[Rebirth] King of Theater

"Al, do you know how my day goes? Do you know how my day goes?"

Mrs. Sylvie's slightly nervous voice sounded from the phone, as always, making people miss the point.

"I don't know, Mom."

Al answered this question first, and then asked with concern: "Did you have a bad day?"

"Today, your brother John told me that the news about you living with a man was published in the newspaper."

"Mom, the media always likes to exaggerate, don't take it to heart."

"Your sister Mary also said, Mom, calm down, it's all right."

"Well, Mary's right."

"But no matter how I think about it, I can't figure out that it's nothing. If it's nothing for a man to be with a man, isn't a woman useless? For example, if your father likes men, then naturally Nothing happened to me. Ah, thank goodness, that's not the case... But if something like this happened, then it would be natural to assume that there would be no more John, no more Mary, and no more my darling Youngest son Anthony, not to mention you—Alfred Sylvie. Why? Because it's nothing for a man to like a man!"

"Mom, what nonsense are you talking about, this call made me dizzy."

"My dear son, you just fainted. Do you know what mother did the moment she saw the newspaper?"

"Uh?"

"I fell headfirst to the ground and passed out."

"Oh, are you okay?"

"God bless, I'm fine."

"..."

"I have always been the most honest, hardworking, and dutiful woman, and I have never done anything out of line, only you, Al! God gave me such a son, it is a punishment for me..."

"...do you really think so, mother?"

"What can I think? I wish I were blind! I saw you kissing a man, and my heart ached like I didn't see it; If you don't know... I have worked so hard, waiting for you to find your way back, but I waited for the front page of the newspaper! Al, do you know how I feel? My heart is broken."

"Oh, it's not like that."

"What? Is this what you should say to your mother?"

"I'm sorry, Mom. But what the hell are you going to do?"

"I want my son not to be gay, I want my son to find a girl of good character to marry and have children, and I want the newspaper to remove that insulting news..."

"I'm sorry, Mom, I can't do that."

Al clenched the microphone tightly, paused for a long time, and then said patiently: "The person I love is Randy, not just any girl. If I do what you say, I will be sorry for Randy and that girl. , you think, this is cheating, this is immoral."

"Will you support your own family?"

"Don't I do it all the time?"

"Then would you beat and scold your wife?"

"Ah? I don't have a wife, even if I do...how could I beat and scold others for no reason?"

"That's it!"

"what?"

"You can support your family, but you don't beat and scold others indiscriminately. Moreover, you seem to be a responsible man these years. So what kind of cheating is marrying a woman?"

"...Damn it, Mom, what kind of nonsense are you talking about? I don't love her."

"What is love? What is love? Dear Al, in the hometown of your father and me, all major marriages were arranged by our parents, and the children were married after a few meetings. Let me tell you, the stability of this kind of marriage It's much higher than the so-called love union."

"Mom, but I won't do that, I'll only be with the people I love."

"You are too stubborn."

"...I disagree."

"You are going astray."

"...I disagree."

"Are you really going to hang out with that bloody Randy?"

"Yes, I love him."

"My God, what did I do wrong!" So Mrs. Sylvie cried on the other end of the phone.

She also choked and yelled: "I have always been the most honest, hardworking, and dutiful woman, and I have never done anything out of the ordinary. Now, with such an unlucky son as you, I am afraid that everyone You all look down on me. It’s okay, I’ve been used to it for a long time. I’m just miserable. My husband died so early, leaving me alone, and I worked so hard to bring you up. My whole life is like being soaked in bitter water. After a long time, my life has improved a little, and now I have to suffer this again..."

"I'm sorry, Mom. But..."

Al said calmly, "But have you forgotten? After Dad died, I was the one who made money to support the family, and I was the one who worked hard to raise my younger siblings."

There was silence on the phone.

Mrs. Sylvie hung up the phone angrily.

Al put down the phone, turned around and saw Randy standing at the door, thought that the other party might have heard what he said just now, a complex emotion arose in his heart, he felt guilty for Mrs. I was embarrassed and shy when I confessed my love attitude just now.

"Did I tell you that you're amazing?" Randy asked with a smile.

"Where?" Al asked.

"Everything." Randy came over and put his arms around him, kissed him, and whispered in his ear, "I'm so glad to hear you say you love me."

"Well, it's nothing, it's just ordinary words." Al's ears were a little red, but he said with a serious face: "If you want to listen, I can say it at any time."

Randy looked at him with joy, as if he wanted to hear it a hundred times now.

Seeing this, Al was a little embarrassed, and quickly changed the subject: "Actually, I've always been sorry. After all, compared to your father Mark's recognition of me, my mother really treats you..."

"I can understand ma'am."

Randy hurriedly said empathetically, "She's just a little reserved. In fact, my dear, as long as you still love me, even if you've been keeping it from her, I don't mind anything about the two of us."

"Yes, I love you, and I don't just love you..."

Al suddenly thought softly and said: "You have become a part of my life, yes, it is so, I think it is so. So, although it is a bit hasty to be reported by the newspaper this time, it is also an opportunity to have a formal showdown with her... ..."

Randy was overjoyed.

He didn't care about Al's subsequent thoughts at all, and he became a little incoherent in a moment of excitement: "Yes, of course I am... I am a part of your life, and you are also a part of my life! Jesus, with your words, I am not afraid of anything anymore. From today on, no one can tear us apart, no matter what those damned newspapers continue to scribble! No matter what difficulties we have, we will face them together!"

"Well, it's good that you have this awareness."

Al couldn't help grinning at Randy: "But who told you that newspapers will continue to write scribbles?"