[Rebirth] King of Theater

The time for the return train is around one o'clock in the afternoon.

Therefore, everyone in the crew kept playing around until two or three o'clock in the morning before going back to the hotel sleepily to catch up on sleep.

But during this period of rest, Randy didn't know what was wrong with him, and he couldn't think of anything else except Al.

After returning to the hotel room, he threw his favorite recipes into the suitcase for the first time. Instead, he ran to Matt's side, brought the script of "The Womanizer", and read it over and over again...

Then, he couldn't wait to imagine the scene of meeting Al in the afternoon: "When I get on the train, I can sit in the seat next to him and talk about some topics together, for example, he should be grateful for this drama." Interesting... Well, but what should I say to make me look cool and good? It can't be all praise, it will be considered mediocre nonsense; all criticism can't do, think about that fool who sells health products. If you have something to say, say something... Wouldn’t it be safer to analyze the character’s personality? Or, just talk about those songs? By the way, did he complain before? Not satisfied with the song?"

Wait, which ones are there?

Thinking of this, his imagination suddenly got stuck.

What are those songs?What are those songs?

Randy started flipping through the script quickly, frantically flipping through the pages.

Matt, who was about to have a good sleep, closed his eyes when he was woken up by his cheating son.

He sat up angrily, and asked patiently, "What are you looking for? What time is it? Are you not sleepy?"

Randy thought for a while, but didn't mention Al. He just said that he felt that there were two songs in the play that were not good enough and wanted to change them.

Matt couldn't help but look suspicious: "You are actually interested in this kind of thing? Don't you always only care about how to make flour, butter and lettuce look better?"

"I also want to change my mood once in a while."

"Son, do you think I will believe it?"

"Shut up if you don't help," Randy said sullenly.

Therefore, Matt, who can be called a scumbag template, immediately chose to shut up, but before he shut up, he mocked his son: "If you hadn't confirmed it on purpose when you were a child... that expression you just had, tsk tsk I really thought I gave birth to a daughter, and I started to feel pregnant as soon as I saw a man."

Randy was so angry that he jumped up and wanted to kill his father.

After tossing around like this, when I was about to board the train in the afternoon...

Randy suddenly felt a little timid again.

Moreover, the eagerness in his heart to get close to and communicate with the other party seemed to miraculously disappear after a few hours of tossing and tangling.

Al was the same as always.

However, he has now adjusted his mood and maintained his usual composure, so naturally the overly revealing joy of last night was no longer on his face. Although he still had a smile on his face, it was just a habitual three-point smile. , is not particularly real, and it doesn't look like when I stood on the stage last night... fluttering and shining.

While Randy still wanted to get closer, he couldn't help but began to doubt himself: "Did I have some hallucinations last night?"

As a result, such a hesitation...

It directly led to the failure of his original plan.

Director Hank Lee stole all his scenes.

With a stern face, this old-fashioned gentleman took the lead in taking the seat next to Al, holding the script of "The Womanizer" in his hand and said, "It's still a long journey, let's just talk about this." A play."

Al readily agreed.

His personality has always been restrained and low-key, such as the almost youthful and frivolous behavior last night, it is already an extremely rare gaffe, and now he is back to normal, immediately showing a very professional attitude, and he is not too obsessed with what he achieved last night Instead, he humbly asked Director Hank Lee for advice: "Do you think there are any shortcomings in this show?"

Seeing this, director Hank Lee couldn't help but raise his rating by a few more points in his heart, thinking to himself: "It's not unusual to be young and talented, but while young and talented, you can still maintain this attitude of being neither arrogant nor impetuous, A humble and prudent attitude is really rare in a hundred years."

But even though he already admired it to the extreme in his heart, he still said mercilessly: "I think, through last night's rehearsal, there are already countless problems exposed in this drama."

Al immediately made a listening posture.

Director Hank Lee said bluntly: "There are many lengthy and useless plots that should be deleted, so the first thing we have to do now is to delete. It will not be exciting, it will not attract the audience's attention, and it will not hurt the main line. Delete all the plots, and when only the essence is left, we will study how to make it more exciting. By the way, I made some comments on the script last night. You can take a look at it first, and we can discuss it later. "

Al took the script with both hands, and said with a smile: "Coincidentally, I happen to have some immature opinions in this regard, and I just want to ask for your advice."

With that said, he also took out a script from his bag and handed it to Director Hank Lee.

So, the two opened each other's script at the same time, and were shocked by the other's serious and rigorous attitude at the same time!

Two scripts.

Each one is filled with dense comments, impressions, and some performances of the audience while watching.

Director Hank Lee looked at the young playwright in surprise: "You wrote this?"

Al nodded embarrassedly.

"Amazing." Director Hank Lee exclaimed.

"Didn't you do the same?" Al immediately replied flatteringly.

"But I'm already 53 this year."

Director Hank Lee said in a very complicated tone: "After experiencing countless ups and downs, it took me 20 years to gradually understand a truth - in our industry, talent is precious, but it doesn't necessarily last forever. Only the progress and success brought about by hard work and continuous writing are real and permanent. Most young people don’t know this truth, and you are not yet twenty this year.”

This is not easy to answer. I feel that everything I say is showing off.

Al couldn't explain that he had been in this industry for nearly ten years in his previous life, so he kept smiling and remained silent.

Fortunately, Director Hank Lee only sighed a few words.

Soon, he brought the topic back to the plot of "The Womanizer".

