[Rebirth] King of Theater

Although deep down, Miss Grace is not very satisfied with the buy one (Randy) get one free (Al), the new guide delivered to the door.

But Al was very calm and natural about this, and only put on a business-like attitude, patiently asking about the current specific situation of the troupe.

For example, what is the upcoming new play?What type?Is it opera?ballet?Or musical?Or a musical?Do you already have a script, or do you need to rewrite it?Has the actor been decided yet?Still need to audition?How are the sets and costumes arranged?How many rehearsals have you had so far?Still haven't practiced a game?Are there any videos and tapes of the actors' auditions or auditions?

In short, a series of questions are like hailstones that suddenly fell, and they were caught off guard and smashed down.

Everyone is confused!

Grace really underestimated this too young guide at first.

But after the other party showed a very professional and serious attitude and asked all kinds of questions that would be involved, she was stunned and surprised at the same time, and finally believed in Randy's exaggerated introduction before.And, after confirming that no matter whether the young playwright is really talented or not, she is at least a person who knows everything, just for this point, she put away her contempt.

After thinking about it, she finally talked about the troupe's current progress with embarrassment: "Actually, it's nothing. It's just that we all came up with a fun idea not long ago. It's about a ghost who loses his memory. In the process of searching for memory, he accidentally fell in love with a woman, but when he retrieved his memory, he found that the woman was the murderer who had killed him."

"……Then?"

"What then, it's gone!"

"Uh, it sounds pretty good, can you show me the script?"

"No, it's just an idea."

"Sorry? I don't quite get it."

"There is no script, no one has written it yet."

"..."

"Randy said you are a playwright, you write it."

Al: ...

When Grace said this, there was a look of embarrassment on her face.

Compared to Al's detailed inquiry just now, his answer seems less reliable.

Al finally understood.

The so-called thinking of an idea probably focuses on "thinking".

In other words, nothing was prepared.

There is no script, no actors, no songs designed according to the plot, no dances... All progress is temporarily stuck in "thinking".

Maybe amateur teams are like this!

Excitedly impromptu, get together in a daze, prepare in a mess, full of enthusiasm and fighting spirit, usually the rehearsal pit is also active and lively, but there is no organization and discipline, and there is no reasonable plan... The final result, only It can be said that most of the gains outweigh the losses, and get twice the result with half the effort.

"Sure enough, the salary is not for nothing."

Al thought to himself: "I haven't enjoyed anything in two lifetimes. I really deserve this fate!"

It's too boring to think too much, anyway, let's go step by step.

That day, after Al came home, he closed the door on his own, and started a new round of sleepless nights and hard work in the new room occupied by "Overbearing".

At night, Luke learned that his friends were too busy to eat.

He immediately volunteered to take the place of Madame Sylvie, and went to Arles with the supper.

After Al opened the door and saw him holding a plate of food, his expression was very strange.

He couldn't help but ask, "Did my mother see you? What did she say exactly? She actually let you come in and serve me dinner?"

Luke didn't understand what Al meant.

Under the nonsense of an unreliable translator, he still thinks that Mrs. Sylvie loves and appreciates him, just as his grandma loves and appreciates Al very much.

So he replied very flatteredly: "I don't understand what she said, she should be praising me? Anyway, as soon as I picked up the plate, she rushed over to stop it... If you want me to say, Al, your mother You are so polite! We have known each other for so many years, and we have been united by blood. Your home is my home, and I am not a guest. Helping out with a meal is nothing at all."

Al was 100% sure that his own mother didn't have any polite reason to stop him, nine times out of ten she didn't want him to take the food.

But until now, this matter has been explained and it hurts feelings. Forget it, it’s almost fifty chapters and it hasn’t been punctured, so let the beautiful lie continue.

So, Luke was ignorant, and still thought that he was welcomed by all members of Al's family.

