915 Premiere Night

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On the bustling streets, cars come and go. At two o'clock in the afternoon, the traffic jam is not too serious, but it is still flowing. Among the cars, a dark blue two-door sedan is so low-key, if you don't look carefully, you will accidentally ignore the Bentley logo in front of the car, thinking that this is just an ordinary car. .

Only the nobles of the real upper class can taste the difference in details. Every nuance of this car is unique and completely custom; and every inch of the interior is purely handcrafted according to the style and taste of the family and owner.

People with sharp eyes can judge the specific family affiliation and even the specific owner based on the streamline of the body: this is the car of Baron George Hall, the most noble and expensive car in the entire Hall family. The car, inherited from George's grandfather.

On ordinary occasions, the Hall family also has another relatively ordinary Bentley, which is used in and out; this car will only be dispatched on solemn and special occasions, showing the demeanor and posture of the baron.

Richard Martin has been the Hall driver for a long time. He has always driven smoothly and smoothly. He is familiar with the streets and lanes of London. At this time, Arthur Hall felt that his chest was burning, and the feeling of ups and downs was really indescribable.

Playing with the retro pocket watch with his right hand, he opened and closed the lid repeatedly, and the crisp sound echoed in the carriage; after hesitating to the end, Arthur couldn't hold back, and looked back at Elf, "Can I not attend? You can handle it alone. I think you are the perfect candidate."

Elf Hall is dressed up tonight, wearing a pearl white evening dress, retro design of the 1960s, the existence of corsets and waistcoats, outlines a slender and perfect waist, and the lace pattern and hand-made pleats are subtly concealed The body curve, but outlines an exquisite arc, elegant with nobility, a long supple hair is tied into a bun, the lines are not messy, and there is a cool temperament in the elegance.

Facing Arthur's irritability, Elf did not have any unnecessary fluctuations, the corners of her mouth did not turn up, but she seemed to be smiling; the calmness in her eyes showed her calmness. Even without a word, it was enough for Arthur to understand what she meant: You have no choice.

Arthur rolled his eyes, whimpered angrily, and muttered, "Don't look at me like that. It's between you and Renly, the two of you fighting, don't pull me in, I'm Caddy, yes, caddy." Both Alf and Renly are perverts, and he's a normal person in the middle, at the level of cannon fodder, and he's starting to miss Edith now: isn't that guy in London? Wait, still in Glasgow?

With a sigh, Arthur finally adjusted his sitting position, with a helpless expression of resignation, "So, what is our attitude? Do we know Renly?"

Tonight, the Hall family sent Elf and Arthur to attend the premiere night of "Les Miserables". The two of them will represent the attitude of the Hall family, and will also set the direction of the rumors of the upper class for a while. The task is daunting.

"Arthur, you are smarter than you think." Elf's elegant and decent words had an ironic effect, causing Arthur to roll his eyes again. "We went to premiere night, but we don't visit Renly in private, that's our attitude."

Hall. That last name is the best link, Renly didn't avoid it, neither did Elf and Arthur, so they were family, and everyone at the premiere night tonight knew that; Hall The family will not be ashamed, let alone timid, but accept the invitation of the premiere night with dignity, which is the dignity and pride of the nobles.

However, the Hall family still refused to accept Renly's existence. They only treat Renly as an actor, and what the other actors are treated is what Renly is treated like. More importantly, the people present were Elf and Arthur, not George and Elizabeth, and the attitude of the Hall family was clear at a glance.

Arthur's eyes widened, he let out a breath, and curled his lips to show his sidelines, "Anyway, I'm a caddie. I'll leave it to you tonight." He clearly knew that Renly was definitely not the type to surrender , there are definitely a lot of swords, lights, swords and shadows that you can't see tonight.

While speaking, the Almeida Theater appeared in sight. Through the window, you could see the long line of cars on the street. There were quite a few vehicles waiting to stop and get off. You can see a lot of them with a casual glance. Familiar faces, before entering the theater, I can picture the flowers on the warm-up party in my mind.

Richard Martin slowly parked the car on the side of the road, Arthur glanced at the corner of his eyes, and exclaimed involuntarily, "Is Emma Feidin crazy? She actually invited Alistair- alistair-smith?"

