Saint

Chapter 32: stars (four)

Being noticed is not in line with my plan. Fulan thought that he didn't expect to be popular. For three days of performances, the tent of the troupe was filled with people every day. People love to see his performance. It's not the kind of clown play, but the sad tone of an ugly man. Everyone in the troupe is like living in a dream. It's unique. Nicole always stares at Fulan and says, "it's really strange. Is it possible that human aesthetic standards have changed?" Anyway, there is a miracle in reality. The cardinal had to perform three times a day, and sometimes another performance. On the fourth day, they even performed five times. Even the smoke bombs at the end were not needed. Liming fort has accepted Fulan's appearance. At each curtain call, the whole audience stood up and the cheers made the shelf of the big tent slightly shake. In the wilderness and riverside outside the town, there are tall and straight little white birches and light yellow flowers. But these days, the flower quilt was pulled up completely, and those petals were thrown by people in the tent, so that, when I was on duty every day, I had to hire several temporary workers to clean the ground like a flower blanket. Bari complains that her fingers are cramped by the fragmentary bills every day. It's always on her lips to expand the scale of the troupe, but another competition is not enough. The small circus with poor income has begun to contact with her to see if it can be merged. Of course, when sharing, the cardinal has to take the lead. On the night before the end of the market, a young man came to the gilded rose. His face was white and clean, his hair was neatly combed, and his clothes were a little old, but it was decent. He was a middle-class and lower class person who had received a good education but had little surplus property. "I'm a playwright," he said to Bari. "Oh, sir, our travelling troupe can't afford to hire playwrights." "These days, the cardinal troupe is quite a hit." "Of course, our Quasimodo is excellent." Bari is so proud. "But how long can this momentum last?" The head of the group was a little upset, "Sir, the prophet of crow mouth, but he will be burned." "Ma'am, it's true." the man carefully analyzed, "for six days in a row, your troupe is playing the same drama. Although the adaptation is good, the greatest credit lies in the subtlety of the original. A successful troupe cannot lack its own original script." "Please go on." the head of the group was a little interested. "People's participation in your drama is because it's novel. Since the birth of the drama, there has never been an ugly person who can play the leading role in the eight passes. Those people can only be used as funny embellishments in the drama. The appearance of Quasimodo meets the psychology of the audience. They can enjoy the plot with a sense of superiority." Oh, even he can save the princess and fight against the dark, so I should also be able to. "The audience's sense of superiority can better satisfy their imagination, cheer for Mr. Quasimodo, and also cheer for the dream of the little people who are eager to create miracles." "You say that, you mean that Casey Modoo is not good at acting?" Bari was angry. If this was not a hotel but a cardinal's camp, she would have kicked the crow's mouth out long ago. "Yes." crow mouth continued, "he has no professional training, and his performance skills are very naive. But, it's not the main problem." "What do you want to say?" "People have a kind of herd mentality. When every city can cheer for Quasimodo, it's not a problem of appearance and acting skills. A star who is respected by all, even if he makes mistakes on the stage, will be considered as a personal style by fans. In that way, the cardinal will perform in the Grand Theater of the metropolis, not in the countryside." Obviously, "performing in the metropolitan theater" moved Bari. She asked with concern, "according to your idea, what should we do?" First, tour from a small place, so that he has the opportunity to hone his acting skills, and then go to the big city. I believe that in a short time, even the most picky Imperial City Tanding theater can have a place for us. " After a long silence, Bari said with admiration, "you are the most fierce job seeker I've ever met. Let's talk about your salary requirements." "Share. If it's my script, I get 10% of my income for each performance." "That's not good, it's too high. And I haven't seen your work yet." "You can try it first. If it's popular, you can start to pay." Fulan didn't know that in the hall downstairs, the two were determining his future. He is considering resigning after the end of the market. Find a humble job and gradually improve his revenge plan. On the last day of the market day, the troupe had more members. Before the performance, the head of Bari introduced to the group, "this is Mr. Lauren, and later he will be a full-time playwright of cardinal." "Can we have our own playwrights?" Nicole exclaimed. Fulan nodded to Lauren. Now that he had made up his mind to leave, he could only simply wish the troupe a better development. But he didn't expect that it was the performance of the day that made him unable to leave. It was the third performance. Near dusk, the audience was waiting for the knights in the play to overcome the evil once again. When they hugged and kissed their lovers, they threw flowers to the stage. People are concentrated on watching, and with the plot, they sigh or smile from time to time. For example, in the court at the beginning, Fulan mobilized and dominated the emotions of all people. So when someone opened the curtain in front of the tent door, no one cared. It was a platinum haired girl, wearing Zhuang Mu's Knight's uniform. She stood under the stage and stared at Fulan. The pale flame was looming on her body. The girl was angry and confused, and her hand slowly moved to the hilt at her waist. The body is similar, the face is full of scars rather than stitching marks, two hands, the general size, and in memory, the stitching monster in the sewer, very similar, but some different. "Heaven, I am bathed in your supreme glory. Please guide me. Is it it? Is it the devil?" She chanted, she prayed, she pulled out the sword.