[Rebirth] King of Theater

In order to live up to the love of the boss, Al really wanted to pick out a good script at first.

For this reason, he sat in the office earnestly, looked carefully for a whole day, but failed to pick out a suitable one.

First, excellent scripts are rare and extremely hard to find;

Secondly, as mentioned above, these days, really capable playwrights are all at home, waiting for others to come to ask for money. small company;

Thirdly, due to the memories of his previous life, he inevitably possesses some insights far beyond this era. Simply put, his vision is too high for ordinary scripts.

In the end, he got tired of watching it.

A thought came out of my mind uncontrollably: "Why don't I write it myself?"

This isn't anything out of the ordinary.

Before Al returned to the age of 13, that is, in his previous life, he did write a play, and it has been successfully produced, successfully passed a small-scale internal audition, and will soon be on the big stage of Broadway.

Unfortunately……

After finally getting his head around, he was reborn.

"I don't know what the end result of the play will be?"

Al, who is pragmatic by nature, rarely recalled the events of his previous life, and pondered a little hesitantly: "It should be, it shouldn't be too bad, right? Everyone agreed before."

But no matter how you think about it, there is no way to know the result now.

Optimistically, he decided it was a good outcome.

In this way, I finally have enough confidence.

When he flipped through those unappetizing low-quality scripts, he couldn't help muttering to himself with a little pride: "I can write much better than these people!"

Then I thought, "Otherwise, I might as well take out the script from my previous life and use it again?"

But then, I asked myself and answered cautiously: "I'm afraid it won't work... My previous book was about modern and contemporary love. There are many important elements in it that don't match the current ones, and the style doesn't conform to the current fashion. It is unusable. Besides, I am a child with no education in the slums, and suddenly I can write scripts, which is unreasonable!"

Thinking of this, Al hesitated again.

He sometimes dislikes his cautious and cautious character, who has to be fully prepared before acting. Because of this, he was once severely laughed at by a friend in his previous life: "He is obviously a talent, but he has to be a fool!"

But what can we do?

Others have fathers and mothers, no matter how bad they are, there are three melons and two dates, relatives who can help, make mistakes, lose their jobs, go home for two days, and at worst find another job; he is all on his own , Once you do something wrong and lose your job, you will be homeless or living on the streets. If you are unlucky, you may have to starve for several days until you find another job.

Al sighed silently.

That night, when he lay down on the bed, he couldn't stop thinking about it. He had made his scalper business flourish, but he thought that after his rebirth, he would become a remarkable person, calm, calm, and strategizing.

In fact, it's just that he doesn't care about it from the bottom of his heart, and he can bully people with his ten years of experience.

When something happened that I really cared about, and there was no way to falsify it, I realized that I was still the ordinary person who always felt uneasy, entangled and hesitated endlessly, and was afraid of making a small mistake. Talent, it's not even close.

After realizing this, he first felt ashamed of his undeserved weakness, and then, an unknown anger welled up spontaneously. That emotion was too strong, and it might be mixed with the unwillingness of the previous life and the pressure of this life. .

In the end, he couldn't bear to sit up from the bed, grabbed a cup on the bedside table, threw it on the ground angrily, and swore to himself: "Go to his God Jesus! My whole family survived! I Now that I have money, I am not afraid, I am not afraid of anything now!"

The sound of the glass breaking suddenly awakened Mrs. Sylvie.

She jumped out of bed with the agility that a pregnant woman should never have, and immediately came looking for her with great momentum, and screamed like a regular soprano: "Ah, god damn it, what are you doing at night! Could it be that a thief broke into the house? Then what should I do!"

Al's mind was instantly sobered by his emotions.

He hurriedly replied: "It's nothing, I drank water in the middle of the night and accidentally knocked the glass off."

Madame Sylvie ceased to fuss.

But then, she took the opportunity to chatter about a lot, why are you so careless, what kind of cups don't cost money, what kind of water do you drink at night when you are free...

Like five hundred ducks!

Noisy, endless.

Al couldn't help laughing while listening to her chanting the mantra until his head hurt.

