[Rebirth] King of Theater

No matter how long the rehearsals have been, weeks, months, or years, when the curtain is about to lift...

Everyone still feels: time is too short, I'm not ready yet!

But no one was ready to take the stage again.

This is an unchangeable world law.

So, when Mr. Milson said that before the first performance, he was going to go to a foreign theater (if this fails, the impact will be minimized, if it goes well, he can make a comeback with a makeover) for an official preview...

Al's throat was inevitably dry, like a recruit about to go to the battlefield, his heart beat violently: "Is it so fast?"

But at this time, Mr. Milson has entered the proper "pre-war state".

As a veteran dramatist, except for very special circumstances, he will never easily discourage his performance troupe. Before the performance starts, he will incarnate a kind of beautiful existence comparable to the cheerleaders next to the football field, helping to cheer up everywhere. Although she doesn't know how to wear short skirts or do lap dances, she always has a smile on her face and is full of confidence.

This attitude undoubtedly had a positive impact on the crew.

Seeing the confident look of the producer who spent money on the whole show, everyone couldn't help but relax.

Al really liked the atmosphere.

After working in the industry for more than ten years in his previous life, the theater troupes he came into contact with are already extremely commercialized.

At that time, no one paid much attention to human feelings and understanding, let alone trying to help everyone relieve their tension.

In a highly competitive circle, if a person can't even overcome his own tension, then, sorry, there is usually only one end for him-get out!

In this case, even the audience can clearly see that every actor is tense and dare not make the slightest mistake.

Although it is true that their performances are not bad at all, they are just not bad!

The kind of improvisational performance that belongs to the artist, and the beauty of the occasional stroke of genius, have completely disappeared!

The only fast food that exists in the world is McDonald's and KFC, which are fast, error-free, and always taste exactly the same.

thought here.

Al then looked at Mr. Milson's figure in fascination and awe.

He walked up and down, shook hands and patted everyone on the shoulder one by one, could clearly remember the names of everyone in the crew, and then, he could accurately give appropriate compliments.At this time, the face of the person being praised can't help showing the surprise of "you actually know that I have such strengths", followed by an expression of great pride and happiness.

If the next show is a war.

Al had no doubt that even if there was a disparity between the enemy and the enemy, this lowly man would eventually die on the battlefield, but at the moment before they died, they should also be able to recall Mr. Milson's bright bald head under the light and those who could almost say Praise from the bottom of my heart, and then, smiling uncontrollably, calmly died.

"Ah! I think so too."

Al thought excitedly.

Do not misunderstand.

Not baldness, but a personality that makes people willing to die for it.

As a result, the rehearsal has been officially written into the plan.

After everything was ready, everyone got on the train and headed to a small theater in another place.

Because of the large number of crew members and a lot of luggage and props, it took up several carriages.

As soon as everyone came in, they began to chat and discuss the plot lively. Occasionally, when the mood came, they were lucky enough to hear these versatile actors singing and playing the harmonica.

Al was in a trance at first, always feeling like a dream.

Until the train started roaring forward, he couldn't help but look out the window to confirm whether he was really on the train...

At this time, all the scenery was receding quickly, and the slums where he lived since childhood had become a small microcosm at this time, and the family burden that had always been on his shoulders suddenly seemed to be temporarily removed. Despite how base and undeserved he felt deep down, he did feel a burst of relief from the inside, and his breath was filled with freedom.

But only for a moment!

Al, who could never get rid of his responsibility, forced himself back to reality.

When everyone else was playing and frolicking, he once again took out the pen and paper and the professional books he carried with him, and started to study seriously, writing and writing in his notebook!

until……

A white paper plate containing a small shell cake appeared in front of him very abruptly.

"God created the world, and on the seventh day he also rested."

The little boy with blond hair and blue eyes appeared out of nowhere, and said with a smile, "Try it, I made it."

"Why did you come with me?" Al was a little surprised.

"I don't want to come either, but Matt's bastard, no one is watching."

Randy immediately became unhappy: "The reason why he was expelled from the band last time was because he drank stupidly and overslept before going on stage! Although he has vowed to quit drinking and work hard this time, I don't think so. I don't believe it."

