[Rebirth] King of Theater

Because I don't want to wait for the hero to fall from the sky.

But I don't know where to find it...

Al had no choice but to cast a wide net, and began to resume the unhealthy routine of "didn't go home until midnight when reselling theater tickets in the past".

He wanders back and forth in several nearby theaters every day. Whenever there is a performance, he goes out to find his friends to get tickets to watch it. He doesn't look at anything else, just staring at the male actors on the stage...

"It's strange, it's strange! Other men come to see girls, but you are here to see men."

Mr. Smith, the ticket seller, saw that he thought it was funny, so he winked and made fun of him.

Al gave him a hard look, and wanted to go back a few words...

But when he thought that the murderous male lead hadn't been found yet, he couldn't help feeling a little disheartened, so he threw aside the movie ticket he had just watched, and sat on the ground carelessly, propped on one leg, his body Leaning against the wall, leaning there, the posture is very decadent.

Since we met, I have always seen him full of confidence and confidence like an adult, and I have never seen such depression. .

Mr. Smith, the ticket seller, couldn't help feeling a little curious.

Speaking of which, this gentleman and Al have been friends for a long time.

There's a bit of anecdote to it.

When selling theater tickets to Al, he even boasted that he was just looking at you for pity, and that he was just helping out and not taking a cut.But later, I was surprised to find that reselling theater tickets was really very profitable. After calculating if I agreed to take the money I could get, I would immediately regret it. I sighed at home for several days, thinking that I missed the opportunity to make money .

But who knows, the peak will turn around.

At the end of the month, Al actually sent him the commissioned money.

What's more, this villain spoke very beautifully at that time.

He deliberately put on an angry and stern look, and pointed at the person when he came up and reprimanded: "What are you talking about? What do you mean that you have already agreed not to charge money? Why didn't I know that it was agreed? Who is with you? Okay? All I know is that you have helped me a lot and put in a lot of effort. You just looked at me as a child and said a little bit of politeness to me. What? These days, is it possible that anyone takes casual politeness seriously? Don’t be kidding! If I really use this to pretend to be stupid and take my politeness seriously, then who am I? An ungrateful white-eyed wolf?"

Uh... what's going on?

Is it my fault that no commission is charged?

Oh, I made you turn into a white-eyed wolf?

Mr. Smith, the ticket seller, was almost scolded for being stupid.

But I have to say that such a large step has already been erected, and it has been wiped clean, and it has all the face...

What is he being hypocritical about?

In the end, it was natural that he was willing to be scolded, and took the money with a smile on his face.

The money was not given in vain.

Since then, Mr. Smith has praised Al for his righteousness and generosity when he met everyone. Although he is young, he knows how to behave. After that, he reciprocated frequently and became a middleman, helping to contact the ticketing personnel in many theaters.

It can be said that Al's small development in the scalper business was inseparable from his great help.

Because of this, the relationship between the two has always been very close.

At this moment, I was stared at by Al...

He was not angry either. He looked around and saw that there was no one there, so he walked out of the ticket office with a smile, took a few newspapers and spread them on the floor, sat aside, and asked with concern: "What? What happened?" Trouble?"

Al didn't want to talk.

He is not a character who likes to show off, and he will not speak easily if he is not sure enough about everything.

Seeing Mr. Smith, he couldn't help sighing, and said something like this: "Talk to me, Al? I admit, you are smarter and more capable than me. But one can't carry everything on one's back in silence. , and you don’t make any mistakes. You can actually do more things that suit your age, act like a baby, whine, and act like a child once in a while.”

Al remained silent, acknowledging his concern.

But unfortunately, regardless of past and present lives, from the day his father died, he couldn't be a child, so even if he received such kindness, he still restrained himself and said lightly: "It's not a big deal! It’s just that when people are unlucky, they feel that everything is not going well, but I can always get over this hurdle!”

Mr. Smith sighed, knowing that the boy would not open his heart easily.

That being the case, he didn't bother to persuade him anymore, and planned to go back to the ticket booth and leave him alone.

But who knows, he just got up here...

Al didn't know what he saw, a pair of green eyes were about to light up instantly, and with a sharp eye, he quickly grabbed the newspaper that he had placed under his buttocks like a cat catching a mouse.

Mr. Smith was taken aback.

He widened his eyes and blurted out: "Did you see a ghost?"

"Oh?" Al just looked at the newspaper and didn't bother to answer.

"Oh! What the hell did you see, so excited?"

"Well?"

"I'm asking you?"

Al clutched the newspaper and smiled.

He blinked at the curious Mr. Smith, and said with a smile, "Didn't you already know?"

"Ah, it's so worrying. What did I already know?"

"Man, haven't I been looking for a man?"

He said it with deadly seriousness.

Mr. Smith knew that he was joking, and was a little dumbfounded for a while.

"Are you crazy?"

said Mr Milson in surprise.

He deliberately took off his glasses and wiped them, and after putting them on again, he carefully read the headlines circled with a pen in the newspaper.

I saw it read: [The famous rock singer Matt Parvender was officially expelled from the Echo Band at xx: xx this morning. ]

"Al, I know you're in a hurry, but wake up first, don't go to the doctor in such a hurry."

Mr. Milson couldn't help but said to Al: "Although we haven't found a suitable actor, we can't just choose one! Besides, the person you fancy is not with us at all."

"Why are you not in the same group?"

"We're a musical."

"Yeah, didn't he sing and dance on stage before?"

"That's different."

"What's the difference? One nose and one mouth, everyone is the same."

"You know what I'm talking about! Al, let's not talk about that person's reputation, just talk about his occupation..."

"What happened to the profession?"

"It's nothing, but it doesn't make sense for you to put an outdated rock star on the theater stage."

