[Rebirth] King of Theater

Randy found out about this later, and regretted it immensely: "Why did I have something to do that day, and I didn't see you playing the drums."

Al didn't feel much: "If you want to see it, I can play it for you another day. In fact, I don't know much, and my skills can only be said to be average, that is, to fool amateurs, and I dare not compare with professional drummers."

"What else do you want?" Randy asked enthusiastically, as if he had unearthed some treasure.

Al recalled the long part-time job experience in his previous life, and said with his fingers: "I can iron clothes (help the costume designer do chores), repair some simple props (help the prop designer do chores), and I can also light a little (help the lighting teacher’s chores), checking the stage wiring... Actually, these are not interesting. By the way, I also walk the dog.”

"Haha, what kind of skill is walking a dog?"

"My best record is walking five dogs at once."

"Ah, what would that feel like?"

"Excellent, five horses!"

Wow, that's so cool!

Randy was overwhelmed with admiration, and went home that night and complained to his father: "You guys praised me as a genius before, but now that you think about it, I'm a genius!"

Matt didn't know what kind of madness this son suffered from, so he tried to comfort him expressionlessly: "Who said that? You are a genius."

Randy grieved: "But I, a genius, can't even walk five dogs at once! I'm so useless!"

Matt: ...what's the logic?

But no matter what, the tense atmosphere of confrontation between the two sides in the school troupe finally broke the ice.

At the beginning, those club members were still a little embarrassed. Although they would obey the command, except for Grace, no one was willing to take the initiative to show weakness and ran to Al to communicate.

Until another day.

When rehearsing a certain scene, I don’t know whether it’s because of repeated practice, which caused quantitative changes to cause qualitative changes, or whether everyone’s state happened to be at its peak that day, and a plot that has been stuck has been so natural. It performed smoothly again.Moreover, during this process, everyone was extremely involved in the performance. Although the level was still quite poor from the outside world, they seemed to have finally gotten the hang of it and somewhat understood the roles they played.

So, when the scene ended, everyone was surprised and happy, jumping up for joy: "God, did I really perform this? I just felt that I was a hundred times better than a professional actor!" "You guys You know? I actually recited such a long string of lines in one go, and I didn’t find it difficult, I’m really amazing!" "God, you heard the song I just sang, it’s so good. It’s so good! Damn, why didn't I get someone to record it for me."

In such a lively atmosphere, Al has not realized that the situation has improved, let alone noticed that the balance of victory has once again tilted to his side. Considering the previous rejection of the members, he did not take the initiative to join the excitement at all. Instead, he looked down at the time and found that it was time for the rehearsal to end, so he walked over calmly, picked up the gray schoolbag sewn by Mrs. Sylvie, stuffed all the scripts and notebooks into it, and announced to everyone: " Let's call it a day."

The members who didn't rehearse well every time, and from time to time clamored to end early were stunned.

They didn't seem to realize the passage of time at all, and they were still immersed in the atmosphere of the successful performance just now, and they didn't want to leave.

But it doesn't matter what they think specifically.

Al carried his schoolbag calmly and naturally, turned around and walked out.

When rehearsing the next day, the group of members didn’t know what kind of discussions and psychological struggles they had gone through, and some people started to greet Al on their own initiative, and even called him a little guide with a smile; after rehearsing for a while, someone came over again , took coffee and juice for Al to drink; finally, at the end of the rehearsal, a group of commune members who had been furious, noisy, and vowed to confront Al, ran over and invited him to a dinner together? !

The world is changing too fast, right?

Afterwards, there was a steady stream of good intentions...

Not to mention water and snacks.

There are even some people who will pull Al and whisper something, why xx likes me, but I seem to like xx more, what should I do?

Al:? ? ?

Such a pass operation is done.

Whether in his previous life or in this life, Al, who had never been to school seriously, had enjoyed school life, and was completely convinced by these students.

In their world, liking is liking, disliking is disliking, and there is no intermediate transition stage at all.

