[Rebirth] King of Theater

Sometimes being too sober is really not a good thing.

Alben could be immersed in the enthusiastic praise of his relatives and friends, pick up the script confidently, and go to the meeting the next day full of energy, but because he unfortunately regained his sanity at the last moment, he had to start a little nervously. Repeatedly pondering another possibility in your mind: "Would it be embarrassing if I was rejected?"

Randy told him, "Maybe, but you're not going to get knocked down that easily."

Al was very surprised: "What you said sounds quite interesting."

"Because it's you, Al!"

Randy has more confidence in Al than Mr. Curtis and the others: "Have you never encountered setbacks before? Haven't you encountered failures before? But now think about it, what happened to those setbacks and failures? Not yet You have conquered them all! Honey, there is nothing difficult for you in this world! As long as you want to, even if you can't do it for a while, I believe that one day, you will definitely make a comeback."

"A comeback?"

"Yes, a temporary failure is nothing at all. It's like tripping over a small stone on the road. Sooner or later you will show greater success. Let those blind guys take a good look at how much you were at the beginning. They have blind eyes!"

"Oh, am I that good?" Al said smiling at him.

Randy sighed, walked over and hugged him: "I hope you're not so good, so that I have room to develop."

"Don't worry, you definitely have room for development." Al patted his hand, pointed to the script manuscript of "The Laughing Man", the name of the actor 'Gwynplaine', and read a line with great interest : "It doesn't matter who the passenger is when the ship sinks."

But who knows, Randy blinked his blue eyes, and answered the second half of the sentence very skillfully and naturally: "This part of the people will be buried in the bottom of the sea, and the other part will not be spared. The abyss is waiting for everyone."

"Oh, you actually memorized it?"

"Aren't I your default hero? What's so strange about the hero memorizing a few lines?"

"That makes sense, but let's change the subject now."

"Why change the subject? Don't you like the line I'm reciting? Which scene do you want to hear? Just say it."

"It's not a question of which line I want to hear, but... You have to recite the lines while taking off my clothes. Well, this is definitely not a good habit."

"Why isn't it a good habit? Doesn't this just prove my hard work and seriousness?"

"Oh, fuck you, you didn't work so hard and seriously."

"Oh, honey, don't kick me, you are so hard to please!"

Ignore this shameless remark that the villain will sue first...

On the whole, being with a lover really helps to relax the spirit.

The next day, when it was time to meet Director Costa Winchell, Al felt less anxious and nervous.

"It's not a big deal." He thought for a while in his heart: "It would be the best if we can have a good talk and get along with this powerful director, and start a cooperation! But if it is really inappropriate and there is no way to cooperate, then There is no need to be overwhelmed by the halo of his achievements in the previous life. After all, there are many differences between this life and the previous life, and the world is not static. In the final analysis, everything must serve the drama itself."

After thinking clearly about the matter along the way, Al became more and more calm.

Then, standing in front of Costa Winchell's villa, he rang the doorbell without hesitation.

That's right.

The place where editor-in-chief Bernie helped them meet yesterday was none other than Director Costa Winchell's home.

Although it was introduced by a familiar friend, the first time I met someone was at home...

From this, it can also be seen that the director is different from others.

At the same time, after all, he was going to meet the most famous director in the drama world in his previous life. Although Al had adjusted his mentality and learned some dirty information from the teacher, he couldn't help but imagine it. The demeanor of this great director.

In his previous life, he had seen photos of this director in magazines. He looked handsome, with bronzed healthy skin and dazzlingly white teeth. His hair was long and neatly combed behind his head. He looked very handsome when he smiled. Handsome and charming.

"No wonder you can eat soft rice."

While Al was thinking about it in his mind, he couldn't help imagining the situation of meeting the director, such as how to greet him, how to talk about the script, how to tactfully test whether the other party's point of view is consistent with his own...

However, to his astonishment, none of his ideas came in handy.

Because this meeting was really unexpected and unique.

"You go directly." A middle-aged woman dressed as a maid opened the door and led Al into the living room.