"If everything had to be reasonable, then I wouldn't be standing here."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you think, sir, that a poor boy from the ghetto should be a playwright?"

"Well……"

"Try it! Since we can't find suitable people in our circle, why not try outsiders?"

Al was eager to convince him.

Perhaps it seemed odd to Mr. Milson to have a rock star in the mass pop scene come and sing a musical.

The temperament of a rock star is too modern and too popular. With a musical that "although it originated from classical opera, it has changed with the times and has added singing and dancing performances to cater to the audience's preferences, but the singing and dancing still have a classic charm". It seems a bit like putting four mismatched wheels on a car, it's bound to be out of place.

But Al, who has the memory of his previous life, knows that the audience can definitely accept this art form.

In fact, the world of musical theater is far more inclusive than anyone can imagine.

Later, when Hollywood movies and TV became more and more powerful, and began to hit Broadway crazily and squeezed out the performing arts market, countless pioneer playwrights and theater producers began to innovate continuously when they were poor, such as ballet, rumba, black jazz, etc. , waltz, rap... even rock, electronic music, as long as you can think of it, it is all-encompassing and all-encompassing!

As a result, countless new elements with unparalleled freshness and exuberant vitality were injected into it at one go, opening up a brand new world, so that the musical was completely reborn from the ashes.

In that period, crossover performances were nothing new at all.

It is not uncommon for pop singers, film and television actors, even talk show hosts, if they want to and are willing to work hard, to go to the Broadway stage to enjoy the show.

Thinking of this, Al had a new idea.

Since there are memories from previous lives that prove that rock musicals can be successful, why not simply boldly try to add a little rock element to this play?Maybe, the rebellion of rock music and the sense of rebellion against society are just right for my "Womanic"!

But he dare not speak out directly now.

It doesn't matter if you choose a rock star as an actor, and you have to engage in rock singing in the play, Mr. Milson is afraid that he will be scared to death on the spot.

Therefore, he only encouraged from the actor's point of view: "Not all the actors in musicals were engaged in this industry at the beginning! They also came from all walks of life before, but they changed careers later. Compared with those end-of-life The person who washes the dishes, this rock star at least has no problem singing, and he has a lot of stage experience!"

In this way, Mr. Milson also felt reasonable.

Al licked his dry lips, and continued to say persistently: "I have a hunch that it can be done this time! Besides, if you don't try, do you have to wait? How much will it cost every day of delay! "

The last sentence successfully convinced Mr. Milson, who was not rich in funds.

He finally agreed to give it a try.

Al cheered, rushed over and gave Mr. Milson a big hug: "Trust me, sir!"

Then, he let go, walked backwards, and said happily, "We will definitely succeed. By then, I will be a well-known playwright, and you will be a well-known producer..."

Mr. Milson looked at him in a funny way, and was moved by the young man's passion for a moment, and he really thought that this time he would succeed.

After Al finished bragging, he ran away like a rabbit. He really didn't wait for a minute, and he couldn't wait to run to find the actor he had chosen.

However, it may be that good things have twists and turns...

As soon as he looked for it, he found the police station.

It is said that the rock star was arrested for provoking the police on the street. He was full, right?

OK, rock and roll.

When Al went there, he hadn't seen the real master yet, but he ran into Randy Pavender who came to bail his asshole old father first.

Because they were waiting for the same person, the two teenagers stood together in the reception room of the police station, and the atmosphere was very quiet.

Randy's long blond hair was tied into a ponytail, and his sea-like dark blue eyes stared at Al curiously, as if looking at something rare.

Al was a little embarrassed, wondering what was going on with him.

Until Randy spoke first...

He has the standard skin color of a Caucasian, and he raised his hand casually to pin a bunch of blond hair behind his ears. His fair skin is almost as beautiful as the snow against the background of the dark shirt, and his voice is probably inherited from his old singer. Father, very low and pleasant: "I didn't expect anyone to be willing to use him."

"Why do you say that?"

Al was a little puzzled: "I've heard Mr. Pavender's song, he sang very passionately, sincerely, and very nice."

"That old thing has only a few advantages left."

Randy smiled again, made a stop gesture, and said very bluntly: "Don't talk to me about respecting your father. It’s a puddle of mud. It’s not that I speak badly. As God testifies, everything I say is true. If you don’t believe me, just ask him, and he will admit it himself. As for, you invited him to perform some old-fashioned opera..."

"It's a musical." Al corrected.

"Well, anyway, I'm glad he's got another job. By the way, how much do you plan to pay him?" Randy asked straight to the point.

"Huh?" Al didn't seem to think of this question.

In his mind, he was only here today to offer an invitation, and there should be an interview or something next, and when everything is in order, it will be time to discuss the salary.

But the extremely beautiful young man in front of him seemed to be impatient to sell his father in tears.

He asked the price in an unprofessional tone: "Let's do it, 200 yuan per week for food and housing, and I promise to let him sign a contract with you."

Is this the real son?

I really didn't expect such a development. To be honest, Al was a little confused at first.

But for children from the slums, bargaining is instinctive.

Therefore, as soon as he entered this "professional field", before his brain officially realized what was going on, he blurted out reflexively: "One hundred, two hundred is too expensive."

Randy stood there in silence, glaring at him with those blue eyes for a long moment.

Until Al began to regret his behavior just now: "Uh, I'm sorry... But, well, the salary of a newcomer actor is usually only [-]...Hey, I didn't mean that your father is a newcomer, I mean... If you are not satisfied, how about ..."

The prostitute boy suddenly rushed over aggressively.

He grabbed Al's hand, raised it, gave a forced high-five, and announced loudly, "Deal!"

For a moment, Al felt a sense of regret after "impulse shopping".

What would it be like to be despised by his own son as such a person?