[Rebirth] King of Theater

The requirement to finish writing a script in a week is obviously unrealistic.

Mr. Milson did not really intend to oppress child labor so cruelly.

As for the previous series of statements, it was originally a prank, or there is still a little bit...

Deliberately scaring, in retaliation for the child's earlier concealment of the author's identity from himself.

But no matter what, after everything is open and honest, and there is no more concealment, the two can finally discuss directly face to face, and tell each other frankly all the thoughts in their hearts, instead of continuing to guess each other.

Therefore, Al immediately asked the question he wanted to know the most: "Sir, please forgive me, what do you think about my script? Appreciation, several reminders made me feel a little sentimental, thinking that this thing still has some value. But what is disturbing in my heart is that you never seem to reveal your intention to adopt it. "

At this point, he paused deliberately, his expression became more sincere, and his eyes were extremely focused: "Of course, I don't want to reach the sky in one step. In fact, as a novice author, it is lucky to be valued by you. As for the last , whether the script can be put on the stage or not depends entirely on the will of God. Now, as a playwright, I just want to sincerely ask you for advice, what deficiencies do I still have and what needs to be corrected?"

Mr. Milson did not underestimate him because of his age. On the contrary, he put on a posture of listening carefully from beginning to end.

When Al finished speaking, he didn't pretend to go around in circles on purpose, but said very gently: "You are too modest, Al. If such a script is still of low quality, I don't know what kind of script is considered to be of good quality." As for the question in your mind, I can tell you the real reason why I haven’t said why I want to use it, I can tell you now! It’s not because you write badly, but because you write so well.”

"Aren't you kidding me again?"

Al didn't need to pretend this time, he was really taken aback: "Why is it wrong to write well?"

Mr. Milson immediately pointed at him and smiled: "Oh, stop pretending? Why don't you continue to pretend to be modest and say that the writing is not good?"

Al's thick skin has always been quite impressive. Although he was exposed face to face, he blinked and blinked, pretending not to understand, and always maintained an innocent face.

Mr. Milson didn't bother with him, he just made a joke.

Then, he looked down at the script again, thinking slowly, "How can I tell you? Not all good things will be accepted. This is like back then, when there was a Mozart standing across the street, But people are more willing to cheer around Salieri. 【Note】. Let’s assume that the audience’s acceptance level is divided into ABCD four levels, then the normal development should be from D to C to B and finally to A. But now, you But you have to jump from D to B all at once..."

Al couldn't help being silent.

This is the pros and cons of rebirth. On the one hand, the thinking mode he inherited from his previous life must be advanced and unique; recognized and loved.

It's like fashion, every year is different.

Even if it is a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation!If it is not born at the right time, the probability of its popularity is infinitely close to zero.

Thinking of this, the pride hidden deep in Al's heart melted instantly like a snowdrift illuminated by the sun.

Of course, this blow was not enough to knock him down.

He just did a deep self-reflection in his heart: "Stop thinking too much about yourself. What else is so great about you other than having more than ten years of experience than others? Think about your previous life, think about it Think about what you ultimately rely on to achieve success? Academic qualifications? Talent? Are you sad? Are you jealous? Are you unfair? But this is you! This is the real you!"

Then, he calmed down and no longer had the extravagant hope of doing a blockbuster good deed.

On the other hand, after saying what he just said, Mr. Milson has been quietly observing this fresh young playwright.

In his mind, a genius is always proud and fragile, and no matter how humble he appears on the outside, he must be extremely proud of and cherish his own works in his heart.Therefore, when I give a cruel (actually far from being cruel) reply that is almost negative, will it hurt the other party?Will it hit the opponent?Will it make the other party lose confidence in writing?

For this reason, the kind-hearted boss really made enough preparations, brewing no less than a hundred words of comfort and enlightenment in his heart.

Just waiting for his little staff to show a little depression and sadness, that is the highlight moment of his performance.

think about it!

The first guide on the life path of a genius playwright!

tutor!

Guide!

How wonderful!

But who knows?

