[Rebirth] King of Theater
Chapter 78 Robert: What the hell am I here for today?
Mrs Sylvie made up her mind to quit.
She was not such a strong person in the first place. After several nights inexplicably crying the pillow wet, and not knowing what was wrong with her, she finally chose to give up: "I am probably really a useless person with a stupid brain. My hands and feet are also clumsy, so I can't do things like working outside."
So, when the family had breakfast...
She said to her eldest son, "Al, I'm not going to work."
"It's all right, why?"
Al asked suspiciously.
Mrs Sylvie didn't realize 'she was being bullied' until this time.
So, she was so stupid that she couldn't find a reason, so she had to admit her mistake dryly: "I can't do it."
But Al didn't have any hope for his mother to become a professional woman.
After all, in his heart, no matter how strong his mother is, she is still a poor woman who weakly wants to swallow rat poison when encountering some troubles. Giving up halfway' is inevitably a bit disappointing, but I still comforted me with nice words: "Okay! If you can't do it, you won't do it well. I was just looking for something to do for you to relieve boredom. It's not a big deal of."
Recently, Mrs. Sylvie, who has been constantly questioned and criticized by others, had hot eyes and almost cried on the spot.
She finally walked through the cold winter and entered the warm spring, and she couldn't help but put a smile on her face: "Then I will resign today!"
Al didn't take it seriously, and waved his hand indifferently: "Okay! Okay."
Mrs. Sylvie seemed to be relieved at last, jumping up like a little girl overjoyed.
She rushed into the kitchen and enthusiastically added another fried egg to her eldest son.
Al was flattered.
After so many years, it was the first time that he got the treatment of adding an fried egg from his thrifty mother!
Meanwhile, Mrs. Jones gave another party.
Before that, because of the angry words she said at the last banquet [I must see for myself and write what kind of ugly and frightening appearance that Vincent's guy had), before the banquet even started. Before, an invitation letter was specially sent to Al in advance.
Al had never been to this level in his previous life, and this was the first time he had heard of this lady.
Holding the invitation letter, he was a little confused about the situation, so he ran to consult Mr. Curtis and the others.
Considering that although this lady does not engage in any creations herself, she has a wide network of contacts in the literary and art circles, and has funded many poor artists, and has a very good reputation in the circle. Mr. Curtis and his suggestions are: "You can go and see Look, but..."
However, Mr. Bernie kindly made a warning in advance: "The people in that banquet are a bit complicated. Although it is a good opportunity to broaden your network, it is inevitable that you will meet some annoying people, and even occasionally meet some "Because of disagreement, there will be a fierce verbal war on the spot"."
Al is humble and teachable.
He said sincerely: "You can put your heart in your stomach on this point. I will never easily engage in unnecessary verbal disputes with others."
"That's right, you don't want to argue with people. You only write another article about "My New Friend XX" when you get home."
The painter Robert unceremoniously revealed the truth beside him, and said in a joking tone.
These words made the old Mr. Curtis couldn't help but smile.
Mr. Bernie Brown laughed even more.
But I have to say that the wishes of these respectable gentlemen are really worth cherishing.
After they talked and laughed, they were still uneasy about Al going to the banquet alone, worried that he would be bullied alone and helpless, so they decided to send someone to take him with them.
And because Mr. Curtis has some work that he hasn't finished yet;
Mr. Bernie Brown is a very busy man, and the work of a whole magazine office has to be completed.
So, the enthusiastic painter Robert succeeded in recommending himself.
This guy never worries about getting too much debt, maybe he is still burdened with huge debts of "hundreds of drawings", but he always thinks that his life is not bad (Bernie: Ah, sometimes I really want to kill him) Mr. Painter happily accepted the errand.
Excitedly, he prepared to lead Al into the social circle himself.
Moreover, he also plans to perform his duties as an elder and introduce some good-natured and very reliable people in the circle to Al.
"Although it is said that invitations are sometimes sent to banquets, they are actually sent to newcomers, or some lesser-known artists. Generally speaking, if people with a little reputation in the literary and art circles come, as long as the security guards know them, they will not Prevent the other party from entering." The painter Robert led Al to the banquet hall while introducing the situation in a low voice. Of course, the focus is of course on the hostess of the banquet.