But she didn't invite the guests to sit down. Instead, she pointed to the corridor and said: "You came a bit early, and there is a guest in front of you who hasn't left. However, he has been here for almost half a day. It should be It's over, so you go straight there, go ahead, turn left to the second room, walk in and you're there."

...so casual?

Al had no choice but to walk in the direction the maid pointed with a confused look on his face.

Not too hard to find either.

Because you can hear voices from far away.

Evidently, the maid's remark that 'you have a guest ahead' was not false.

He walked all the way to the second room, unscrewed the door, followed the sound and continued to walk in, and before he knew it, he came to the bathroom.

At this time, director Costa Winchell was completely naked, with his buttocks bare, sitting in the bathtub, looking forward with a deep expression.

To be honest, this scene is really confusing.

Al was extremely embarrassed, neither knowing what to say nor where to look.

Fortunately, this is not an environment where the two of you are alone...

Next to the bathtub, there was another person standing.

This man is chanting loudly: "Ah, the great arbiter Zeus will take out his magic scales to decide the outcome of this war... The Greeks will continue to lose until they are driven into the Mediterranean Sea... ..."

"Sounds like the Battle of Troy."

Al was successfully distracted and thought about it in his heart.

At this moment, Director Costa Winchell just saw him coming, his eyes burst into bright light instantly, and he shouted in a tone as if he was saved: "Ah! Mr. Sylvie, you are here! Great! Yes, you are so punctual, you are a punctual person, is our appointment at ten o'clock? Ah, ten o'clock, what a wonderful ten o'clock! Good!"

He turned his head quickly, and cheerfully issued an order to evict the man next to the bathtub who was talking about the Battle of Troy: "Sorry, Miles, it's not that I don't want to listen to your script, it's just that the next guest I invited has already arrived ,look……"

"But I'm only two acts away from reading, why don't you let him wait a while?"

Miles took a step forward with excitement, clinging to the bathtub and shouting: "Director Winchell, for God's sake, give me a little more time! Please believe me, I wrote the last two scenes wonderfully and unparalleled , It’s all the strength of breastfeeding, you must like it after listening to it.”

"No—!" Costa wailed in despair in the bathtub.

"Please listen to my advice, Miles, it's right to use your breastfeeding strength, but it also depends on who you are targeting! If you use it on a male, the result will only be worth the candle!" he said while saying , while slapping the water in the bathtub vigorously, like a fish on the verge of suffocation, causing the water to splash: "Please, for God's sake, let me go, I really have no interest in directing any Troy Holy Mary of Jesus Christ, why do you have to work hard on these old themes, can't you think of some new ones by yourself? Let's put it this way, Miles, if you insist on reading that script, you might as well kill Me! Forget it, you'd better kill me, come on! Stretch out your hand, grab my neck, and strangle me; grab my hair, and hold me in the water to drown; or you go Get a knife from the kitchen and hack me to death! Come on, kill me by any means!"

"But I don't want to kill you! Why should I kill you?"

The Miles holding the script was about to cry: "I just want to ask you to direct this script and put it on stage."

Director Costa Winchell tugged at his hair and shook his head in pain: "I can't do it, I can't do it!"

"You try, I try, let's all try." Miles wiped away his tears and put on a posture of sacrificing his life: "Come on, let me try my best to arouse your interest, and give me another 10 minutes! In 10 minutes, I read the last two acts."

"But the next 10 minutes belong to another guest."

Costa tried to die, and winked at Al desperately: "You can't make me a dishonest person, I have already made an appointment with this Mr. Sylvie."

Miles immediately turned to Al: "I beg you, give me 10 minutes!"

"In return..." he swore, "I will do anything for you."

Al was about to die laughing, no, he was moved by this gentleman's persistence, so he generously gave up 10 minutes.

Costa Winchell looked at him in disbelief: "Do you know what you are doing?"

Al pretended to be naive and replied: "Help others."

Director Costa Winchell murmured to himself with trembling lips: "Ah, what a kind person."

Miles gave him a grateful look.

He clutched the script tightly, as if grasping a life-saving straw, and read it aloud as soon as possible.

Director Costa Winchell lay back in the bathtub again...

He was dying looking up at the ceiling: "God! God! God!"