[Rebirth] King of Theater

It's hard to say whether the show was a success or a failure.

Speaking of failure, the audience did applaud enthusiastically, and several girls who were brought by Grace were saying loudly, "If there is another show, I am willing to buy a ticket to watch it (she used the one given by Grace this time) Complimentary tickets)', but, when she said this, if she hadn't been staring at the hero Randy, Grace would probably be happier hearing this sentence;

But if it is successful...

At the moment when the show ended, Al asked Mrs. Sylvie to wait a little longer, and then ran to say hello to Mr. Curtis.

At that time, the old gentleman looked at him and thought for a long, long time, as if racking his brains to find a relatively suitable word.

Al was panicked by the stare and the pause.

He even couldn't help but start to reflect: "Oh, the first scene is not exciting enough, the second scene is boring... I don't know if the last scene is clear? If not, then it is a failure to play tricks..."

However, when Mr. Curtis finally spoke, his words were not critical: "You should be able to fix it?"

The old man said slowly: "From this drama, I feel your ambition, but unfortunately, no matter what the reason is, you did not use all your strength to realize this ambition."

Al couldn't help but bow his head in thought.

Afterwards, Mr. Curtis didn't say anything more. Instead, he signaled in a very considerate manner: "Many people are waiting for you. We can talk about this in detail another day. Now, you go and deal with the things that need to be done first." Bar."

indeed.

As soon as Al turned his head, he saw many people waiting for him.

Miss Grace made a grand plan to attract all the members of the school theater troupe, plus some relatives and friends to find a place to book a dinner; Randy just ran to change the blood-stained white shirt, and quickly washed it Head and face, whose hair was still dripping wet at the moment, was talking to Matt, but couldn't help looking past; Occasionally, it looks like he wants to leave quickly.

Al hurriedly bid farewell to Mr. Curtis, then ran to Miss Grace to explain that he was going to take his mother home, asked where the dinner party was, made an appointment with her before rushing over there, and then walked towards his mother.

Seeing him approaching, Sylvie immediately grabbed his arm and asked, "Al, can we go home?"

Al hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, mom, don't worry."

"I'm not worried, it's just that it's getting late," said Mrs. Sylvie firmly.

Al didn't expose her, he just turned around and walked out of the theater with her, asking as he walked, "Mom, what do you think of the show?"

"I don't understand much, but singing and dancing are good." Mrs. Sylvie replied very amateurishly.

Al casually told her about the plots that she didn't understand, and the two mother and son walked out while chatting.

But obviously, Mrs. Sylvie's idea of ​​going home quickly still cannot be easily realized.

Too many people in the theater came to say hello to Al, including theater staff, actors, musicians, some drama critics, media reporters, and some audiences who did not leave...

Mrs. Sylvie watched in amazement as her son greeted everyone one by one with a smile on his face, with ease and comprehensiveness.

He seems to be able to talk a few words with anyone, and he is quite admired and welcomed by others.

"God, how can this kid be so capable? Who did this follow?"

She couldn't help recalling the scene when she gave birth to her eldest son, and began to doubt absurdly: "Is it true that I gave birth to a saint like what Grandma Luke said? Could it be that when he was first born, there was actually a head on his head? What kind of smart and capable aura does it have, but I didn’t notice it? Alas, it’s a pity that I was tired and dizzy after giving birth. If I knew it, I would have to take a closer look.”

Because of such a superstitious idea...

On the way home, she kept a very pleasant attitude: "Al, are you tired? Mom will go back and fry two eggs for you, okay?"

Al couldn't believe his ears.

"Be normal, be normal, Mom," he begged frightenedly.

All absurd, superstitious thoughts disappear in an instant...

Holy shit!

Mrs. Sylvie gave him a hard look and left angrily.

Afterwards, there is no need to say more about Grace's young lady's dinner party.

Just a little episode...

Out of guilt for his previous behavior, Al ran to apologize to the young lady.

In the end, unexpectedly, Miss Grace waved her hand indifferently, and she no longer took this matter to heart.

Just, when it comes to today's drama...

She still couldn't hide her lonely sigh: "Oh, I acted very badly, indeed... If it weren't for your words, I might have backed down and given up, but now I have persisted. Thinking about it this way, you What is there to apologize for?"

"As an amateur, you are already very good." Al hastily complimented you.

"Your words are purely polite flattery." Grace said sharply: "You are also very annoying sometimes. You see, once the matter is over, you start to treat me like a fool again."

Al was at a loss for words.

Grace said angrily: "I know that there are many people around me who tell lies. I don't hate everyone for lying. After all, people like to listen to praise less than criticism, but what I hate is that I actually believed it." Those lies, and you are proud of it, and you are embarrassing yourself, God, what a shameful thing this is."

"You're being too hard on yourself for thinking that."

"It's better to be harsh on yourself than to realize the truth at a critical moment."

"Well, even if you think my words are all phony lies and flattery, I have to say it again! Believe me, Miss Grace, you're not that bad on stage, maybe Randy It's true that it has attracted the audience's attention, but it's not your fault, it's his fault, it's because he acted too well! So, please insult him, hate him, and exclude him... Go ahead, don't Hesitate! We all know that geniuses deserve this."

"Are you talking ironically again? If not..."

Grace laughed out loud: "I thought you were good friends."

