[Rebirth] King of Theater

At this moment, Al couldn't tell exactly what he felt in his heart.

But what can be clearly stated is that this aspect has never appeared in his current life plan.

The life in the previous life was too tiring, climbing from the bottom to the top has exhausted all his time and energy;

And in this life, he has saved his family with all his might, didn't let himself become an orphan, and embarked on the path of pursuing his dreams ahead of schedule. Everything is perfect, isn't that enough?

What?love?

His first feeling was resistance, extreme resistance: "I'm fine on my own, I don't need others."

This resistance has nothing to do with gender issues.

It was pure resistance to unfamiliar territory, he didn't want to leave his safe zone.

Although before that, he had written many novels about love, including tragedies and comedies, in which the protagonist failed others, and some protagonists were betrayed by others, love at first sight, and love over time, and he thought that his theoretical knowledge was extremely rich.

But the scary thing is, when faced with such a cryptic confession from a friend today...

I still feel bad and nervous!

It's like throwing a child who has only memorized the piano instruction manual by heart, throwing him on the stage, and forcing him to sit in front of the piano and face tens of thousands of audiences in a daze: "OK, since you If you understand everything, then, now you can start playing."

Go fuck it!

If this is a movie, the picture at this moment is probably frozen.

Al was a little angry, and complained a little: "Can't we be friends? Why do you have to clarify things?"

But he couldn't be angry with Randy, because the other party looked at him so affectionately, earnestly, and sincerely, and didn't even make any excessive demands, but asked nicely, 'I want to apply for a chance to take care of you'.Listen to it, how beautiful it is!Grass, cunning Frenchman!How can people refuse like this?

"Dear Randy." Al finally began to speak slowly.

He behaved like he was standing on a podium and reciting texts (hard-hearted): "You are talented, handsome and considerate, smart, and the cutest boy in the world."

"But don't you understand? I don't want to be the cutest boy in the world, I want to be your boyfriend."

Randy stared at him, then added more pointedly: "Any unlovable boyfriend will do."

"Forget it, let's talk about this later."

Al flinched in an instant, wanting to just let it go.

But Randy didn't seem to want to continue being so vague.

He actually persevered and asked extremely hatefully: "When is the future? Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow? The day after tomorrow?"

Al was disturbed by his questioning, and for a moment, he spoke out of his mind: "I don't think we are suitable, you are too young, and I am so much older than you..."

"So much bigger? You've seen a ghost!"

Randy stared at him in dismay for a while, wanting to reach out and touch his forehead to see if he had a fever and was stupid: "Honey, what nonsense are you talking about? My God! You can tell jokes , In terms of age, I am a full two years and more than a month older than you."

Al hurriedly explained: "I mean mental age."

"You think I'm young? You think I'm naive?"

Randy was a little annoyed immediately, thinking it was nonsense, even an excuse.

"Al, this is not fair at all!"

He couldn't help shouting in grief and indignation: "You can't spend hundreds of years in the spiritual world and think that you can be the same generation as my ancestors!"

What the hell is living in the spiritual world for hundreds of years?

This is really...

Al said dumbfoundedly: "I didn't say I want to be the same generation as your ancestors."

He tried to change the subject: "Okay, let's talk about the rehearsal, okay? I don't want to argue with you."

"But that's not arguable at all, really."

Randy's blue eyes sparkled and he said, "Just say yes and we'll have no argument at all."

Al still refused to be pulled out of the safe zone.

He frowned and said stubbornly, "I don't want to."

So, stop this topic.

Randy didn't get the results he wanted, kept his head down, and barely said a word.

Al didn't know what to say, so he had to pretend that he didn't notice the abnormality of the other party, and continued to be busy with the rehearsal of the school troupe.

Now, time flies by, and almost half a year has passed in the blink of an eye. Although the school troupe is a group of amateur actors, after such a long time, the whole repertoire has finally reached a relatively excellent level.

But at the same time, it means...

The time for the school troupe to officially take to the stage is approaching.

Miss Grace, who had accused Al of being too anxious at the beginning, and claimed that 'it is too utilitarian to think about success all day long' also became nervous: "Al, what do you think of my line?" "Al , look at the feelings I sang in this song, is it right?" "Al, Al, oh my god! Am I really good? Why don't I change the heroine, I'm afraid I'll mess everything up."

"That's a good line."

"Your emotion in singing this song is right, but you can let it go a little lower."