He said: "Mrs. Jones is a calm, well-behaved lady who never gives a fright. She has no airs, but is a little emotional. However, according to the past practice, she only communicates with artists she particularly admires." Communication, for a newcomer like you, you can only chat with her for a few words, and you won't get much attention from her."
However, what I didn't expect was...
Mrs. Jones was waiting at the door to "greet" Al.
Painter Robert: ...
"What a joke!"
The so-called 'stable, well-behaved, never surprised lady' exclaimed in disbelief: "You are Alfred Sylvie? You are the Alfred Sylvie who ruined the atmosphere of my banquet? Are you Alfred Sylvie who wrote Vincent? God, what did the world do to you to make you write such terrible devil words!"
Al:? ? ?
At this time, the poet and sculptor whom Mrs. Jones had scolded for this last time also stepped forward.
The two of them inexplicably became friends because of the previous incident, and now they are looking at Al's appearance with great interest.
"Oh, he looks familiar to me when I see him."
The sculptor couldn't help sighing.
"Don't tell me, let me guess first."
As the poet said, he looked at the person carefully from head to toe, and then suddenly realized: "Ah, I see."
He immediately asked tentatively: "Could it be Antinos who 'your face is full of beauty'?"
"Exactly! Exactly! It's a good guess!"
The sculptor was very happy when his friend guessed what he thought in the center, and he suddenly felt a confidant.
Mrs. Jones could bear it no longer.
She protested dissatisfiedly: "What the hell are you two talking about?"
The sculptor hurriedly explained: "I just saw Mr. Sylvie and thought it looked familiar, and I remembered a beautiful statue I saw in the rotunda of the Vatican Museum before."
The poet also explained from the side: "That's right, that's what we're talking about. You should know about Antinos, right?"
Mrs. Jones was still very knowledgeable.
She thought for a while and then remembered: "Ah, the gay of Hadrian, one of the Five Great Emperors of Ancient Rome, the beautiful man Antinos!"
After hearing the conversation, the painter Robert turned to look at Al, and even agreed.
For a while, they inexplicably discussed the characteristics and beauty of ancient Roman sculptures...
As someone who sparked the discussion...
Al couldn't help being a little embarrassed, and tried to change the subject and interrupted them: "Madam, am I still here? Don't tell me you're condescending to wait for me here just to discuss Antinous of ancient Rome? "
Only then did Mrs. Jones come back to her senses, and she couldn't help but glared at the poet and sculptor who always distracted people's thinking.
Under the eyes of the two, she turned to face Al again, and while beckoning people into the hall, she explained: "Sorry, dear. I just wanted to see who can write horror novels like Vincent. What does it look like, and then, let’s talk about Vincent. By the way, can you tell me why you want to write such a scary novel?”
"You said everything, of course to scare people." Al replied without hesitation.
"Ha, this is strange! I thought it would be some kind of criticism of social phenomena." Mrs. Jones quickly and subtly gestured to the celebrities in the literary and artistic circles in the hall, and said jokingly: "There is no point these days. It seems that the theme is so deep that it lacks style out of thin air.”
"If you talk about deep themes, I haven't thought about it that much, and I don't have the ability to write it for the time being. I just hope that nothing in the story will happen."
Al cautiously and frankly did not follow the other party to make any radical remarks, so as not to accidentally create grudges with others.
He thought for a while, and then explained half-truthfully: "If the world was full of kind and beautiful people like you, this kind of story would naturally not appear. I don’t have much to say about being excluded. Of course, it’s impossible to be as dark as Vincent, but this incident did touch me. Nowadays, some people think that Vincent is scary, and that’s actually good! You know It's scary, and everyone probably doesn't want to see what happened to Vincent become a reality. As long as this can be achieved, I feel that this story is not in vain."
"Your idea is very good."
Mrs. Jones stared at him and praised sincerely: "Little Mr. Sylvie, maybe you don't care, but I now unilaterally declare that I forgive you! Although you wrote such a scary story, you have a good heart, people It's also kind! I just hope that you can write less Vincent in the future and write more funny novels like your friend Will."
