[Rebirth] King of Theater

Mrs. Sylvie's application for resignation was sent back.

The rogue manager stood in front of her with a serious face: "Can we talk?"

Due to being picked on some time ago, Mrs. Sylvie, who was already a little afraid of him, couldn't help but look timid, and stammered in English, which was not fluent when she got emotional: "Yes, yes."

But as soon as the answer came out of her mouth, she panicked again, thinking that she would be picky and blamed like "Damn, are you so stupid that you can't even say a word?" like before.

Unexpectedly, this time, Manager Taber did not express any opinion on this.

On the contrary, his attitude changed suddenly, and he said very nicely: "I don't want you to just leave like this, in fact, I have always been to you..."

"Ah?" Mrs. Sylvie showed a dazed look.

So, the shameless manager put on a performance in a pretentious manner, and asked, "Honey, do you know why I've been blaming you these days?"

Mrs. Sylvie was frightened a little silly: "...why, why?"

"I am a decent, honest, and upright person. I have good conduct and never do anything criminal. Except for work, I have never even gossiped with strange women. So, I never thought about it. Something so embarrassing and troubling to a person at a certain moment at a certain moment. Can you understand me? I know, it sounds crazy, but if there is a man in the world, like me, who suddenly encounters a What should he do with a woman who keeps attracting his attention in every way?"

Mrs. Sylvie thought hard: "..."

"The most damning thing is that you were married! God, why can't we meet in your most pure and innocent age, just thinking that you once loved other men makes me jealous, I am angry, I Crazy about it. But to hear that your husband has passed away, ah, how happy and content I am. I desperately want to talk to you and tell you that I can't imagine you being possessed by another man at all, it won't work, Absolutely not..."

Mrs. Sylvie tried to understand: "..."

"When I think about it, I want to get angry at you. But what I want most is to talk to you, but you are so shy, shy, and withdrawn that you are so unapproachable. If I don't find some If you use any extreme method, you will definitely disappear from my life immediately, and, in your mind, your impression of me is likely to be zero. I will absolutely not allow you to do this, because if you do , for me, life will lose its meaning and life will become bleak."

Mrs. Sylvie's eyes were empty: "..."

"Now, do you understand?" Manager Taber put on a desperate look: "Honey, please, don't leave me."

At last Mrs. Sylvie was on the verge of tears.

With tears in her eyes, she asked fearfully: "Uh...you, can you speak slowly? Too, too fast, I can't understand."

"...Crap!" A rogue manager probably wanted to throw his fist angrily at this moment.

He clenched his fists tightly and smashed things furiously in his heart: "Damn it, for this stupid ass woman, do I still have to learn Italian, no, the Sicilian dialect that is so earthy that it explodes? Damn it! He Damn it! Damn it!"

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She said slowly in a low voice: "I don't know what you said, I just came to resign..."

On the other side, Mrs. Jones's banquet has come to an end.

Mr. Robert, the painter, looked at a young man with a particularly confused expression, who was "this is his first visit, but he seems to have more friends than himself"...

Now, he is happily greeting and saying goodbye to many people one by one. From time to time, he hugs and pats each other on the back, as if he has known each other not for a day, but for decades.

"In terms of social skills, this kid can probably compare us all."

Robert couldn't help thinking about it in amazement: "Tom (Mr. Curtis) is so shy, it's really strange that he would accept such a student who is completely opposite!"

On the way back, Al was quite excited talking about what he saw and heard at the banquet: "Although everyone has been noisy, I think it feels really good! Everyone expresses their opinions and communicates on an equal footing. , When you encounter something you don’t understand, just ask, and someone will help explain it, they are all amazing, and I feel that I have learned a lot.”

Painter Robert couldn't help laughing.

At this time, he finally vaguely guessed the reason for the child's popularity.