"He's been doing really well lately."

Al comforted and said, "You may be thinking too much."

Randy immediately rolled his eyes, and his pink lips were still pursed in disdain, but that pretty and indistinguishable look was just like a beautiful boy who came off a Victorian oil painting, so even this kind of not-so-good-looking vicious The expression is also quite pleasing to the eye.

However, he obviously didn't want to talk about Matt, and instead continued to promote the small cake he made: "Come on, eat one quickly. I just learned a new and improved recipe, Madeleine cake!"

Al cooperatively picked up the exquisite green cake, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully, he couldn't help but be amazed, and thought: "This is the real genius! He can learn anything, can compose beautiful melodies, and can make music. Such a beautiful cake."

The cake looked so good, I couldn't bear to eat it.

Until Randy kept urging him to stop looking and take a quick bite.

Alcai reluctantly bit on it.

Ahhh...hell at the first bite.

terrible!

How can normal humans make flour have such a weird taste?

"How does it taste?"

Randy stared at him intently, with a childlike look on his face, full of anticipation.

Al was naturally reluctant to see people disappointed, and lost the courage to tell the truth in an instant.

"It's fine." He lied out of conscience.

A smile of joy appeared on Randy's face.

He took out a small straw basket from behind, which was filled with colorful, beautiful and exquisite cakes that were comparable to works of art, with a generous expression like a billionaire: "Eat as much as you want, as much as you want."

Al stared blankly, motionless.

In fact, the horrible thing has not been completely swallowed yet, and is hiding between the teeth, silently waiting for the owner of the tooth to find an unobtrusive opportunity to put it in a tissue and throw it in the trash.

but now……

Al began to think silently: "Can I still reach my destination alive?"

Thank God.

When he reached his destination, he was still alive and well.

It's just because the distance is relatively long, when the crew arrived, it was already dark.

The janitor came out sleepily, handed them the key and went back to sleep, not bothering to entertain them.

However, everyone did not expect any warm welcome, let alone pretend to be polite.

After a whole day of train ride, there are probably only three things on everyone's mind: delicious food, hot water, and a comfortable bed.

But time is running out. Tomorrow night is the time for the rehearsal. Everyone must seize every minute and every second. The staff must first move in the props and sets, and then simply check the venue and prepare for the layout; the actors must also be familiar with the stage. If I have the time and energy, I will do the series again.

At this time, the cramped little theater was empty.

The dim lights were not very bright, and it was a gloomy and bleak scene.

Al couldn't help sighing in a low voice: "It's no wonder there are stories of "The Phantom of the Opera" in the world. Just seeing this kind of theater, even I feel that there are some terrible ghosts hidden in the dark."

Mr. Milson couldn't help laughing: "The playwright's imagination is too strong! But, who knows? Maybe there are ghosts in the world, but we can't see them."

"Stop thinking about ghosts."

Their leading man, Matt, jumped off the stage and made a serious protest: "Where is the hotel we booked? Please get me something to eat! If this continues, you don't even think about performing tomorrow." , stand on the stage and apologize directly! Oh, I’m sorry, everyone! I’m sorry to inform everyone of a sad news...Last night, we accidentally starved the male lead to death, so the show is over.”

Everyone laughed.

Only Randy sneered at the side: "Maybe that's a good thing instead, saving you from embarrassment."

I have long been accustomed to seeing this father and son's way of getting along with each other, and everyone couldn't help but want to laugh.

In fact, Matt does have many shortcomings, such as, no sense of time, not serious rehearsals, serious emotions, occasionally seeing beautiful actresses, flirting, poor living habits, drinking, not taking a bath, and no responsibility Xin, the painting style is different from everyone else.

But get along for a long time.

Everyone can't hate him anymore.

Because this person is too consistent, although he lives too much of himself, he is very real.

For example, now, when everyone is tired and hungry, but habitually enduring silently, only he will jump out and help everyone shout out what is in his heart.

Mr. Milson looked down at his watch and found that it was already one o'clock in the morning.

So, the long day finally came to an end.

Everyone hurried to the hotel they had booked in advance, saying good night, or good morning?

Then, go back to each room, take the time to rest and prepare for the next longer and definitely more tiring day.