Next, they negotiated together to rewrite the climax part again, trying to increase some explosive power, and at the same time, delete a lot of redundant plots in the early stage, for example, the love between the male protagonist and several female protagonists, delete as needed , The audience's comprehension ability is actually very high. In many cases, it is not necessary to explain everything in detail.

The two workaholics talked more and more happily. They almost wished they could revise the script on the train, and after they got off the train, they immediately dragged everyone in the crew to rehearse.

So, all the way, Randy couldn't find an opportunity to go up and chat with Al again.

When the train arrived at the station, he couldn't help feeling that if he didn't do something, he might regret it.

Tangled for a long time!

Impulsively, he ignored his father Matt calling him behind, and ran over to ask, "Al, can I visit your house?"

Al agreed.

But afterwards, I was very annoyed.

He had no desire to show friends around his dreadful home.

But the pretty boy with blond hair and blue eyes pretending to be cute is really pleasing to the eye, especially the questioning expression of "I'm heartbroken, aren't we good friends?" It's impossible to refuse.

Randy was full of curiosity and acted particularly excited along the way.

Although after entering the slums, he couldn't help showing a look of surprise at the dirty and messy scene on the street, but it was pure surprise, not contempt or contempt, so it didn't hurt people very much.

"Well...the district doesn't have much money, so the cleaners don't come here for a long time."

Al was still a little embarrassed, and couldn't help explaining the litter on the street and the unpleasant smell in the air.

Randy blinked, unable to think of what to say for a moment.

At this time, a boy wearing a newsboy hat saw them and suddenly shouted: "Boss, why did you just come back!"

"Best?" Al looked at him in surprise.

The boy in the newsboy hat immediately ran over, danced and said, "Luke has been looking for you for the past few days, but your mother has given birth!"

Your mother gave birth?

What is this new way of saying hello?

Randy burst out laughing.

In his opinion, what a fun thing this is!

But Al didn't think it was funny.

He was completely stunned.

Ashamed to say, in his original memory, the child in Mrs. Sylvie's womb had no sense of existence.

Because according to the fate of his previous life, he completely disappeared into the world before he even had time to give birth to his mother's womb, so there was no trace left at all, so that now he heard the words "born"... He was obviously waiting for it all the time However, there was a feeling of dreaming for no reason.

"It's different, it's different."

He couldn't help muttering to himself, for the first time he had the sense of reality of 'the world is really different'.

Thinking of this, he couldn't wait to run towards the hospital without hesitation. Because he ran too fast, he even fell down, but immediately jumped up like a rabbit, and kept running...

Best was startled, and hurriedly chased after him while shouting, "Boss, wait, I'll call a car."

Randy didn't figure out anything yet, and was at a loss, so he had to run along with him.

After some twists and turns, I finally rushed to the hospital.

Al walked quickly towards the ward where Mrs. Sylvie was.

When he finally arrived and stood at the door looking in, he saw...

In the ward, Mrs. Sylvie was pale, staring blankly at the ceiling, and lying on the bed extremely weak. Grandma Luke was sitting by the bed, holding her hand, and was chattering. There were Luke, John, and Mary, all standing by the bed, watching over her with concern.

"Al!"

At this time, Mrs. Sylvie glanced at him inadvertently, and suddenly saw him at the door, and immediately shouted.

Her expression became agitated in an instant, and, in a hurry, she muttered a lot in Sicilian dialect: "God! You damn little beggar! Where did you go? You don't want your mother!" Is it? I’m going crazy! This old lady doesn’t know what she’s doing! Every day, she recites mantras in words I don’t understand, endlessly! There’s also this little yellow-haired rascal who insists on coming over every day Watch me, I'm scared to death, do you owe him money?"

Al's heart was full of warmth, and it all turned into dumbfounding in an instant.

But he walked over patiently, stretched out his hand to pat Mrs. Sylvie's hand, and replied softly in Sicilian dialect: "Mom, don't be afraid, I'm back."

Mrs. Sylvie raised her hand and wanted to hit him again, wanted to scold him for running around and playing around, wanted to be angry with him for throwing herself into a strange place where she was not familiar with the place and did not understand the language!

I don't know if it's because I just gave birth...

The motherhood in the body that was tortured by life to the point of disappearing was able to return for a short time.

She softened.

Especially seeing Al standing next to that yellow-haired Luke, obviously not a few years younger, but still a little younger than others, it's fine for a premature baby with a small skeleton, but he's thin and weak, with little flesh on his body...

Too sad!

But after thinking about it, such a thin and weak child has been carrying the whole family without hesitation, feeding and clothing the younger siblings, and allowing the child in her belly to be born smoothly and see the sun.

Madame Sylvie's heart was tumbling violently, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She sat up suddenly, tightly grasped her son's thin and thin wrist, and said very abruptly: "Thank you, Al! Thank you."

Al first took a step back in fright...

After realizing what his mother said, a look of bewilderment appeared on his face.

Luke watched the scene silently.

He couldn't understand Mrs. Sylvie's long series of dialects, but he still vaguely knew such simple words as "thank you", so he kept watching the mother and child communicate in silence.

Followed all the way, Randy, who still didn't understand anything, stood blankly at the door.

Looking at the strange and slightly heavy scene of [Mother thanking her son], he felt mixed feelings in his heart, and suddenly felt that all his previous troubles and entanglements were extremely ridiculous and not worth mentioning.

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PS. I don't whitewash Mrs. Sylvie, she is a negative character.