"As you wish, ma'am," Al replied, "I really never want to scare a nice guy like you."
Then, he very cleverly took the opportunity to introduce his current work, such as the manuscript he was about to write for "Laughing Heartily" and the play he was writing for the school troupe...
Mrs Jones opened her eyes wide with interest.
Afterwards, she not only promised: "God is my witness, if "Laugh With Heart" really published your comedy manuscript, I will definitely buy the magazine to support it. Moreover, I will invite you to the banquet again, Read it to everyone myself, to make up for Vincent's sin last time"; in addition, she said: "If I have time, and if I have the opportunity, I would really like to see your new play. "
The two chatted happily for a while.
In the end, Mrs. Jones took his hand, introduced him to the people in the banquet, and led him to join some exclusive groups, discussing various literary and artistic topics.
The poet and sculptor followed.
Leaving aside the poet, the sculptor enthusiastically pulled Al, saying that he wanted to imitate the ancient Roman sculpture style and make him a nude sculpture showing the beauty of the human body.
Al: ...Thank you, thank you, bye bye.
The painter Robert stood by and drank red wine, silently watching someone look like a fish in water and popular.
He couldn't help thinking about a rather difficult question: "Well, what on earth am I here for today?"
The author has something to say:
PS. The last chapter seems to be written too real and caused discomfort 233333. I wanted to cut some of the plot at the time, but then... Well, there are friends around me who are 'being bullied without knowing it' (even when others tell her, she still doesn't believe it, Blindly endure), so I couldn’t resist writing more, not for readers who are strong in themselves, but mainly to remind those silly girls who didn’t get too deep but didn’t realize the problem.There is no one who is worthless in the world. If you are always suppressed by others, you should pay attention. If you can’t resist, then escape as soon as possible. I sincerely hope that everyone’s life will be happy and happy.
PS. There should be only one that is written in detail. Next, I will not continue to dig deeper, please rest assured.
Finally, two more updates today, the last day of February, I will take a rest, and try to open a big one tomorrow, March [-]st, everyone!
She was not such a strong person in the first place. After several nights inexplicably crying the pillow wet, and not knowing what was wrong with her, she finally chose to give up: "I am probably really a useless person with a stupid brain. My hands and feet are also clumsy, so I can't do things like working outside."
So, when the family had breakfast...
She said to her eldest son, "Al, I'm not going to work."
"It's all right, why?"
Al asked suspiciously.
Mrs Sylvie didn't realize 'she was being bullied' until this time.
So, she was so stupid that she couldn't find a reason, so she had to admit her mistake dryly: "I can't do it."
But Al didn't have any hope for his mother to become a professional woman.
After all, in his heart, no matter how strong his mother is, she is still a poor woman who weakly wants to swallow rat poison when encountering some troubles. Giving up halfway' is inevitably a bit disappointing, but I still comforted me with nice words: "Okay! If you can't do it, you won't do it well. I was just looking for something to do for you to relieve boredom. It's not a big deal of."
Recently, Mrs. Sylvie, who has been constantly questioned and criticized by others, had hot eyes and almost cried on the spot.
She finally walked through the cold winter and entered the warm spring, and she couldn't help but put a smile on her face: "Then I will resign today!"
Al didn't take it seriously, and waved his hand indifferently: "Okay! Okay."
Mrs. Sylvie seemed to be relieved at last, jumping up like a little girl overjoyed.
She rushed into the kitchen and enthusiastically added another fried egg to her eldest son.
Al was flattered.
After so many years, it was the first time that he got the treatment of adding an fried egg from his thrifty mother!
Meanwhile, Mrs. Jones gave another party.
Before that, because of the angry words she said at the last banquet [I must see for myself and write what kind of ugly and frightening appearance that Vincent's guy had), before the banquet even started. Before, an invitation letter was specially sent to Al in advance.
Al had never been to this level in his previous life, and this was the first time he had heard of this lady.
Holding the invitation letter, he was a little confused about the situation, so he ran to consult Mr. Curtis and the others.
