The Greatest Showman

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Inside the theater, it is as warm as spring; outside the theater, it is cold and cold.

Walking along the backstage passage all the way to the outdoors, the biting cold wind and freezing air-conditioning rushed towards the face, and the limbs that had warmed up a little on the stage stiffened again in an instant. He put on his jacket in an orderly manner, with a scarf and gloves in his hands, left the alley and returned to the main street. He was still thinking about the audition just now. He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly shivered. Come back to your senses.

I looked left and right, took out my phone from my pocket, and was about to call Nathan when a greeting came from the direction of the theater door, "Renly?" De Na's figure with an old pedantic appearance, a dark blue windbreaker, tightly wrapped, a beige check scarf drooping around his neck, still playing with the tan peaked top hat in his hand, walking quickly. Go down the steps of the theatre and go up while saying hello.

Time suddenly froze, and it seemed to return to five years ago, when I was still studying at the Royal Academy of Drama. That was the case with John Codd at that time. All winter, there was only the same trench coat, the same scarf, the same hat, and the tall, thin figure in dark blue, leading them to shuttle between the stage and the academy; until today , as if nothing had changed.

"How is it? Are you still getting used to it? London's winter is really bad." The first thing Londoners meet is to complain about the weather. John wrapped the scarf casually. "I can guarantee that the weather in the United States will never be like this."

"America is not just California." Tucao weather, which is also Renly's specialty project. Winter in New York is not inferior to that in London. "Why did you come here today?" Renly looked back at the theater behind him. Today was the audition for the movie version of "Les Miserables". If he guessed correctly, it should be an internal audition, and outsiders are not allowed to enter.

"The one who sneaked in, this is not Buckingham Palace." John waved his hand nonchalantly, and said shocking words in an understatement, but he couldn't help laughing, "Is there any difference between the Hollywood adaptation and the current version of the West End? I watched it for hours today and couldn't see it, if that's the case, why make a movie version? Wouldn't it be better for people to come to the West End or Broadway?"

A typical theater practitioner, who is extremely repulsive to movies, also loves drama so much, after all, he still hopes that people can come back to the theater.

"Make money." Renly snapped his fingers. Plays can only be staged in fixed theaters, but movies can spread all over the world. A simple and clear sentence suddenly made John choked and shook his head helplessly, "Yeah, who can resist the charm of money? I can't either, so I'll just keep my mouth shut."

While speaking, the sky began to drizzle, dripping raindrops fell on the cheeks, and the slightest chill penetrated into the blood along the pores. However, the pedestrians on the street were not in a hurry, no one opened the umbrella, and no one was in a hurry to escape. At most, they just buttoned their jackets, and they kept their original pace and continued to move forward.

Renly and John were not in a hurry, but John raised his head to look at the layers of clouds above his head, and pointed to the right with his right elbow, "At this time, a cup of afternoon tea is really good, why? Like, together?"

Obviously, John's appearance at the theater today is not a random event, so afternoon tea is not a random invitation. Renly nodded with a smile, "My pleasure." Then he walked side by side with John, stepped forward, and took over the conversation freely, "Is the afternoon tea on the next street still open?"

The West End of London is nominally the "West End", but its geographical location is actually the center of London. It is within walking distance from the bustling Oxford Street business district, Buckingham Palace, Regent's Park, Westminster Abbey and other famous landmarks. There are bustling streets full of tourists, as well as bourgeois lanes that only locals can discover, and true Londoners always know how to spend a perfect weekend in the West End without being disturbed by tourists.

"Which one? The French one?"

"No, the Indian one."

"Jesus Christ, which family do you like?"

"No, the scented tea from that one is really bad, and it left an indelible impression on me. If we are going to that one now, I recommend going to Costa to buy a take-away."

Costa is actually the same as Starbucks, a fast takeaway coffee chain, but Costa originated in Italy, and their coffee beans are better. In the UK, Costa's market share is higher than Starbucks. But for a truly traditional Briton, Costa or Starbucks is not the right way to drink coffee.

Using Costa as a comparison, Renly's complaints are evident.

"If it were me, I would choose to commit suicide." This was John's answer. "The Indian-style one has moved away and probably closed down. Go another street and head towards Piccadilly Circus, where the new Opened an English afternoon tea. The style of young people, but the refreshment is not bad, the main thing is that it is quiet enough.”

