marvelous rosaline

15

"Won't you introduce our leading lady for me, Oldsport?" said Gatsby.

So the new "funder" is Mr. Jay Gatsby.

Well, Rosalin was not surprised at all.

In the daytime, Jay Gatsby took off the feeling of loneliness that was out of place at the banquet. He was wearing a dark blue herringbone pattern suit, with a neatly folded handkerchief in the English-style shallow pocket, which he took off with his left hand. His own hat, and in his right hand, he holds a classic Klesco wooden cane.The gentlemanly look, with his broad shoulders and muscular frame, could hardly be overstated as a model pulled straight from a Savile Row tailor.

"Mr. Gatsby!"

Sam Williams was completely unaware of the subtle change in the atmosphere, and he happily stood up to act as an introducer.

"This is our leading actress, Miss Rosalind Rosakova. I stood outside the interview room and eavesdropped for an entire hour, and I counted her voice as the best." After speaking, Sam looked at Rosalind again: "Rosalin, this is Jay Gatsby, our new investor, come and say hello to him."

"Good day."

Rosalin said politely, "I've heard of you for a long time, Mr. Gatsby."

She blinked her eyes, stood up well, and looked like a young girl who had just entered the entertainment circle.Even the timid and somewhat ignorant expression when meeting the investor for the first time was imitated penetratingly.

However, this only got Gatsby a meaningful look.

"Miss Rosakova, huh?" His light blue eyes swept over: "From your accent, are you French?"

"I am Russian, but I have been living in Paris." Rosalin opened her mouth.

"Who did you learn your music theory knowledge from?"

"My grandmother, her singing voice is quite famous in Russia."

"What about your mother?"

"Mom also learned to sing from grandma."

Rosalin did not tell a single lie: she did learn her knowledge of music theory and singing skills from her grandmother, and so did her mother.

At first it sounded like Rosalin was introducing her professional resume, but in fact she meant very clearly: her false identity was perfect, and even Gatsby couldn't find faults.

Gatsby did not let her go easily because of this.

The man picked up the cane in his right hand, and then asked, "When did you come to New York, Miss Rosakova?"

When pronouncing the false surname, his tone became a little more emphatic without a trace.

"Not long ago." Rosalin tilted her head: "Does this have something to do with our crew?"

"where do you live now?"

"..."

Are you checking your account?

"gentlemen."

Rosalin immediately put away her business-like obedience, and vowed: "I believe that Sam and Miranda chose me because of my talent, and I won't serve people like some singers to curry favor with investors." .”

Gatsby:"……"

Rosalin's astonishingly serious words not only successfully blocked Gatsby's remaining questions, but also made the entire reception room fall into deathly silence.

There was a bit of surprise in the sea blue eyes in front of him, Gatsby frowned, and opened his mouth in embarrassment: "I'm not—"

"Rosalind, you misunderstood."

It was Miranda who spoke softly and interrupted the topic: "Mr. Gatsby is an old friend of the Times Theater. As early as a few years ago, when the theater was struggling with funds, he was the one who solved the urgent need with his own money. Now investing in "Singing Angels" is a good idea." Because he has a good heart, not an ulterior motive."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!"

Sam was afraid that Rosalind and Gatsby might have a misunderstanding, which would spoil the investment.He hurriedly explained: "Mr. Gatsby is an honest gentleman, I assure you, he won't even look at his partner's wife! Son, don't worry, Miranda and I will protect you. "

Of course Rosalin was not worried that he would play his own way, he was Jay Gatsby. "The Great Gatsby" tells the story of the man in front of him who fell in love with his first love, Daisy, but was framed by Daisy and died.She said that, but she didn't want Gatsby to continue asking.

She knew that he was just using the excuse of "meeting him for the first time" to find out what he had done since he came to New York.

But they obviously don't know each other?How could it be possible for Rosalin to take the initiative to tell a stranger all her clues.

Even if he was an old friend of his mother, it would be a bit impolite to inquire about her in private, and then directly find him on the set, and parachute in as the "financial master".

"That's right, I apologize to you."

Rosalin pretended to suddenly realize, and quickly gave Gatsby a smile.

Gatsby narrowed his eyes.

His embarrassment was put away, but there was still a deep gap between his brows, as if he sensed that Rosalind did it on purpose.

"What happened to the theater a few years ago?" Rosalin turned to Miranda.

"Five years ago, the theater received two consecutive original plays with mediocre response," Miranda patiently explained to Rosalind, "The cash flow was not good for a while. Bill Brothers Investment Company took a fancy to this opportunity. They wanted to acquire the theater, but the theater did not We don’t want to rely entirely on big capital and thus lose our autonomy. At the time of crisis, it was Mr. Gatsby who took the initiative to provide funds to the theater, so as to maintain the operating power of Times Theater in our hands.”

Sam: "What else?!"

Miranda glanced at her husband helplessly: "I'm also one of the operators of the theater, so I know who pays the theater."

Rosalin's eyes lit up when she heard this.

If Miranda knew that Gatsby was funding the theater, then she must also know that the account of the suspected mother was also funding the theater, and she probably knew that her mother was still alive!

And, Miranda knew, but didn't tell anyone.