Al said solemnly: "Yes, so I clearly know that no matter how much you insult him, hate him, exclude him...he won't care, because in his opinion, these behaviors are useless to P."

Grace laughed for a long time before she stopped: "Hey, your words are too rude."

Then, she changed the subject abruptly: "Actually, to be honest, I should apologize to you."

"The reason? I really can't think of anything you need to apologize to me."

"Ah, don't you know? When we first met, I looked down on you a little."

Al looked at her in confusion: "...?"

"You don't even fit your clothes properly, and there are oil stains on your sleeves, but you look amazing."

"……very impressive?"

"I don't look down on the poor, hey, I'm not saying you're poor... I just, I just want to say you, um, a few words are not pleasant to your ear, and you still get angry, don't say a little bit of demeanor, and don't let go Argue with me."

"...I didn't argue with you, did I?"

"Pretending to be modest, but self-esteem is higher than the sky!"

"..."

"Mr. Alfred Sylvie, do you know?"

"what do you know?"

"You reminded me of Julien, the leading actor in Stendhal's "The Red and the Black."

"……I do not quite understand."

"A poor boy, fledgling, ambitious, sensitive and irritable. When you talk about your pursuit of success, your eyes are so fierce that they turn green."

"...I'm sorry? But, but my eyes are green."

"Puchi! Don't look so wronged. I don't mean anything else. I just want to say that you look too aggressive like that, as if you are desperate and unscrupulous in order to succeed. It is easy to make people disgusted and scared."

"Oh."

"Uh, did I hurt your feelings by saying the wrong thing again?"

"No, I just don't know what to say anymore so that people won't be disgusted and scared."

"Oh, look, it's here again, and it doesn't take a single word."

"...uh, sorry."

Miss Grace finally stopped talking.

Then, she stretched out her hand sincerely and said: "Hey, you are too polite. I should always apologize. I am spoiled by the family, and my words are really not pleasant. But if there is any offense, I will apologize again. Apologize to you. Al, please forgive me for being a clumsy guy. But from now on, let's get to know each other again. I'm Grace, and I want to be friends with you, real friends, can have each other The straight-talking kind."

Al smiled, and still felt that this eldest lady was naive and not a child, so could it be possible to make real friends in this way?

But on the other hand, he actually didn't hate this kind of silly innocence, so he smiled and held her hand: "My pleasure."

So far, the two have settled their suspicions.

Grace took the wine glass aside and said to herself: "I really don't know what the outside world will think of this show tomorrow?"

Al hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "Since you just asked me to speak frankly..."

Grace raised her eyes and looked at him encouragingly: "Yes, if you have anything to say, just say it!"

Al said obediently and directly: "Okay, then you'd better not have any hope, and be prepared to be scolded in advance."

Grace's eyes widened: "What, what?"

Al is actually to blame for this.

Normally, when a play is performed, there should be a group of relatives and friends sitting in the auditorium. When the play is over, even if any actor does not perform very well, there will be no audience (after all, they are all relatives and friends) to find fault, or say , even if there are some viewers (ordinary classmates) who are not relatives and friends who pick faults, they are controlled in a small scale.

But Al wanted to create some popularity for his theater, so he sent invitations widely.

He sent invitations to Mrs. Jones, to Mr. Curtis, and gave some media reporters red envelopes (don’t think that journalists will say good things if you put red envelopes. In fact, for some small theaters, people who took red envelopes It means 'I will send you news to increase your exposure'. But whether the content of the news is good or bad depends entirely on what the reporter thinks. Those who have a conscience will give a few good words when they get a red envelope; If you meet someone with no conscience, you will even yell at them if you get a red envelope), and finally, the matter will be magnified invisibly.

Therefore, Al carefully revealed part of the truth: "I invited a lot of critics to watch the show."

Grace was still at a loss: "So?"

"You know, there are very few critics who are like eunuchs in the king's harem in the eastern country."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm useless, I can only watch others play, so, there will inevitably be times when my mentality is out of balance..."

"Oh, god damn it, what kind of hooligan talk are you... say it quickly, and then?"

"Then, every small mistake must be magnified!"

"Then?"

"Then, since you are the heroine, they will definitely pick you up from head to toe, don't say that your acting is not that good, sorry, don't stare at me, you told me to tell the truth...Anyway, even if you act You are very good, and you may be called shit by some people who don't like you."

"Fuck you, why are you saying such nasty things again! What kind of shit, P!"

"Yo, are you still in the mood to pay attention to this?"

"I can't help it, can you tell me how to solve this matter? Let the eunuch, no, let the critics not find fault with me."

"I'm sorry, I can't do it, and I'm often scolded as shit! However, I should be able to teach you a little bit of experience that makes me less angry."

"What experience?"

"Don't read it, don't care about any newspapers and magazines... don't read them all!"

"Mr. Alfred Sylvie."

"Here I am."

"Let's end our friendship here."

Grace was very angry: "I really saw a ghost and chatted with you. I didn't leave anything except my stomach."

"Are you sure? But our friendship has never been established until the end..."

Al glanced at his watch deliberately and said, "It's only 6 minutes and 45 seconds."

"What a regrettable 6 minutes and 45 seconds!"

Miss Grace sighed and said: "I found that it's better to lie, at least it can make me happy for one night."

The author has something to say:

Randy: Long enough!I've been waiting for a long time!