[Rebirth] King of Theater

Al has been in a period of rapid charging these days, studying and working around, setting a schedule every day, living like a robot.

Therefore, when he suddenly asked for leave to take John to experience life, it was like a hard-working robot who suddenly asked for a leave, which immediately attracted the attention of many people.

The next day, Al carried his schoolbag and went to the school theater troupe to participate in the drama rehearsal as originally planned. When he went out, he saw a yellow hair.

"Best said, did you take John to sell tickets last night?" Luke was standing in the corridor, leaning against the wall, eating a sandwich. When he saw him, he stood up straight, and offered to pass one that was obviously made by his grandmother. Sandwich, then, grinned and winked at Al and said hello: "Hey, isn't it fun to look back once in a while?"

"How should I say it?" Al was not polite to him, took a bite of the sandwich, and walked forward while eating: "I'm afraid you don't like to listen to what I say next. But to be honest, I don't like it." I don’t want to live my days back, not even in this life!”

Then, frowning, he said, "You know, Luke, I've never been afraid of suffering. But I can't bear to be the same, if I stay in the same place every day and can't make a little change... God, I must Go crazy!"

Luke smiled, and took a few steps to catch up with him: "You are right, and I don't dislike it. It's just..."

He couldn't help thinking back to the past, then looked at his friend carefully and said: "Occasionally, I always think back to the past, for example, when I first met you, at that time... I'm not afraid of you getting angry, you were really like a little girl at that time. Like a monster, black and thin and skinny, with creepy green eyes. But now..."

"What's the matter now?"

"What's the matter now? You actually ask me what's the matter now? Don't you even look in the mirror? You are like an angel now."

Al laughed loudly: "Luke, your business must have been good recently."

"How?" Luke asked casually while looking at him sternly.

"You're getting better at talking."

"You are wrong, I only treat you like this."

The two chatted and laughed with each other, and soon arrived at the station.

While waiting for the bus, Al couldn't help explaining the reasons for selling tickets with John last night.

Luke couldn't help laughing when he heard him tidy up and scare the children like this.

Then, he couldn't help sighing: "This kid is really lucky to have an older brother like you! Delivering milk, picking up garbage, washing dishes... What kind of suffering is it? No matter how difficult it is, we have done it before."

Al shrugged nonchalantly.

He was neither jealous nor envious of this matter, on the contrary, he was a bit complacent: "Doesn't he be like this, which means that I am very successful?"

Luke immediately applauded him from the sidelines.

Al laughed again.

But in the end, he couldn't help but warn again: "I managed to teach this kid well, you, and Best and the others. None of them are allowed to bring him down again, otherwise, I will settle accounts with you one by one .”

"Does this mean that being with us is bad?"

Luke protested: "Besides, you can't trust me too much! Your own brother is my own brother. Would I treat my own brother badly? We are bound by blood."

When it was mentioned that blood is an alliance, both of them laughed again.

However, after Al finished laughing, he hurriedly argued again: "Don't get me wrong, it's not that it's not good to be with you, it's just that we didn't have shortcuts back then, and we could only move forward slowly on the dirt road step by step. Now , There is obviously a shortcut ahead of John, how can I bear to watch him go down the dirt road again?"

"You! You worry too much. Outsiders can't help you no matter what path you want to take."

"...You're right, but I always want people around me to have an easier life."

At this time, the car arrived.

Al didn't care to say any more, said goodbye to Luke in a hurry, and ran up in a hurry.

On the other hand, the rehearsals of the school theater troupe are all normal.

Ever since Grace and the others stopped being rebellious towards Al, everything was gradually on the right track, so even if he took a leave of absence yesterday, afterward, apart from receiving a lot of care from everyone, it didn't have much impact.

Just waited for the rehearsal to end, but Randy didn't leave.

He ran over, first talked about some theater matters, and then casually asked about yesterday's leave.

Al still laughs thinking about it now, and besides, no one cares about saving face for kids these days.

So, he didn't have any scruples, and told Randy the matter like he told Luke in the morning, and kept laughing after he finished speaking: "Now give that little bastard eight courages, I'm afraid he won't dare to play truant."

But Randy's attention was not on John at all, and he didn't find it funny.

He asked very abruptly: "Did you live that kind of life before you were ten years old?"

"what?"

"Before you were ten years old, you delivered newspapers, picked up trash, and washed dishes every day..."

"That's right." Al became slightly vigilant.

The smile on his face disappeared involuntarily, and his green eyes were still staring straight at the beautiful blond boy: "What do you want to say? I know some people look down on these jobs, but I think it's nothing..."

"Al!" Randy stretched out his arms to give him a hug, then lowered his head and kissed him on the forehead.

He said softly: "Why didn't I meet you when I was young?"

"On December 1770, 12, a musical genius was born in misery." Randy sat down in front of the piano and said.

He gently stroked the black and white elves with his fingers: "It was a poor family that was so bad that it was almost hell. The father had been drinking for many years, and when he was drunk, he would be violent to him and his mother. Squeezing and controlling his life, so that he had to take his father to court at the age of 16 in order to get his own labor income. But fate never gave up on him. A musician, he started listening at the age of 26 Falling, basically deaf at 30. Al, do you know who I'm talking about?"

Al, who was sitting on the window sill beside him, couldn't help but smiled and replied, "You've made it so clear, who would have guessed it, Beethoven."

He looked at his watch again, and couldn't help but said urgently: "Didn't you say you want to play the music for me? Hurry up, I have to go to the cram school later!"

Randy smiled, bowed his head and pressed the keys slowly: "The struggle between man and fate is never ending. I originally wanted to play something for Alice...but now, I just want to play "No .17 Piano Sonata", third movement."

Al was slightly taken aback.

Because "Piano Sonata No.17 in d minor" is also known as "Sonata on the Tempest", the whole piece is divided into three movements.

When Beethoven wrote it, his ears were gradually deaf and his life was suffering a lot.

Therefore, the first two movements are like facing a sudden storm, anxious, restless and hesitant, until the third movement...

The storm is over, and we stumble forward towards hope.

The endless stream of 16 notes is flowing more and more enthusiastically, undulating like ocean waves, extending towards the boundless distance...

Amazing!Amazing!

Music can really soothe people's soul and make people see the light of hope.

Randy finished playing.

He turned his head and smiled, his blue eyes sparkling like the sea in the sun: "Al, the storm is over."

Al couldn't say a word.

There is only one sentence in his mind at this time: "Oh, God damn Beethoven!"

The author has something to say:

PS. CP eat Randy, as I was writing today, I suddenly discovered that in some respects, Luke and Al are too much alike.

PS. Although it is temporarily ordered like this, I am not considering deliberately adding a relationship line at the moment. It should not change much from before, and continue with the life and career of the protagonist.

At the end of the writing, I was so stupid. The first time I met the male lead, I didn’t play For Alice, but played the storm. Well, but Randy has his own thoughts, so there is no way.