One Thousand One Hundred and Fifty-Four Back in Time

"It should be like this..."

"……Current situation……"

"I think we have to speed up..."

The back door of the Pioneer Village opened, the broken words leaked out, and the steaming air rushed out, a thin and tall figure walked out quickly, a navy blue vertical striped shirt, lined with a white bottoming shirt, jacket She wore a dark pink woolen suit jacket, a strong 1960s style, but it complemented the bar behind her.

The cold air swarmed in like a tide in an instant, the collision of hot air and cold air began to surge, the back door was gently closed, the long alley suddenly became quiet, and all the noisy discussions were blocked outside the door panel. , The sudden drop in temperature made a large goose bump appeared on the surface of the skin, which made people pull the jacket, trying to find a trace of warmth.

But then, Renly realized that he forgot to put on his jacket and went straight out.

Looking back, he still didn't go back. There was a dark, turbulent noise in the ear, surging in the rich night and the cold air. Not only did it not appear noisy, but it also brought out the quietness and depth of the alley. I couldn't help but raise my head and follow the source of the sound. The direction looked over.

At the end of the alley, you can see the hustle and bustle of people who are excitedly and excitedly photographing the team, one by one, chatting with each other, and the long team can't see the beginning or the tail, just intercepted a piece of it. In a short paragraph, it can easily depict the surging crowd, and the excited and excited faces in the night turned into vague symbols.

In the alley, the street lamps seem to have been abandoned for a long time. The flashing neon outlines the skyline of the city. Even at night, it is still like daytime. The blue-gray building walls are looming in the night, and the light is light. After sliding over the ground, it casts a large shadow, hiding all the figures and secrets in the deep alley.

The hazy rain and fog have an apocalyptic magnificence and decadence in the halo—

The more lively, the more lonely; the more crowded, the more lonely.

His eyes lowered slightly, and then he saw this familiar alley: wet ground, dark red brick walls, dirty trash cans, rusted fire escapes, broken copper and rotten iron piled in the corner...

Time flies, the world has been vicissitudes of life, but it seems to have forgotten this corner, everything is exactly the same as in memory, it seems that it has not changed since he came to work on the first day, even the large area outside the glass window diagonally opposite. The cobwebs of his body could not see any changes, and they were still shivering in the cold wind, and there were trivial drops of water hanging there.

The memory began to go back little by little, back to the years when I just arrived in New York.

So far, yet so close; so vague, yet so clear.

He took out a cigarette case from his pocket, took one, and put it in his mouth; he subconsciously leaned on the wet wall, ready to light it with a match, but before he could open the matchbox, a sound came from behind. After a while of coldness, he shivered involuntarily, shrank his neck in a conditioned reflex, and started to jump up on the spot.

He glanced at the back of the suit, not sure if it would affect the next performance; he frowned slightly and looked back, only to realize that he was in the wrong position, and then shivered again.

After realizing his actions, he was stunned for a while, and the smile on the corner of his mouth rose absurdly.

He recalled his childhood in this life.

Because, for aristocratic gentlemen, jumping feet, trembling, neck shrinking, these actions are absolutely not allowed, only servants and working people will feel the threat of cold weather, those gentlemen in high society always stay in The warm, spring-like interior maintains an elegant demeanor.

For the nobles, even when they go out, they must straighten their waists, open their shoulders, and have a calm demeanor.

Even if they did feel the cold, they could only wear gloves and rub their hands politely to keep warm.

Not to mention George and Elizabeth, even if Elf saw the action just now, she would definitely stop it with a stern look.

Leaving London and coming to New York, as time flies by, he has not recalled those childhood moments for a long, long time, and after the West End performance, he has not thought of those family members again for a long, long time - Arthur and I Edith was a special case, and sometimes, he didn't think Edith was a Hall.

But at this moment, those memories came up again, so vivid. It was as if he had just arrived in New York, he had just left London, he had just been released from bondage, he had just been freed. Raising his head again and looking around, this trance gradually became clear, and there seemed to be no gaps in the shuttle and reversal of time.

Everything is so familiar, the familiar pioneer village, the familiar back door long alley, the familiar performance night...and the familiar dream dilemma, the familiar waiting, the familiar daze...everything is too much It was so real and real that Renly couldn't tell the difference, and he was back three years ago in an instant.