Considering that although this lady does not engage in any creations herself, she has a wide network of contacts in the literary and art circles, and has funded many poor artists, and has a very good reputation in the circle. Mr. Curtis and his suggestions are: "You can go and see Look, but..."
However, Mr. Bernie kindly made a warning in advance: "The people in that banquet are a bit complicated. Although it is a good opportunity to broaden your network, it is inevitable that you will meet some annoying people, and even occasionally meet some "Because of disagreement, there will be a fierce verbal war on the spot"."
Al is humble and teachable.
He said sincerely: "You can put your heart in your stomach on this point. I will never easily engage in unnecessary verbal disputes with others."
"That's right, you don't want to argue with people. You only write another article about "My New Friend XX" when you get home."
The painter Robert unceremoniously revealed the truth beside him, and said in a joking tone.
These words made the old Mr. Curtis couldn't help but smile.
Mr. Bernie Brown laughed even more.
But I have to say that the wishes of these respectable gentlemen are really worth cherishing.
After they talked and laughed, they were still uneasy about Al going to the banquet alone, worried that he would be bullied alone and helpless, so they decided to send someone to take him with them.
And because Mr. Curtis has some work that he hasn't finished yet;
Mr. Bernie Brown is a very busy man, and the work of a whole magazine office has to be completed.
So, the enthusiastic painter Robert succeeded in recommending himself.
This guy never worries about getting too much debt, maybe he is still burdened with huge debts of "hundreds of drawings", but he always thinks that his life is not bad (Bernie: Ah, sometimes I really want to kill him) Mr. Painter happily accepted the errand.
Excitedly, he prepared to lead Al into the social circle himself.
Moreover, he also plans to perform his duties as an elder and introduce some good-natured and very reliable people in the circle to Al.
"Although it is said that invitations are sometimes sent to banquets, they are actually sent to newcomers, or some lesser-known artists. Generally speaking, if people with a little reputation in the literary and art circles come, as long as the security guards know them, they will not Prevent the other party from entering." The painter Robert led Al to the banquet hall while introducing the situation in a low voice. Of course, the focus is of course on the hostess of the banquet.
He said: "Mrs. Jones is a calm, well-behaved lady who never gives a fright. She has no airs, but is a little emotional. However, according to the past practice, she only communicates with artists she particularly admires." Communication, for a newcomer like you, you can only chat with her for a few words, and you won't get much attention from her."
However, what I didn't expect was...
Mrs. Jones was waiting at the door to "greet" Al.
Painter Robert: ...
"What a joke!"
The so-called 'stable, well-behaved, never surprised lady' exclaimed in disbelief: "You are Alfred Sylvie? You are the Alfred Sylvie who ruined the atmosphere of my banquet? Are you Alfred Sylvie who wrote Vincent? God, what did the world do to you to make you write such terrible devil words!"
Al:? ? ?
At this time, the poet and sculptor whom Mrs. Jones had scolded for this last time also stepped forward.
The two of them inexplicably became friends because of the previous incident, and now they are looking at Al's appearance with great interest.
"Oh, he looks familiar to me when I see him."
The sculptor couldn't help sighing.
"Don't tell me, let me guess first."
As the poet said, he looked at the person carefully from head to toe, and then suddenly realized: "Ah, I see."
He immediately asked tentatively: "Could it be Antinos who 'your face is full of beauty'?"
"Exactly! Exactly! It's a good guess!"
The sculptor was very happy when his friend guessed what he thought in the center, and he suddenly felt a confidant.
Mrs. Jones could bear it no longer.
She protested dissatisfiedly: "What the hell are you two talking about?"
The sculptor hurriedly explained: "I just saw Mr. Sylvie and thought it looked familiar, and I remembered a beautiful statue I saw in the rotunda of the Vatican Museum before."
The poet also explained from the side: "That's right, that's what we're talking about. You should know about Antinos, right?"
Mrs. Jones was still very knowledgeable.
She thought for a while and then remembered: "Ah, the gay of Hadrian, one of the Five Great Emperors of Ancient Rome, the beautiful man Antinos!"
After hearing the conversation, the painter Robert turned to look at Al, and even agreed.
