One Thousand Three Hundred and Sixty-Four Standing Alone

The 67th Tony Awards have officially come to an end.

There was no situation of sweeping thousands of troops and dominating the family that night. "Boots" and "Les Miserables" each won five trophies and tied for the biggest winners this year.

Among them, "Boots" won five awards, including Best Musical, Best Arranger, and Best Lyric Writing; "Les Miserables" won Best Revival Musical, Best Musical Actor, Five awards including Best Musical Screenplay.

However, the best musical director was won by Diane-Paulus, the director of "The True Story of Pepin", which broke a not-so-subtle upset and proved a fact from the side: the past year has emerged The excellent works produced are indeed countless, and the quality of several musicals is really comparable.

Otherwise, how could the Tony Awards suddenly start dividing the cake?

Overall, though, "Les Misérables" has a better quality of awards, with three of the awards being the big hits, again proving the show's popularity on Broadway.

Having said that, when the awards ceremony is over, whether it's the guests or the media, whether it's the melon eaters or the loyal fans, all the focus is on Renly alone, it's like... like a zoo. The only white whale in the room, although this is not an appropriate description, it is the truth, and everyone is bustling to watch.

"Renly! Congratulations!" Hidden in his eyes was a critical look. It turned out that Renly Hall, who made history, was just an ordinary young man with two eyes, a nose and a mouth, nothing special. place.

"God, Renly, oh, I really like 'Les Miserables' so much!" There was a scrutiny in the depths of his eyes, trying to find any clues from Renly's expression, as he turned around 's talk.

"Unbelievable! Absolutely incredible! But you deserve it." There was perfunctory and coping in the words, and then he began to spy on Renly's next project and his huge connections in Broadway and Hollywood. The outside world is implying that this is another PR victory.

"How is it? How does it feel? I can't help but tremble just sitting there watching." The tentative words and eyes seemed to treat Renly as a guinea pig, ready to study the true thoughts of "the first person in history" and mood.

"God, you did it, you really did it! Congrats!" After being excited and cheering, he began to take the initiative to make friends and sent out party invitations enthusiastically, as if foreign friends sent an invitation to Chengdu for giant pandas.

"Renly, can I take a photo with you?" Without waiting for Renly's consent, he raised his camera to take a photo, and then posted it on the photo wall, showing off to the world the glory and honor at this moment, they Witnessed history on the spot.

The coldness and alienation in the noise were isolating Renly little by little. Intentional or unintentional, it doesn't matter; what matters is that Renly now seems to be different--

Renly didn't care that everyone who approached had a purpose, because that's how Vanity Fair worked; what Renly cared about was that everyone who approached was hidden behind a mask, and he couldn't see any more. Eyes, those passions and excitement about dreams, performances, and art seem to be slowly disappearing, leaving only a bright light.

In a trance, everything slowly became familiar, as if it was Oscar night in Hollywood, as if it was a high-end party in London, as if it was a déjà vu from Vanity Fair.

He thought that this was Broadway, a unique Broadway, and it was still different after all. In fact, before the awards were announced tonight, this place was indeed unique; but the awarding of a Tony Award has changed too much. He was starting to miss Broadway before tonight.

The heights are so cold.

At this moment, the sentence is so clear and so ironic.

in sight and light,

Even Renly himself had an illusion that maybe he was really different. He is no longer the Renly who is crazy for the performance, but a trend-setter of the era who has opened up a whole new world. His every move can change the direction of the entire industry. Things are no longer pure and simple.

Renly knew that his ideas were too ridiculous and too redundant, let go of the burden and enjoy the fun and joy of the night, just like every night after winning an award before, that's enough, let alcohol be tonight. The protagonist, wantonly release, this is the right choice.

But Renly couldn't help but think of Rooney.

Rooney, who fled to Seattle after the Oscars, Rooney who was sitting on a bench in a grand evening dress, and Rooney who went to Los Angeles and returned to New York for her dream... He is really only now. Understand that feeling, almost suffocating dull and depressed.

Renly left the party scene at Radio City Music Hall, everyone was celebrating and ecstatic, but no one noticed that Renly, the protagonist, had left.

This is the truest face of Vanity Fair.

Standing on the side of the street, Renly looked left and right, the phone was in the palm of his hand, but he did not notify Nathan the first time, but quietly felt the cold wind blowing by in the middle of the night, carrying the Hudson River. The water vapor still revealed a biting coolness in the late June night.