Walking while talking, bathed in the British-style wind and drizzle, vividly interpreting the meaning of "wind and rain coldly slapped on the face", and finally entered the room, took off his coat, wiped the rain, sat down, and waited for the afternoon. When the tea is served, the body gradually warms up again. The noise outside the window contrasts sharply with the tranquility in the room. The muscles and nerves gradually relax and feel comfortable and idle.

"A candy?" Renly asked. John used to drink tea.

, always choose a sugar, then add milk.

But this time, Renly saw John shaking his head and making a "two" gesture. Renly didn't say much, just smiled, licked two candies for John's teacup, and listened. John said, "As I get older, the taste starts to get sweeter."

"A candy was only three years ago," Renly quipped.

John didn't panic at all, "For young people, three years is just a blink of an eye; for old people, three years is an incomparably long time."

Renly raised his eyebrows, "I thought this sentence should be said the other way around."

John blinked and choked; he changed the subject bluntly, "It seems that your basic skills have not fallen off in the performance on the stage today." Renly laughed dumbly, but did not pierce his teacher, nodded in affirmation, "But overall The expressions are still too subtle, and the sense of the film is still not lost, this set is not applicable on stage."

"The audition just now was for the movie version," Renly explained. "There are cameras under the stage recording. All of the whole performances have been closed a bit."

John suddenly realized, and gently retracted his chin, "I didn't expect to learn something in Hollywood. This is really an accident. It seems that, in the final analysis, the actor is still the most important part."

"Mr. Codd, are you complimenting me?" Renly looked over with his eyes fixed. Only three months ago, when the two reunited, John was still nitpicking, thinking that Renly had left the basics behind. Today, things seem to have changed a little.

John paused involuntarily with his right hand holding the black tea, then looked at Renly, rolled his eyes, and said angrily, "So are you ready to celebrate now?"

"No, but at least I can be happy." The smile on Renly's mouth was outlined, and he also held up his teacup, no sugar, no milk, this was the only way he could enjoy English afternoon tea, "We are now Sitting here, you didn't make a special trip to praise my performance in the audition just now, did you?"

"Why, you still dislike it?" John's eyes widened, holding a teacup, with a look of anger, but his thin body and scholar's temperament were really not domineering at all, "Although you have no basic skills. Leave it behind, but the sense of the stage still needs to be polished." John then returned to the theme and said seriously, "The role of Enjolras does not challenge you much, the use of stage space, and the audience. Emotional mobilization, it's all good. How about it, are you ready for a more difficult role?"

"Macbeth? Or Hamlet?" Renly answered sincerely.

"Les Miserables" is excellent, no doubt, and the top of the top; but for every British academic actor, playing William Shakespeare is a lifelong dream. It is a pity that the entire theatre industry is in a state of incomparable slump now, and the chances of Shakespeare returning to the stage are gradually decreasing.

John also smiled, as if he couldn't agree more with Renly's answer, but the words he said were another choice, "Jean-Valjean."

As a producer, John Codd has always been bold and careful, daring to break the traditional shackles, while respecting the cultural heritage, and can often collide with different sparks.

When Renly was still at the academy, John rehearsed "Hamlet's Sonnets". From the perspective of Hamlet, he connected all the famous works of Shakespeare at his peak, and walked through different story scripts, trying to explore the family. Different factors such as , life and society permeate Shakespeare's creations in different periods.

The play has been well-received since its release. As Renly graduated, there were rumors that a foundation was trying to invest in the play for a West End stage.

Today, John once again showed his boldness and madness. The premise, of course, is that Renly's previous two audition videos for Alpenne and Javert had also been sent to John; then the Enjolras audition just now. Renly showed his strength, and John made the right judgment.

"But." At any critical moment, there is always a turning point, and today is no exception, "I still need to go back and discuss with the entire creative team and get the approval of the sponsors. I will try my best to convince them, but, the first question That is, are you interested?"

Jean Valjean. This is the role that Renly is eager to challenge, and it is also the new limit that Renly is eager to meet. Not only is there no possibility of rejection, but it is embraced with open arms. However, before the statement, Renly's focus shifted slightly.

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