"Change the heroine? No one is better than you, Miss Grace (after all, you have been practicing for almost a year)."

Al answered the questions one by one with great gentleness and patience.

(In fact, it is very in line with the hospitality that a person who takes money to do things should have.)

This behavior seriously hurt Randy who had just confessed to being rejected.

"Why is he so nice to Grace?"

The blond boy was extremely frustrated: "So, he likes girls more?"

So, after finishing the rehearsal, Randy returned home with heavy steps.

At this time, Matt, who has re-released a wave of albums with "The Womanizer", even after being expelled from the band, has successfully had a second career in his career...

Just with his personality, it is difficult to maintain a tense working state all the time.

Therefore, taking advantage of the holidays when there are no performances, he still lives a happy otaku life at home while still not doing his job.

Wearing a pair of discounted pajamas from the supermarket, his hair was not combed, his face was not washed, his beard had not been shaved for several days, and he did not look like a star at all.He was still crossing his legs, sitting on the sofa, eating junk food such as popcorn and potato chips, while watching a super vulgar, bloody soap opera. On the TV screen, the heroine was crying sadly. He leaned forward and backward with laughter, as if he was about to die of laughter.

But even so, when Randy walked in the door...

He still keenly noticed that his son was not very happy, maybe it was out of the thin father's love deep in his heart (not watching his son joke), so he asked: "Hey, what's your expression, Just like a dead father."

Randy glanced at him resentfully, and couldn't help sighing: "Oh, if my father is really dead, my mother takes me with me, and there are a few younger siblings, can I still claim to be mentally old? "

Obviously, he was the one who mentioned 'dead father' first, but when his son said that, he immediately became dissatisfied again.

Matt immediately stood up and yelled, getting up too quickly, sprinkled popcorn all over him: "What are you talking about, your father and I are still alive and well."

Randy took a look at his slovenly image and became even more depressed.

But he thought about it, and there was no one around him to discuss with. In the end, he slowly told Matt what was on his mind.

"I confessed to Al."

"Heh, what are you talking about to me, shameless!"

Randy held back his breath and continued, "But he rejected me."

Matt was indifferent: "Oh."

"Damn, do you just say 'oh'?" Randy asked angrily.

"Want to hear my opinion? Do you want me to give you an idea? Do you want me to solve your relationship problems? Hurry up, call Dad, tell me the details after calling, and I promise to give you a wonderful idea ’” Matt said triumphantly.

Randy was shaking with anger.

He is obviously his own father, but why is it so humiliating to call him his father?

But he still endured the humiliation.

After calling good dad, I told the whole thing from beginning to end.

Matt was very impatient when he heard it, and thought regretfully: "I knew I wouldn't have asked about it. What the hell kind of virginity is poetry."

Then, very gently, he scolded his son: "Randy, Randy, you're such a fool!"

It was rare for Randy to be a little unconfident, but he didn't refute, and agreed with a sigh: "Oh, I feel stupid recently."

Matt continued: "You actually got involved with him about his age, isn't this a nonsense point of concern?"

"Oh, you're right! What's going on with me? I can't seem to turn my stupid head. Tell me, what should I do?"

"You should have told him straight up..."

"Tell him what?"

"Tell him—[Fuck the physical age, the mental age! Al, I tell you, real men only care about the size of a place.] Then! You two can find a hiding place alone and take off together Pants, take them out, and compare them again."

"..."

"How? Isn't it a brilliant idea?"

"AHH! I hate you! I hate you! I—!!"

Randy flushed with anger, grabbed everything around him, and threw it at him: "You bastard! Rascal! God damn it! You're not helping at all!"

"Oh, Jesus! O Virgin Mary! I was wrong, I was wrong! I knew I was wrong!"

"You're wrong? Where are you wrong?"

"I shouldn't tarnish your pure love!"

"Then?"

"Then, from now on, I will help you pray to God 24 hours a day, and bless you with a lifetime of platonic love, abandoning disgusting animal desires, and achieving perfection and commonality in spirit and soul."

"Ah! I'm going to kill you!"

"Hey, son, you're so hard to please! Put the chairs down...TV, put down the TV...Damn it, my little Randy! Daddy's kidding...Okay, okay, don't Hit me! Don’t hit me! Hit me again and fight back... Hey, hey!"

"God! Why do I have a father like you!"

"Well, God doesn't work either. This is your mother's decision, and I actually don't want to."