[Rebirth] King of Theater

"Al, your clothes don't fit you well."

This morning, Mrs. Sylvie suddenly said such a sentence on the dining table.

"It's okay!" Al moved his body, except for feeling a little tense, there seemed to be nothing wrong.

Mrs. Sylvie looked at him carefully for a while, and found that the thin and thin son had really started to grow taller and stronger, especially the most obvious face. The face that was almost sunken by hunger at the beginning gradually became fleshy.Although due to being born prematurely, and due to excessive hunger and malnutrition when he was young, he still looks a little thinner than the average boy of the same age, but he finally has the skinny appearance of a boy, with a pair of green eyes that are extremely piercing and radiant. It's also very energetic, like... like, yes, like a wild cat that has just laid down its territory, with a high-spirited look.

She had mixed feelings in her heart, and in the end she just said: "It's too small, the trouser legs are not long enough, and the sleeves seem to be a bit too short."

"But it doesn't seem like you've worn the clothes for too long?" Al didn't react, his tone was incomprehensible, as if he couldn't figure it out.

Mrs. Sylvie's expression was a little dazed: "It's been a long time. When you first found a job, you found someone to do it... Sigh, so to speak, it's been more than half a year since your father passed away."

She said softly: "You have grown taller."

busy...

Has it been so long?

Al couldn't help but be stunned.

Madame Sylvie continued: "Your age is just the time to grow..."

Then, as if she didn't know what to say, she repeated, "Al, you've really grown taller!"

"No wonder, no wonder I'm awkward in this dress..."

"You take it off now, and I'll change it for you with a needle and thread, and it will be ready soon, without delaying your work."

When wearing clothes in this era, in order to save money, you usually order a size up. When you get them back, the women at home will fold the sleeves and trouser legs and sew them up. You don't need to buy new ones anymore, you can continue to wear them.

Therefore, Al was not surprised when he heard this, and directly took off his clothes for her.

Mrs. Sylvie took out her needle and thread, and altered it skillfully.

It's just that her belly is getting bigger and bigger now, and she can't help stretching her hands behind her head to help her waist from time to time.

Al, who has been so busy lately that he has been concentrating on the musical, realized: "Mom, are you about to give birth?"

Mrs. Sylvie said lightly: "Yes, probably only this month."

...can you imagine?

Al was almost scared to death!

After his clothes were changed, Mrs. Sylvie urged him to go to work, but he dared not leave.

What if he is still foolishly rehearsing the show on the other side, and the real mother at home starts giving birth, what should I do?

But Mrs. Sylvie was surprisingly calm and confident in such matters.

She looked at her eldest son inexplicably: "What's the fuss about having a child! Including you, I have given birth to three."

After Al said something about hiring someone to babysit the younger siblings and sending her to the hospital for delivery, it was like stabbing a hornet's nest.

The lady yelled angrily:

"What? Go to the hospital? You must be out of your mind!"

"I can give birth by myself, and if I don't go to the hospital, the hospital is a scam."

"I'm your mother, do you still need to teach me to give birth to a child?"

"Back then, on the immigration ship, not to mention the midwife, there wasn't even a drop of hot water. I gave birth to you anyway. Aren't you healthy now?"

After listening to these words patiently, Al told her calmly: "Pack up your things and take you to the hospital now."

Mrs. Sylvie stared at him: "I won't go."

Al said forcefully: "There is no discussion, I told you what you have to do, that's all."

Mrs. Sylvie stayed for two seconds, wailing, raised the scissors and cut the newly altered clothes in half.

"what!"

"...I really like that dress!"

"Can you imagine?" Al said angrily to Luke.

Just now he took Mrs. Sylvie to the hospital with great difficulty, and sent his younger siblings to Luke's house, and asked Luke's grandma to take care of them for a few days, so he bumped into Luke and stood at the door talking: " I cared about her, and worried that something might happen to her at home alone, so I deliberately emptied my wallet, spent money to send her to the hospital, and hired a nurse to take care of her. From then on, I didn't let her do any housework, and let her eat with her clothes and mouth. She might never have enjoyed such a wonderful day that she could never have imagined, but she actually cried like she was dying, as if I was going to drag her away and sell her."

However, Luke was not on his side.

His personality is actually not normal (in other words, few children struggling to grow up in the slums these days have normal personalities), he belongs to the kind of "I think you are good, you are good at everything, and you can't do well." Well, I can also help you find the reason; but if I see you as bad, you are not good at anything, and if you do well, I can also find faults.” Typical.

So, again, the aftereffects of lying.

Because Al, the dog translator, has been stirring up trouble between Mrs. Sylvie and Luke for a long time, translating the speeches of both parties indiscriminately, it has directly led to Luke always naively thinking that Mrs. Sylvie, like his grandma, is a "friendly and approachable woman". Respectable, kind and simple, and also has such a good (blind) vision that she can like and appreciate herself", a good lady.

So, after hearing these complaints, not only did he fail to comfort his friend, but he also raised a question: "Did you throw her in the hospital alone?"

Al couldn't help being stunned: "Ah? What do you mean by losing? I really don't understand this. Is it still my fault?"

"I don't mean to criticize. Of course you have good intentions, but taking care of people is not just a matter of spending money."

"Oh, then, what should I do?"

"You have to care about her! Think about it, she is pregnant with a child and is about to give birth. Her husband is gone, and her son is not around. She is helpless, lonely, and has no one she knows, even if she is being taken care of in the hospital. But after all, it is an unfamiliar environment, and there are strangers around, so I must be extremely restless and hesitant."

"What you said really makes sense."