That winter, that pioneer village, that New York.

At that time, "The Pacific War" had just finished, and we were exhausted and exhausted from filming and vacation, and returned to New York. In fact, he stayed in Australia for a while after the series was over, learning to surf and relax; even so, it was hard to get used to the cold and dampness of New York after leaving the scorching sun in Australia.

During the filming of the episode, he truly felt the joy and happiness of acting for the first time, and once again confirmed his dream and persistence down-to-earth. His talent was initially recognized, and he took a solid One step, looking forward to the future, looking forward to development, full of confidence and pride.

However, "War in the Pacific" has not yet been officially broadcast, and it is inevitable that I feel a little uneasy in my heart. I am looking forward to the feedback from professional film critics, and I also look forward to the audience's viewing response. It is so close to success but so far away. Ups and downs, a little bit of anxiety, and a little bit of excitement.

On the one hand, they hold their dreams firmly and do their best to sprint towards the goal; on the other hand, they inevitably doubt whether their talents and talents can really impress the public, whether they can really find soulmates, and Is it really possible to create a world, and even, do you really have talent?

On the one hand, witnessing the little friends who were auditioning and looking for opportunities together, one after another began to receive audition notices, and even further got the opportunity to perform, and won the opportunity in their own way, and it was inevitable that a trace of envy would grow deep inside. On the other hand, he refused to compromise, just stubbornly stuck his neck, refused to follow the crowd with them, and stubbornly insisted on himself.

On the one hand, he devoted himself to the polishing and research of professional skills, immersed himself in his own art world, and firmly believed that his ideas were correct; on the other hand, he began to panic again, whether the balance between art and business fell into impossible In the rut of escape, he will eventually become a speck of dust in the torrent of the times.

Even if the two lives are human, the unknown topics of life still need to be explored and explored slowly.

It was during that winter that Renly Hall and Le Verne Davis overlapped.

They are the same. They embrace talent, have firm beliefs, and are persistent in their dreams. Some foolishly insist on an ideal, but they are still lofty and proud, quietly waiting for their own opportunities, and patiently waiting for the moment when their dreams take root and sprout. . Although the contradictions and conflicts in their hearts have never really disappeared, they still raised their heads proudly and moved forward stubbornly and persistently.

In the face of Andy Rogers' scrutiny, he is sincere, but he has always put on a high stance. He clearly has nothing and is still picking and choosing. Compared with the breakthrough and development of his career, he is more worried about himself as an artist. The pursuit of the literati, the lofty and arrogant lingering of the literati, refused to compromise, and thought he was aloof.

In the face of "Thor"'s audition invitation, he never really considered it. He just used reading as a learning opportunity to read, and then put it aside and refused to pay attention. He was obviously a newcomer and had no choice, but he still demanded a lot. Embracing a pure and speechless idealism, rampage in Hollywood.

Facing the performance opportunity of "Buried Alive", I did my best and desperate, because it was the best choice in my mind, so I sprinted forward like a moth to the flame, ran barefoot and did my best to chase this work. , but deep down, he is not sure whether he is qualified for the job, and even more unsure whether this opportunity can realize his artistic persistence.

Contradictory and stupid, naive and stubborn.

Such a story is really too familiar and too real. He was like that, and so was LeVine.

Being critical of Jim's commercial performance, envious of Troy being appreciated by his manager, despising the vulgarity of the quartet, and mocking his sister's ignorance of art... In order to make quick money, he had to choose to bow his head, joined Jim's ranks, and sang a commercial Song, but wished his name was completely eliminated from the producer ranks, gave up the copyright, and chose cash... For the last chance, he traveled all the way to Chicago to give it a shot, but returned in disgrace.

It's Le Verne's story, and it's Renly's story.

Even the liveliness and turbulence at the entrance of the alley in front of them are the same. They may have heard the names of "Renly Hall" or "Levien Davis", but they are just to join in the fun and have never really understood him. Talent and creativity; they probably don't care who "Renly Hall" or "Levien Davis" really is, just wanting to enjoy a night of relaxation and entertainment.

They were bustling at the gates of the pioneer village, and they had nothing to do with him.

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