There are still difficulties.

But it is indeed different.

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The next day, Al wasn't in the mood to take care of Luke's ticket sales, so he used his family affairs as an excuse to ask for a day off with Mr. Milson, shutting himself at home, looking for a stack of blank paper, and then, Picking up the pen with all the courage, on the first page of white paper, I wrote upright: the first act.

Speaking of it, this is the first time he has written since he was 13 years old.

Mrs. Sylvie had never seen him like this, and she didn't believe that a 13-year-old boy who had been out of school for a long time had any real talent in writing, so she thought he was just pretending, but couldn't figure out what good it was to pretend ?

What's more, she still had some unspeakable little thoughts. She was very worried that her eldest son would "go astray" from now on and stop going out to make money, leaving the family without food, so she took a rag and pretended to wipe it aside. He walked over and insinuated: "Al, aren't you going to work today?"

Al replied without thinking: "No, I'm going to write a script."

Mrs. Sylvie showed a bit of contempt and surprise: "Writing a script? My God! Are you suffering from hysteria? Do you mistake yourself for a cultural person? You are a kid born in a slum. What kind of script should I write with a pen!"

"What do you mean, don't slum boys deserve to hold a pen?" Al replied in a good voice.

"Why are you pretending to be stupid? Don't you know whether you deserve it or not?" Mrs. Sylvie said superstitiously: "Let's not say that we are doomed to be poor, just say that you have no place to read and write." Are you going to study?"

Al was not angry, and said half-truthfully in a joking tone: "You don't understand, I was a playwright in my previous life."

Mrs. Sylvie was a little annoyed, thinking that her son was perfunctory, she said angrily: "I believe you nonsense! If you were a playwright in your previous life, then I was a lady in gold and silver in my previous life."

"It's not difficult to wear gold and silver."

Al said seriously: "If you want to, I will buy it for you in the future when I make money."

"Hmph, don't fool me with the tricks of tricking little girls, I'm your old lady!"

Mrs. Sylvie didn't pretend at all, she threw the rag on the table and rolled her eyes: "If you want to be lazy, just say you want to be lazy. I'm not the boss who forces you to work every day. What's the point of writing? You are a big-headed ghost! You still make money to buy me gold and silver. I advise you to stop turning such silly ideas and ask for trouble. We poor people only live in peace and contentment, barely eat enough, and don’t go hungry or cold It's the best life, wearing gold and silver, that's a dream!"

After saying this, she left without looking back.

However, she has never been idle, busy with cleaning up and doing housework, and taking care of two younger children.

Seeing this, Al had no choice but to argue with her, so he pretended he didn't hear it, and lowered his head to write the script on his own.

But after writing a paragraph, he still dropped his pen with some resentment: "Damn it, what kind of trouble is it to wear gold and silver?"

Fortunately, Mrs. Sylvie didn't bother her in the following time.

Al Ann spent the whole day quietly, successfully writing the first act of the new play.

Then, he couldn't wait to run to the office, and excitedly showed Mr. Milson what he had written, but he was very thoughtful, and he didn't say that he wrote it himself, only pretending to pick it from those submissions: " What do you think of this one, sir? I found it with some trouble among the manuscripts."

After speaking, I was worried that Mr. Milson would not pay attention.

He thought for a while, and decided to brag about himself shamelessly: "I think this script is written by a god, and it's already very good at the beginning. It’s not easy! You must take a good look, maybe this is a peerless masterpiece!”

Mr. Milson has a lot of trust in him, especially because of the previous scalper incident, he has long believed in private that the child has amazing eyesight.

Therefore, when he heard that it was a peerless masterpiece carefully selected, he couldn't help but believe it. He immediately cheered up, with a serious expression, and took it with special attention: "Okay, I'll take a closer look right away to see how a god wrote it." !"

Seeing this, Al felt a little guilty again.

His conscience was uneasy, and his green eyes could not help flickering. He hesitated and timidly patched: "Although it is a peerless masterpiece, but...you must know that gods are different from gods. Good (four beeps) durian."