heavy tone: "I really thought it was an illusion, but in fact, I was wrong for more than ten years..."

Best listened uncomfortably to him pouring out his heart, and suddenly let him accept the fact that his good brother likes the same sex, it felt quite strange: "Uh, then... what did Al say? He...he..."

"He doesn't like me." Luke said it with a little difficulty.

Best couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. While continuing to drink, he comforted Luke: "Oh, there's no way, after all, most men still prefer girls..."

"He lived with that golden retriever."

Best sprayed the wine.

At this moment, he wondered if he had drunk too much, why one or two strange hallucinations appeared.

The two remained silent for a while at the same time.

Best struggled to sort out the relationship: "Uh, you like Al, and Al likes that golden retriever named Randy?"

Luke nodded.

Best continued to ask: "Does Al know? Does he know you like him?"

"he does not know."

Luke said in a complicated tone: "Because I don't even know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"...I haven't thought about that..."

Best didn't know what to say.

He stared at Luke for a long time, feeling that time was almost standing still, before he broke the silence: "Then what should we do next?"

"No, let's not do anything." Luke said hesitantly.

"What do you mean? Come on, Luke, aren't you?" Best said bitterly, "You and Al are both my best brothers. Compared to that golden-haired boy, I must stand on your side." Side. If you like it, why don't you take the initiative to get Al back? Oh, please God forgive me, it's depraved that I should encourage you to pursue the same sex. But what the hell, when I was dying of starvation, My brothers gave me bread, God didn't give me a penny."