He touched his pocket, trying to find a cigarette.

But he failed. There was no place for cigarettes in the pocket of the evening dress, and even the mobile phone was carefully placed in the inner pocket of the jacket, trying not to destroy the complete line of the clothes. At this moment, he can really use a cigarette, not because of a specific emotion, but because he can't describe his emotions in accurate words.

Looking down at the Tony Award trophy in his hand, if a pedestrian or a homeless person passes by at this time, he is willing to exchange this trophy for a pack of cigarettes.

Unfortunately, the whole street was clean and cold, and no one could be seen.

Turning on the phone, after a moment of hesitation, Renly called Rooney.

The waiting voice rang for a while, and Rooney's voice came from the other end, and she could vaguely catch her panting voice, as if she rushed over to answer the phone, "...Hey, Renly? I I thought you were at the celebration banquet now, so why did you have time to call me? By the way, congratulations! Congratulations! This is definitely a surprise."

The words were slightly reversed, but Renly didn't think much about it. Following Rooney's cheerful voice, the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't help but rise, and he felt a little more relaxed, "Remember the Oscars ceremony the year before last?"

Rooney was stunned for a moment, then she remembered it, and her smile stopped a little, "Do you want to run away now?"

"No, I won't run away, they're not scary enough to make me run away. Don't forget, I've been through a lot of battles." Renly teased in a relaxed tone, "But...I can use it now. A friend. Where are you now? How are you, time out for a beer?"

"...Sorry, I'm in Boston now. For a movie project, I came here to meet the producer and director." Rooney sighed regretfully, "But, if you don't mind, we can enjoy the same movie together. A night sky, then a leisurely time with a bottle of beer."

"Ha, then wait until you get back." Renly teased with a chuckle, "What I need is a real human being, not inflatable/gas/baby/baby."

"God, are you comparing me to an inflatable/gas/doll?" Rooney exclaimed.

Renly didn't care, "You should have a chat with Ryan, he'll tell you, in fact, inflatables/inflatables/dolls also have vitality, and your words just offended a lot of people."

"Inflatable/Inflated/Doll Love", a work starring Ryan Gosling, is also a work that Renly likes very much.

"Huh?" Rooney let out a helpless sigh, as if she was complaining coquettishly.

Renly could even imagine that on the other end of the phone, Rooney bit her lower lip and rolled her eyes, showing a smile, changing the subject, and ending the conversation, "I hope the film project meeting goes well."

"Congratulations again for winning EGOT. I'm not sure what it feels like, but what is certain is that it is absolutely extraordinary." Rooney also returned to normal and said with a smile.

The two of them didn't chat much, and then hung up the phone.

The smile stopped at the corner of his mouth and disappeared like smoke. In the same way, Rooney's congratulations are the same as the congratulations from Radio City Music Hall behind him. The sense of alienation and isolation is becoming more and more obvious. He originally thought that Rooney could feel the same, but he was disappointed after all.

But... what can he say?

Rooney's congratulations are a normal person's reaction. Is it necessary to express embarrassment for the winners on the night of the award? Is that really weird? Perhaps, his current thoughts are unnecessary and unfounded, and they are completely nonsense immersed in his own world, nonsense that does not need to exist.

Maybe.

Looking down at his phone, he saw that he had accumulated more than fifty text messages - this is Renly's personal phone, and there were not many contacts in the address book. As for the external phone, it was left with Nathan. more lively.

Renly would never confirm a text message in the first place, let alone reply to a text message immediately. Often, after waiting for the number of text messages to accumulate to a certain level, Matthew couldn't take it anymore and began to deal with it in a timely manner; but today, Renly hesitated. After a while, he clicked to open the inbox early and started to confirm the text message. Ghostly.

After a brief browsing, the familiar names in the impression were sent congratulatory text messages at the first time, even Arthur and Andre were no exception. Obviously, even outsiders are not exempt from paying attention. From a certain angle Said, it also proved that this news event was vigorous.

Renly didn't reply.

Just as he was about to log out of the inbox again, Renly saw a text message from Matthew.

"How are you?"

Staring at the text message quietly, after a moment of hesitation, Renly replied to a text message, and just after turning off the phone screen, Matthew's reply arrived. Renly stared at the screen of the phone in his hand seriously, his nose was slightly sore, But the smile on the corner of his mouth could not help but rise slightly.

He is not alone after all.

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