When they hate a person, they want to confront him all the time. If he says that the sun rises in the east, this group of people will have to argue. Rising from the west... It's so annoying and annoying; but once they like someone, they can't wait to share everything with their heart and soul, it's so cute and cute.

After going through the whole process of the sudden change in the matter in my head...

Al couldn't help sighing secretly with Randy: "It's like a child."

Randy looked a little odd.

He couldn't help asking: "Are you talking about yourself?"

Al smiled: "I'm different from them."

Randy asked disapprovingly, "What's the difference?"

Al couldn't explain what happened in his previous life.

He thought for a while, and told the truth tactfully: "When I was 13 years old, I started to grow old."

In Al's view, the age of 13 is the year of his rebirth.

But in Randy's view, the age of 13 was the year when he lost his father and was forced to shoulder heavy family responsibilities.

As a result, the beautiful boy with blond hair and blue eyes almost burst into tears on the spot.

He could hardly control himself thinking: "Why didn't I know you earlier? When you were 13 years old, I had a lot of pocket money, and I could give it all to you. If it wasn't enough, I would ask Matt to sing... ...But God, why? Why didn't I know you sooner?"

Al had no idea how miserable and helpless his 13-year-old self was in this friend's imagination.

After he finished sighing, he ran to blend in with this group of "children" who loved and hated each other without holding any grudges. Since then, he has endured all hardships and lived a happy life that everyone touts every day.

Once, a girl casually boasted that Randy was as handsome as a young Apollo.

Immediately, someone was very excited and joined in the lively discussion: "Then who do you think Al looks like? The muse, the god of art, is a goddess, of course not. Could it be Dionysus, the god of drama?"

"Dionysus is still the god of wine, and Al doesn't drink."

"Hypnos, the god of sleep? He bestows eternal slumber upon death. He seems very gentle and reliable."

"Ahem, forgive me for not agreeing with your understanding of gentleness and reliability. Where is eternal sleep gentleness?"

"That's up to you."

"Hermes."

"Oh? The messenger of the gods, a smart, agile, lively, always cute and naughty teenager, this is quite interesting."

"You're not thinking right." Randy walked in at some point, as if he had been standing by and listening for a long time.

He said with a serious expression on his face, "I think he resembles Aeneas the most."

Everyone was startled, they didn't expect Randy to mention such a character.

But when they thought about it carefully, they really couldn't think of any similar connection between this character and Al, so they couldn't help guessing wildly: "Aeneas? Oh, the son of Aphrodite, the god of beauty, you mean that Al is very good-looking. Already?" "Well, the founder of the Roman Empire, do you mean that Al is extraordinary?"

Randy said, "Neither."

He didn't answer this question afterward, and only waited until everyone had dispersed before quietly tossing and turning in his mind, thinking about it over and over again, very emotionally, thinking about Aeneas for a while, thinking about Al for a while, and actually A little crazy: "The country is destroyed and the city is destroyed, enemies are everywhere, carrying the family on their backs, passing through the raging flames, and fleeing with difficulty."

The author has something to say:

[Note] The previous Greek gods are probably known to everyone, so I won’t explain them for the time being.

The last Aenees is considered a demigod, the son of Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty, and Prince Anchises.He participated in the battle of Troy. On the night when the city of Troy was destroyed, he carried his father on his shoulders and led his children. Under the guidance of his mother Aphrodite, he escaped by a way out.After a period of exile, Rome was founded.Therefore, some people say that Jupiter believed in by Rome does not refer to Zeus, but refers to him becoming a god after death.

Randy nominated this character here because he felt that they both carried their families and fled in trouble, so they were very similar.

Speaking of it, I’m probably tired of watching "The Iliad" (Achilles is already an out-of-date Internet celebrity with me), and I quite like this "Aenees" recently, which is considered a new love.

PS. I have been reduced to shouting "Leave a message, leave a message, it's time to leave a message" every day!