Afterwards, this gossip-loving gentleman still secretly described it to Mr. Curtis in such a vivid way: "Although what I say, many people may not like to hear it. But to be honest, the literature The nature of the circle is no different from that of a chicken coop. There are countless roosters swirling around in it, regardless of whether there is a direct conflict of interest between them, they all want to fight first and have a good fight! But Al is not, at least, he Not yet. It is obviously considered a relatively powerful category, but without a little pride, it always behaves like a fluffy chick with bright yellow hair, chirping and envious of all the big cocks. 'Ah, you are so good, I want to be like you'."

Hearing this, Mr. Curtis couldn't help laughing.

He didn't say anything to his friend at the time, but later, he couldn't help taking a selfie in the mirror, and thought silently, "It doesn't matter if it's a chick or a big rooster, since I met this kid, I've laughed more than in previous years." Much more. Look, the charming crow's feet seem to have increased..."

But even though Al brought so much laughter to the respected old gentleman.

When he tried to write a manuscript for "Laughing", he still encountered a fiasco of rejection.

Mingming and Mrs. Jones bragged about this matter, and got a warm promise from the other party, "I will invite you to the banquet again and read it to everyone personally", but what happened?

The manuscript that was written with great difficulty was rejected by "Laughing Hearts" quickly and without any room for maneuver.

Where is the problem?

Bad idea?Can't write properly?Lack of a certain character?Not enough writing skills?

Al couldn't resist writing to Mr. Curtis: [Am I not talented in comedy? ]

Then, the next sentence is a question and answer: [No, I do not accept!I absolutely do not accept this conclusion. ]

Mr. Curtis laughed as he read the letter.

He knew that with the tenacity of his student, he was obviously not really hit by anything, so he didn't want to comfort him with clichés, but replied with a relaxed attitude: [I used to be rejected by people, believe me, On this point, I will never lie to you.Usually, the reasons are various, but only they know it.And at this time, the little we can do is, write!Write!write it down!Strive to find out why, modify, and persevere.Yes, as long as you persist, persist, persist, you might get...well, you might get a few more rejections.Dear, when you reach my age, you will know that there is nothing new in this world, everything is possible, please take it easy. ]

It was rare for Al to receive such a lively and teasing reply from the old man. He wanted to laugh at one moment and was speechless at the other.

However, he really didn’t need anyone to comfort him. He had already thought up a plan. For example, after the school troupe finished rehearsing that day, he would read the newly written story to his friend Randy to get some opinions. .

But before chanting, in order to avoid the hypocrisy and polite smiles of friendship sponsorship.

Al slyly didn't tell his best friend "I'm writing comedies," and then he started.

"A long time ago, there was such a poor family..."

Randy looked serious and listened intently.

Here is a specific description of how to be poor. Although Al used a teasing tone to describe it very interestingly, as long as he thinks that these may be the days he has experienced, a certain blond boy with natural sensibility can't laugh at all up.

then……

"Oh, he's not smiling," thought Al.

Then he had to go on telling the story of this poor family who were starving to death one day.

At this time, I don't know which god is finally willing to bestow some mercy on these poor people.

Overnight, the family's hair turned into spaghetti.

Randy was shocked: ...? ?

"Oh, why don't you laugh?"

Al glanced at the past again, so he had to keep telling the story.

The Spaghetti family is still very smart, and did not choose to sit and eat because of God's gift.

They thought of a better way, that is, cut off the spaghetti on the head and sell it in the market.

Because the God-given pasta tasted very delicious, it was quickly popular with the public, and it was sold out before the evening.

The family happily took the money and went home.

Randy: ...

"Not smiling! Not smiling! Still not smiling!"

Al was worried in his heart, but he still wanted to finish the story.

The family made a fortune selling pasta.

But what I didn't expect was that as the family got older, they ushered in a middle-aged crisis-baldness.

At this point in the story, Al stopped.

His green eyes glistened on Randy, waiting expectantly.

Randy asked in confusion, "...then?"

Al answered patiently: "Bald, no hair, no face! Bankrupt, nothing left."

Randy: "..."

Al: "Well, after all, it is impossible for people to live forever by God, and time is the most terrible thing."

Randy: "..."

Al was rather disappointed: "What's your expression? Isn't it funny?"