The Greatest Showman

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George knew he had a bad temper, but when facing Renly, he felt that his temper was particularly bad. %しBlood pressure is always challenging the limit, "You don't even record the tracks you created, so how do you record albums? How can we enter the studio like this? It's so lazy! It's so lazy!"

Looking at the anxious George, Renly's unhurried attitude formed a sharp contrast, as if George was the hairy boy in his early twenties, and Renly was the old man in his twilight years. Inexplicable joy.

"My defense is: just three minutes ago, I hadn't decided to record an album," Renly replied with an innocent look on his face.

George glared at Renly, "You!" But he only said one word, and then he became angry. He couldn't say anything more, he could only round his eyes and look at Renly angrily. That's how he felt. It is really uncomfortable to be stuck here, unable to go up, but also to come down.

Once upon a time, he was also a top-notch producer. All the big-name singers were so obedient in front of him that they didn't dare to talk back; defeat. Years have always reminded myself inadvertently that instead of regretting, it is better to start from now, seize every moment, and do not continue to regret it.

George knew that if he missed Renly, he would regret it.

However, there are no steps, how can he get around? You can't just sit down directly, it's too embarrassing!

At this moment, Neil came over and put a glass of lemonade in front of George. The tone in George's heart still didn't go down, his eyebrows stood upright, and he scolded without hesitation, "What kind of dog/shit is this!"

Neil didn't speak, just smiled and looked at Renly who was sitting next to him. George turned his head and cast a questioning laser beam. Renly shrugged, "I'm just worried, if you continue like this, maybe It's going to explode. I think we'd better avoid that as much as possible until the album is recorded, don't you think?"

The understated tone, but the sharp sarcasm, made George speechless for a while. If he was young, he would have raised his hand and smashed the glass of lemonade. But now is not the time to be young.

After this interruption, George's mood gradually calmed down. He simply followed the momentum and sat down. The flushed cheeks just now showed no sign of improvement, but the congestion in his head was relieved.

He pushed the lemonade back again angrily, "This is for sissies, I'm not interested." Then he raised the whisky glass in his hand, hesitated, and put the glass back on the bar After all, no second cup was added.

After greeting the guests, Neil walked over again, opened four bottles of beer neatly with a screwdriver, placed them one by one, and then raised his chin at Renly to signal, "Seat No. 7."

Without saying much, he put the empty beer mug aside, Renly grabbed four bottles of beer skillfully with both hands, and walked towards the position of the booth.

George looked at Renly's back as he left, and his eyes were rounded again - why was he thorny just now, but now he is so easy to talk? Renly is already a rising star in acting, even nominated for an Oscar, and now works as a waiter in a bar?

His eyes were full of astonishment, and he was dull but could not vent. He could only look at Neil and said angrily, "What are you looking at! Get me a beer, just that smoky beer." All his anger was vented to on Neil.

Neil shrugged innocently, turned his head resignedly to pour the beer.

"Welcome to Pioneer Village, your beers, can I help you?" Renly returned to his job as a bartender and said with a smile.

There were three people sitting in the booth in front of them, an old pedant with messy hair, an old artist with an Einstein hairstyle, and a sloppy old tramp with a full beard. The old pedant sitting in the center was chattering, and the other two were listening intently. The picture seemed to have an inexplicable joy.

Renly was not surprised. A bottle of beer was placed in front of everyone, and the remaining bottle was placed in the center. "Do you need a menu? Or a wine list? It's still a while before dinner. We're only serving some simple snacks here, but if you want, you can heat up a piece of pie anytime."

All three raised their heads at the same time, and the old pedant stopped talking.

The old artist sitting on the right took a serious look at Renly and said with a smile, "Why don't you sit down and share this beer with us?"

This... what's the situation? It was something that Renly hadn't expected.

Renly frowned slightly, and with a polite smile on his face, he joked, "If this is how you strike up a conversation, it's too old-fashioned, and it probably worked decades ago. After all, it's not anymore. It's the age of prohibition."