Sure enough, getting into the theater was the right choice.Rosalin cheered a little from the bottom of her heart, she had already found her way forward just as she took a step: find an opportunity to ask Miranda for more information, maybe there will be further gains.

"I misunderstood." Rosalin tried to put on a guilty expression. "It turns out that Mr. Gatsby is a great kind person. It's all because I just came to New York and heard some gossip about you."

"No need to apologize again, Miss Rosakova."

Of course Gatsby could hear the faint teasing in Rosalind's words, but the man was indifferent.He just looked into Rosalind's eyes quietly, with neither humble nor overbearing expression: "I owed Edith Poirot a huge favor when I was young. She passed away before I was able to repay it, so now With the ability, I have to do everything possible to make up for it.”

Sam's expression was suddenly very sad: "Our poor Edith..."

Rosalin did not give any response.

She could hear Gatsby's subtext: he was expressing that he was not Rosalin Poirot's enemy.

But forgive Rosalin for not being able to empathize with Mr. Gatsby's helplessness—what does the favor he owes to his mother have anything to do with her?

"We will definitely do all the work to ensure the perfect performance of "Angel Voices," Sam solemnly promised, "Otherwise, Edith will sleep in the middle of the night and kill me!"

"I am looking forward."

Gatsby gave Sam a gentle smile: "You are a friend of Ms. Edith Poirot, Mr. Williams. I believe in your ability. But—"

"but?"

"I read the script that Mrs. Williams sent to my house," Gatsby reminded kindly, "I am a layman and don't know much about artistic creation, but Mr. Williams, you know Edith better than I do I think she in the script... is very different from reality."

"Of course, of course!"

Sam was about to applaud Gatsby: "That's what the last investor asked to change. They thought that a weak and pure female protagonist would attract more male audiences--I bah! Even if you don't let go, Gates Mr Bee, I would not take this version of the script either."

Gatsby nodded: "Then I'm relieved."

Sam was very happy: "If I knew it earlier, I would have begged Miranda to invest in you from the beginning!"

Miranda couldn't help laughing: "I didn't find Mr. Gatsby, he took the initiative to find the door. Thank you for escorting the crew, sir."

"I also have my own selfishness, ma'am," Gatsby looked at Celine, "mainly to guard against someone stealing the theater's treasure."

On the surface, it refers to the play "Angel's Voice", but in fact it alludes to Rosalin's desire to get back the relic.

Well, not an enemy, but certainly not a competitor.Jay Gatsby's meaning is clear: he won't let Rosalind get the relic.

Why does this person speak in a weird way!

Rosalin murmured in her heart, what about the perfect hero who was generous, enthusiastic and passionate?In the original book, Gatsby was portrayed so beautifully that he was almost not a three-dimensional person, but in reality, he was vigilant against himself like a brat making trouble.

He still owes himself a smile!

"Yes," Rosalin kept smiling, "it's better to pocket the treasure yourself, right sir?"

"Rosalind! You can't talk like that."

Miranda hastily reprimanded her.She glanced at Rosailin in surprise, but didn't blame her too much.

The program coordinator dutifully changed the topic: "Mr. Gatsby, it is a good thing for the crew to withdraw the investment from investors who disagree with them, but I don't want to offend the original sponsor. If possible, I plan to host a banquet and invite the original The investor and the original lead actress, let's sit down and talk, what do you think?"

"It's reasonable."

Gatsby readily agreed: "There is no need to make an enemy for yourself, let's set the location in my mansion."

Miranda let out a long breath: "That's great, sir!"

Gatsby turned to Rosalind: "I will also send invitations to the crew members. I hope that this banquet will not cause any more thieves who jump up and down the stairs at every turn."

Rosalind: "..." Cheapskate!

…………

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The next morning, Marat & Poirot detective agency.

When Thiago entered the door, he brought a huge bag over.Rosalin who was doing Sudoku raised her head curiously: "What is this?"

"It's for you." Thiago put the bag in front of her.

"My Sudoku!!!"

Rosalin shouted in dissatisfaction: "What is this?!"

Thiago: "A dress from Jay Gatsby. His butler said, I hope you can wear this to the banquet."

Rosalind: "..."

She pulled out her newspaper from under the clothes bag, folded it carefully and put it in the drawer, then reluctantly picked up the bag and pulled the zipper.

Presented in front of Rosalind and Thiago is a set of ivory short-sleeved dresses, with Greek-style straight embellishments designed vertically to the bottom, the skirts are embellished with pearls and spun yarn, and there are delicate and delicate trims on the length of the ankles. Expensive gold wire.For decoration, there is a pair of elbow gloves and a shawl in the same color in the pocket.

Good-looking dresses are good-looking. The key is that women's clothing styles in the Jazz Age in the early [-]th century were inherently neutral, and they did not pay attention to highlighting any body curves.But correspondingly, as a sign of "bold and open", the dresses of this era are often short to the knees to show the aesthetic liberation of women.

What is this that Gatsby sent, a long skirt and a shawl, did she go back to the sixteenth century, is this a sack? !

Thiago also kindly excused Gatsby: "Uh, I think Mr. Gatsby is afraid that you will catch a cold?"

Rosalind: "..."

What kind of paternalism is this? Does he regard himself as her elder?