For a while, they inexplicably discussed the characteristics and beauty of ancient Roman sculptures...
As someone who sparked the discussion...
Al couldn't help being a little embarrassed, and tried to change the subject and interrupted them: "Madam, am I still here? Don't tell me you're condescending to wait for me here just to discuss Antinous of ancient Rome? "
Only then did Mrs. Jones come back to her senses, and she couldn't help but glared at the poet and sculptor who always distracted people's thinking.
Under the eyes of the two, she turned to face Al again, and while beckoning people into the hall, she explained: "Sorry, dear. I just wanted to see who can write horror novels like Vincent. What does it look like, and then, let’s talk about Vincent. By the way, can you tell me why you want to write such a scary novel?”
"You said everything, of course to scare people." Al replied without hesitation.
"Ha, this is strange! I thought it would be some kind of criticism of social phenomena." Mrs. Jones quickly and subtly gestured to the celebrities in the literary and artistic circles in the hall, and said jokingly: "There is no point these days. It seems that the theme is so deep that it lacks style out of thin air.”
"If you talk about deep themes, I haven't thought about it that much, and I don't have the ability to write it for the time being. I just hope that nothing in the story will happen."
Al cautiously and frankly did not follow the other party to make any radical remarks, so as not to accidentally create grudges with others.
He thought for a while, and then explained half-truthfully: "If the world was full of kind and beautiful people like you, this kind of story would naturally not appear. I don’t have much to say about being excluded. Of course, it’s impossible to be as dark as Vincent, but this incident did touch me. Nowadays, some people think that Vincent is scary, and that’s actually good! You know It's scary, and everyone probably doesn't want to see what happened to Vincent become a reality. As long as this can be achieved, I feel that this story is not in vain."
"Your idea is very good."
Mrs. Jones stared at him and praised sincerely: "Little Mr. Sylvie, maybe you don't care, but I now unilaterally declare that I forgive you! Although you wrote such a scary story, you have a good heart, people It's also kind! I just hope that you can write less Vincent in the future and write more funny novels like your friend Will."
"As you wish, ma'am," Al replied, "I really never want to scare a nice guy like you."
Then, he very cleverly took the opportunity to introduce his current work, such as the manuscript he was about to write for "Laughing Heartily" and the play he was writing for the school troupe...
Mrs Jones opened her eyes wide with interest.
Afterwards, she not only promised: "God is my witness, if "Laugh With Heart" really published your comedy manuscript, I will definitely buy the magazine to support it. Moreover, I will invite you to the banquet again, Read it to everyone myself, to make up for Vincent's sin last time"; in addition, she said: "If I have time, and if I have the opportunity, I would really like to see your new play. "
The two chatted happily for a while.
In the end, Mrs. Jones took his hand, introduced him to the people in the banquet, and led him to join some exclusive groups, discussing various literary and artistic topics.
The poet and sculptor followed.
Leaving aside the poet, the sculptor enthusiastically pulled Al, saying that he wanted to imitate the ancient Roman sculpture style and make him a nude sculpture showing the beauty of the human body.
Al: ...Thank you, thank you, bye bye.
The painter Robert stood by and drank red wine, silently watching someone look like a fish in water and popular.
He couldn't help thinking about a rather difficult question: "Well, what on earth am I here for today?"
The author has something to say:
PS. The last chapter seems to be written too real and caused discomfort 233333. I wanted to cut some of the plot at the time, but then... Well, there are friends around me who are 'being bullied without knowing it' (even when others tell her, she still doesn't believe it, Blindly endure), so I couldn’t resist writing more, not for readers who are strong in themselves, but mainly to remind those silly girls who didn’t get too deep but didn’t realize the problem.There is no one who is worthless in the world. If you are always suppressed by others, you should pay attention. If you can’t resist, then escape as soon as possible. I sincerely hope that everyone’s life will be happy and happy.
PS. There should be only one that is written in detail. Next, I will not continue to dig deeper, please rest assured.
Finally, two more updates today, the last day of February, I will take a rest, and try to open a big one tomorrow, March [-]st, everyone!
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