Al couldn't help applauding him, nodded repeatedly and said: "It's all my fault! As long as you become a saint, you can't complain about the slightest bit. Even a saint is obviously lonely and alone, and he has to rack his brains all day long and work hard to make money. Raising a family, but occasionally being negligent and not paying attention to the mental health of family members is wrong and reprehensible."

Luke became anxious all of a sudden, and shouted as if he had suffered an injustice: "You know that's not what I meant."

"Okay, okay, it's meaningless to say this, the saint has to go to work." Al said so angrily, turned and left.

Luke was so angry that he was about to cry, and wanted to chase after him, but suddenly he heard his grandma calling him from the house, so he hesitated for a while...

When he chased him out again, Al had already run away and disappeared, and he was dejected for a while, as if he had lost all strength.

Al, on the other hand, was not so angry.

He was just in a bad mood, and unconscionably vented his anger on his little friend: "Oh, it's really hard to be a human being."

Fortunately, no matter whether it is Mrs. Sylvie, an elderly mother, or the younger siblings, they have already made arrangements, and finally there is no need to worry about the future.

Al then rubbed his face, letting himself show a positive and energetic working state again.

When it came to the small theater that Mr. Milson rented to rehearse, no one noticed that there was anything wrong with him.

Chris also pulled him to choose the skirt to wear in the show, and asked coquettishly: "Come and see, which of these two skirts is better? Will the amaranth red look old-fashioned to me? Burgundy is red?" Isn't it better?"

Al stared at the red color, which was obviously the same, and stayed there for two seconds.

He pretended to look at it seriously, and then pointed to the amaranth red solemnly and said, "Then choose this Burgundy wine red."

Chris couldn't help raising her eyebrows, slowly put the two skirts back together, turned her head and walked away without saying a word.

There was silence at first.

Then, there was a burst of laughter.

After he knew what kind of joke he had made, Al was not ashamed.

He thought thick-skinned: "As a man, if he can't tell the difference between amaranth and burgundy, it shouldn't be a sin that should go to hell, right?"

Next, it starts to work.

The stage manager in the crew handed Al a booklet, which contained the contact information, home address and emergency contact of everyone in the crew if he couldn’t come for some reason. In addition, there were recent rehearsals The planner and daily schedule, as well as some crew rules, such as no smoking in public areas, no outsiders allowed to watch rehearsals and so on.

Everything is arranged clearly and clearly.

It can be seen that this is definitely an experienced and mature crew.

Al stopped trying to think about what he should do, and turned to the pages of this week's schedule, checked today's schedule, and found that the next job was to attend the script reading meeting.

In fact, script readings are usually held on the first day of rehearsal for the actors.

One is to let everyone be familiar with the content of the script, and the other is to let the actors and staff be familiar with each other.After all, if things go well, these people will be working together for a long time to come, and they can't even call each other by name.

However, due to the delay in the male lead being in place, the event has been delayed until now.

Thinking of this, he stopped wandering around and went directly to the room that was used as a temporary meeting room, waiting for the script reading session to start.

In this room, the stage manager directs the crew to place chairs.

Placement is also important.

Usually the chairs are arranged in a circle.

In this way, everyone's face can be clearly seen, and at the same time, it conveys a truth to everyone:

This is a democratic crew.

Whether you are an extra or a main actor, it is equally important to the crew.

There is no such thing as a hierarchy.

We should unite and respect each other.

This kind of attention is undoubtedly a very fine tradition.

But in fact, there is no way to erase the level thing with such a simple rule, so...

"You came too early."

When the stage manager saw Al coming in, he reminded him kindly and cryptically.

If you are really a new playwright, you probably don't understand what he means, or even understand his kindness.

But for Al, who had been working his way up from the bottom in his previous life, he immediately understood.

Because attending a meeting also has a set of rules of conduct.

Naturally, the stage managers and staff were the first to arrive, followed by the secondary actors, then the main actors, and finally the director, producer, and playwright.

The occasional exception is when the crew has a star with a particularly high profile.

As a celebrity, he naturally has the right to be the last to be there.

Although most of these rules are purely looking for something to do, artificially setting limits.

But sometimes we have to admit that each circle has its own set of survival rules.

If you don't agree, you don't have to abide by it.

But there is no need to pretend to shut out other people's good intentions.

Therefore, although Al didn't take this set of rules seriously, he still bowed slightly to the stage manager, thanking him for his reminder.

The stage manager nodded silently, and did not intend to continue the conversation.

But Al's expression in this way means that his kindness has been rewarded, and he is still very comfortable in his heart.

Afterwards, with a burst of laughter and laughter, the actors filed in.

Everyone was surprised to see the young playwright who arrived early, but when they thought of his newcomer status, they thought he didn't know the rules, so they all gave him a friendly smile.

When Mr. Milson and the others arrived later, Al was already familiar with all the cast members.

After everyone was seated and the room was quiet, Director Hank Lee sat in his seat, patrolling the audience with eagle-like eyes, making sure everyone was paying attention, and then solemnly took the After the script came out, he read seriously and solemnly: "Act [-], scene [-]..."

Al was in a trance for a while, unable to distinguish the past life from the present life for a while.

But in fact, no matter how many times he has experienced it, whenever he hears the story he created being recited by the actors sitting together, he will be like a child getting a toy, with bright green eyes, Secretly, I was so excited that I couldn't help myself: "Ah, that's great! Listen, come and listen! This is the world I created!"

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PS. I fixed a bug yesterday. Al is 14 years old. His father passed away in September. At that time, Mrs. Sylvie was pregnant for about a month. So, he is fourteen now, and he will be fifteen next year (reselling theater tickets is only a few blocks away, and the business is not that big, so it doesn't take much time).

PS. Readers who often read my articles know that my timeline is often in a mess. I worked hard to calculate the time last night. cruel.