This sneering, snarky retaliatory attack showed Renly's position.

In fact, if it weren't for the old pedant in the center, the famous Woody Allen, and Renly knew that Woody and Stanley had a good friendship and had introduced him once before; then, at this time Renly's words would not have been so gentle.

Woody's expression remained the same, still the same as if he didn't seem to wake up, "Young people today are always too impulsive, but I heard that.

In a word, it is random guessing, even whether the other party is well-intentioned or malicious. Everything is about self, everything is about discrimination. Just like Don Quixote, I can't wait to raise the spear and dance and show my muscles. "

The rambled words seem to be bland, but the sarcasm and banter in them are inadvertently revealed, consistent with Woody's style.

Renly didn't get angry, the corner of his mouth pursed slightly, and then drew a shallow arc upwards, "People are always forgetful, aren't they? Always forget that they were once young too."

Different from Woody's tirade, Renly completed the counterattack with just a short sentence. You can clearly see the old artist's uncontrollable expression; the old tramp raised his eyes and looked at Renly and Renly. Woody paused back and forth, then continued to lower his eyes.

On the other hand, Woody himself, without any special expression, just raised his thick eyebrows like Crayon Shin-chan, and didn't say anything more.

The old artist looked at Renly with interest. "So, this is the little guy you're talking about? He doesn't look anything like that."

Woody shrugged noncommittally, his face still had a disdainful expression on his face, and the old artist was not frustrated, he made a look at the old homeless man opposite, "What do you think? Why do I think, this is not the same as imagination. There is a huge difference.”

The old tramp's gaze also fell on Renly, as if looking at the goods displayed in the window, the expression hidden behind the beard was unclear and unrecognizable.

The old artist was ignored by Woody, and he didn't get a response from the old tramp, but he didn't mind, not even Renly's puzzled look, and continued his one-man show, "He looks so real. is too young, definitely less than twenty-five years old, if it is twenty years old, I also believe it. And I can be sure that his tutor must be very good, which is a very interesting thing. You said , If I ask him directly about his relationship with his parents, is it too personal?"

Renly is now full of question marks, and there's something weird about this from beginning to end; are they targeting him, or is he hitting the gun unintentionally?

"I thought I wouldn't be able to see him today, didn't you say that he is no longer working here?" The old artist was still speaking confusing words, "Did you call in advance? Greetings? So he came here specifically? So can we talk in depth now? However, I don't think he looks right, so there's no need to talk. What do you think?"

The last sentence was said by looking at the old tramp.

Renly vaguely felt that the "he" in the other party's mouth was referring to himself, but he was standing here. It was really impolite to judge them so openly. This kind of feeling was not good, it could even be said that it was bad.

"So, is it the wine list or the menu?" Renly asked with a smile, ignoring the long speech just now. For nobles, it is their basic ability to automatically block those irrelevant words, alienation, alienation, or alienation.

The polite gentleman's demeanor faintly drew a boundary, and then built a transparent wall to widen the psychological distance between them. I can't see it, I can't touch it, I can't even say why, but it really exists.

The old artist tilted his head, more interest in his eyes, looked at Renly curiously, and again.

Woody's expression didn't change, and he interjected in a flat tone, "If you want to sit down, sit down now; if you want to leave, don't stand there and pretend. Those pretentious little tricks seem too much. It's clumsy. Hollywood's vulgar methods, it's better to stay there and not bring it to New York. It's not welcome here."

The little old man's words never had too many waves, but the sarcasm and indifference in them remained undiminished.

Surprisingly, Renly didn't refute, just nodded to the two people next to him with a smile, "If you need a menu, just raise your hand." Then, Renly turned around and left without the slightest hesitation. .

What's more, Renly didn't look pissed off or out of rage, as if Woody's words had no effect on him at all. The calm back, and the side face with a smile, even the footsteps did not change in any way.

Instead, the old artist smiled brilliantly, "This little guy is really interesting."

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