After the child just lowered his head and pondered for a few seconds (self-reflection), he actually figured it out by himself, and everything was back to normal.

What made him even more speechless was that the child's psychological endurance seemed to be stronger and tougher than that of an adult.

After getting the news that "the script you wrote may not be used at all", not only did you not lose ground, but you became more calm.

and……

"Sir, I still want to thank you for your appreciation."

Al actually made a serious promise to him: "But don't worry, no matter what the result is, I will finish this script well, even if it will go to the trash can in the future! I also want to cherish the opportunity of writing this time." Chance."

Wait, who said it was time to throw it in the trash?

I just want to think about it slowly, and give you some guidance and teaching from the elders...

Mr. Milson, who has lost his usefulness, is full of sorrow.

What made him even more frustrated was that after making the above promise, the kid left the office without looking back, and went to write the script as he said.

"So...do I still have to tell him?"

Mr. Milson thought to himself: "Actually, as long as you don't step from D to A, or from D to B, it's worth taking the risk."

However, Al had already left without knowing it.

In the following time, he worked harder than before, and he didn't just scribble casually because [this script may be useless]. Instead, he held his breath and became more immersed in the creation of the script...

Then the other person feels more and more alone.

This man is Luke.

After some inquiry and research, he now knew what the script was.

But in his opinion, the kind of cultural people who play with pens are quite far away from him and have no interest at all.

Therefore, he couldn't understand his friend's obsession with this kind of thing!

Instead, Al was obsessed with writing the script, completely robbing him of his joy.

That is a kind of...

The joy of working, playing, chatting, and even fighting with good brothers you like and admire.

"Al, are you going out to play?"

"No, I'm writing the script."

"Brother, Best got a motorcycle ride? Are you going with me?"

"No, I'm writing the script."

"Al, buddy, shall we go watch a dog fight?"

"No, I'm writing the script."

Luke was devastated.

Luke was out of his mind.

Once, Luke even came to the door very sad and asked such an almost unreasonable question: "Dude, tell the truth, which is more important, me or the script?"

Al was surprised and asked back: "God, how can you torture me with this kind of question?"

Luke asked aggressively: "How do you say it? It's nothing more than a simple multiple-choice question!"

Al was thinking and said: "There is no way to compare! Well... let me find some metaphors to let you understand my thoughts! Your friendship to me is like the sun in the sky, even if you don't care about it. , it also hangs in the air forever, and warms me with the sun from time to time."

"Ah! Really?"

Luke was very moved: "Am I actually your sun? My friend, do you think so highly of me?"

"And the script, the script...ah, I've found the metaphor!"

Al said: "The script is like spaghetti to me, the staple food in our family, we eat it every day, and we never get tired of it."

The smile on Luke's face disappeared again: "Excuse me?"

He couldn't help asking: "It sounds like the script is more important?"

"Honey, you can think about it for yourself."

"Al! You don't look like a good friend at all."

"But I thought I explained it very clearly, and occasionally I would like to hear my friends' opinions."

"The pasta is important?"

"Occasionally, I can bear a few meals less."

"That's why the sun is important. Otherwise, if there is no light, you won't be able to see anything, so why write a script?"

"Did you forget? I can still turn on the light."

"Asshole, neither this nor that, you are just teasing me!"

"Dear Luke, sometimes good friends don't need to speak so clearly, otherwise it would be too hurtful."

"Enough, Al! What a friend you are! You're the devil!"

"If you keep talking nasty things to me like that, I'll love pasta even more."

"Go away!"

The author has something to say:

[Note] Salieri and Mozart are contemporary musicians. However, contrary to Mozart's overly individual and rebellious style, Salieri's music style is relatively old-fashioned, so it was more sought after by people during his lifetime.

PS. Salieri's assassination of Mozart was a rumor out of jealousy. The relationship between the two musicians was very good, and Mozart entrusted his son to each other after his death.

What's more, I don't know what's going on, I really didn't plan to delay the plot, but I didn't write it down to the place I wanted to write.