Alistair Smith, senior drama writer for The Stage.

"Stage" is a newspaper, founded in 1880, which is one of the oldest and most influential stage arts newspapers in the world. Based in London, this newspaper is published once a week and is distributed globally. It is loved by stage art lovers and practitioners in the UK and around the world for its rich information, true reports, and accurate and in-depth analysis.

In the UK, almost every theatre worker, producer, and professional theatre practitioner will read this weekly theatre newspaper without a single issue; even Broadway theatre practitioners are no exception. In the midst of a general downturn in contemporary drama, this newspaper has managed to survive, and

It has become more and more prosperous, and it has reached the present on the road of professionalism and authority. Its powerful influence even exceeds the status of The Times in the United Kingdom and the New York Times in the United States.

"Stage" is currently the only newspaper that never invites manuscripts. In order to maintain their authority and independence, they will replace a group of top freelance writers every once in a while, hoping to maintain the professionalism, objectivity and integrity of the writers. Profound and healthy competition; only a small number of industry leaders can have their own columns on the "stage".

Alistair Smith is just that. His commentary column on "Stage" has been going on for nearly two decades. Not long ago, there was news in the industry that the newspaper intends to hand over the position of editor-in-chief to Alistair, not only because of his authority, but also because of his uniqueness and objectivity , He will watch, learn and communicate with independent dramas in almost every corner of the world.

Entering the twenty-first century, theatre is a very, very small circle. For professional writers like Alistair, after a new play comes out, they give bad reviews or criticism, and the success rate of the play is often cut in half.

Their authority comes from objectivity and professionalism, and they will never compromise. Even if they are big stars, big producers, and big investments, they will never be soft-hearted. Because the theater industry has weakened, they are holding on to their last pride, which is also the source of motivation for the theater industry not to be cannibalized by the film industry.

People often wonder why the Tony Awards on Broadway and the Oliver Awards in London's West End are always so high-minded that they even disdain film actors, who are always impressed by these two awards and the drama. The above is why: professional enough, objective enough, and authoritative enough.

Any new play in the West End, Alistair will be there. Some are premieres, some are not. More often, he will choose a certain unexpected moment in a low-key manner, watch the drama, then wait for a few days, silently release the drama review, and give the crew a huge surprise - as for the gift Or a bomb, we will only know when the review is revealed.

After the habit has gradually formed, few people will take the initiative to invite Alistair to attend the premiere. Because everyone knows that he will definitely watch it, and he will definitely write drama reviews, and he will never lose face. Even when some people sent an invitation, Alistair didn't buy it at all, but instead made a mess.

Just now, Arthur noticed Alistair. Even the aristocrats read Alistair's play reviews as a reference; the industry's top play critic, relying on his talent and ability, has indeed occupied a place in London's high society.

Elf didn't make a fuss, she swept her eyes around and noticed Alistair's figure; after waiting for Arthur to get out of the car, she stretched out her right hand and helped Elf get out of the car, she held Alistair in her arms. Se's arm, and then whispered, "How do you know that it wasn't invited by Andre Hamilton?"

Based on Emma Fielding's face alone, it is estimated that Alistair will not buy it at all.

Arthur thought about it seriously, and had to gently nod his head in agreement. It's just that Andre's move is a help or a disservice, it's unknown.

At the moment at the entrance of the Almeida Theater, there are people coming and going, bustling, and the crowded scene is even a little noisy. The spacious streets are covered with crowds, and the crowds in large groups make it look like the Moulin Rouge in Paris. In such a popular tourist spot, all styles, all temperaments, all gestures have become vulgar.

There was a large group of people standing at the entrance of the theater, probing their brains, talking, and dancing; the road was full of different faces, and they held up the signs in their hands, "purchase tickets", "please give me one. Tickets" and "Are there any extra tickets?" His eyes were full of longing and pleading.

Everyone in sight, at least most of them, are all dressed up, if not three-piece suits, tuxedos, evening dresses, at least suits with shirts, and shiny leather shoes, ready to watch. The preparations for the performance and the etiquette are in place; but the crowd is really too noisy and there is no elegance at all.

With a decent smile on Elf's face, "Fortunately, father and mother didn't attend."

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