He lazily leaned back on the bed, watching Al gobble his food, and chatting about... some nonsense that he thought Al might be interested in, might like to hear, some theater Just about to redecorate, a certain drama actor is on three boats, or, when a certain new play is staged, the audience mercilessly smashed eggs...

After hearing this, Al couldn't help interjecting: "Thinking about my drama being treated like this, I'm really sad."

Luke hurriedly said: "How can you say that? You are different from them, you are a genius playwright."

Al looked at the script with only a few paragraphs written on the table, and couldn't help but pretend to be pitiful with a bitter face: "Genius playwrights sometimes don't have inspiration."

Luke hurriedly asked what was going on with concern.

Al casually told him about his new job.

After finishing speaking, he couldn't help complaining a few words: "I still like writing scripts, but if it's my own idea, I can write it casually. But this time I want to write according to their ideas, write I can’t help trying to figure out what they want, after all, they paid for it! But they can’t say anything, and the only thing they say is endless. A ghost falls in love with a Woman, it turned out that the woman was a murderer, gone! But, what happened next? Why did the woman kill? Why did the ghost lose her memory? What is the relationship between the two? No! I don’t know what kind of story they want!”

Luke didn't understand half of it, but he was also worried about him: "It does sound a bit nerve-wracking."

Then, he suggested: "Didn't you say that you are applying for a job as a director this time? You don't have to worry about writing the script. Since this idea is so difficult to write, why don't you just ask someone else to write it? Don't be too tired. ah."

"But who can I write it for?" Al asked with a casual smile.

Luke racked his brains and thought for a long time: "Didn't you admire that Curtis before? Spend more money to hire one! And those celebrities in your industry, go find that Hugo, And what about Wilde...Anyway, there must be someone who can help."

"I think both Hugo and Wilde are probably not good enough." Al couldn't help saying seriously.

Luke frowned and asked, "How should I say it? Poor writing? Or bad character? Don't be too picky."

"No, I mean, they've been dead for years."

"Oh... you're dead! Wait, what's that look on your face...Damn it, were you laughing at me just now? You must be laughing at me!"

"No, no, I know you care about me and love me." But Al still laughed as he said.

Then, he had an idea: "Thanks to you, Luke! I really have an idea now."

"I'm glad you have a new idea, but what does it have to do with me? It's not just trying to make fun of me again?"

"No, God testifies, it's all your fault this time! Didn't you just ask me to find Wilde?"

"Oh, how dare you say that! He's dead!"

"But he left so many good things behind."

"So what if you leave it behind? You can't just take other people's things."

"Wilde won't mind." Al wrote a Salome (Salome) in the blank space of the script with a smile, first asked casually, and then said to himself: "Do you think, love you love When it comes to killing you, isn't that a sick reason for murder? Well, when it comes to this... how about singing it? Please put me like a seal on your heart, please wear me like a stamp on your arm, just because love is like death Powerful...【Note】"

Luke watched him asking and answering himself, gradually fascinated, and didn't bother.

He lay on his back on the bed with a relaxed body, stared at the ceiling in a daze, and listened quietly to Al muttering to himself beside him, and said the phrase [I love you to the point of killing you] to After thinking about it over and over again, I was puzzled for a while: "Oh, how do these cultural people grow their brains? If you love someone, how can you be willing to hurt him? If you really want to kill him , I'm afraid... nine times out of ten, it's either that you don't love her, or you're a pervert!"

The author has something to say:

[Note] A few words from "The Bible Song of Solomon".

PS. Salome obeyed the instigation of her mother Herodias. After dancing for King Herod, Salome asked for the head of John the Baptist as a reward.Later, this story was adapted into a play by Oscar Wilde, and it became that Salome couldn't love her, and she still begged for John's head as a reward after dancing, and after she got the head, she kissed the head affectionately: "Ah! I kissed your lips, I kissed your lips. Your lips taste a bit bitter. Is this the smell of blood...? No, maybe this is the smell of love!" (specifically Baidu)

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