The Greatest Showman

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"You can take! You can give! Let him live! Take him home!"

That affectionate and moving call, sincere pleading, sincere prayer, full of deep tenderness, like an angel spreading its wings, gently covers Marius' thin shoulders, gently covers Enjolras When the bodies of the young fighters were covered with dust and blood, they blocked the strong wind and rain.

Marc Lacante couldn't bear it any longer. Tears welled up in his eyes full of tears. He stared at Jean Valjean on the stage, and Renly Hall in the lights. His heart seemed to touch the soul of the soul. He couldn't help but slowly stretched out his right hand, trying to get closer and closer.

But in an instant, the slightly trembling heartbeat stopped the palm of his hand, and he did not dare to move forward, for fear of shattering such a wonderful dream and blasphemy against such a noble god. It's like... looking to God.

At this moment, Jean Valjean's mournful eyes, flashing redemption and forgiveness, flowing with sacrifice and care, so gentle and so sad, gently licked the scarred souls; the tall body Keeping all the bullets out, guarding this last pure land earnestly.

Belief.

At this moment, I have become stronger than ever before, enough to shock the soul, so that everyone can deeply feel their own insignificance and lowliness. Devotion, all desires are all poured out.

What a great power it is, it can make the soul more firm, and it can make the mind more clear, not only a sustenance of belief, but also a ray of light that lights up life.

Mark felt the powerful power of faith like never before. Through the figure on the stage, he seemed to see the passage of time, the changes of time and space, the vicissitudes of life, the upheaval, the barrenness at the end of the world... and hope.

In a trance, Mark has completely forgotten the existence of Renly Hall, and the existence of the Almeida Theater. In the whole world, there is only himself, and the gentle, deep and touching melody is echoing. , then, reverently and intently, cross your hands, sit quietly where you are, and pray sincerely.

The boundary between reality and fantasy no longer exists at this time. They truly entered the world of Jean Valjean and truly became a part of that era.

"Oh, God." Mark couldn't help but call out in a low voice deep in his heart, and then the tears burst completely, blurring his vision and burning his chest.

...

Jean Valjean took a step forward slowly, lowered his head, and a smile formed on the corner of his mouth. He stared at Marius in front of him intently and deeply, his eyes were full of tears, revealing a touch of sadness and tenderness. However, it is more and more heartbreaking. The bitterness of parting, the heroic sacrifice, and the determination of faith, at this moment burst out an unprecedented powerful force.

He is a father, a father who is willing to go through fire and water for his children, a father who is willing to take care of his children with his own life, and a father who is willing to use everything he has to protect the happiness of his children, even if it is broken.

He is a believer, a believer who is willing to burn his life for the sake of his faith, a believer who is willing to follow the light of faith and run wild, and a believer who is willing to sacrifice his life to save all beings, just like... God sent his son Jesus to the world to bear Everything is painful.

At this moment, just this moment, Jean Valjean's soul has truly completed its transformation, washed away the splendor, faded away the scars, and became clear and translucent again, but he himself was completely unknown.

The sight is only on Marius, his Marius, Cosette's Marius, his Cosette.

All the excitement and surging gradually calmed down, let out a breath, and whispered, "Take him home." That affectionate call was like a light feather, sliding through the heart, and finally, the emotion accompanied Tears flickered and completely released, took a deep breath, and sang aloud, "Take him..."

He raised his head high, raised his chest high, raised his right hand high, raised his voice high, and truly gave himself to God, calling out sincerely and affectionately, "Go home..."

One step, another step, the treble began to rise steadily, and the emotions began to be released slowly; one point, another point, all dreams were released, and all passions were released. The surging emotion, in the voice full of soul fragments, bloomed proudly without reservation, getting higher and longer, and seemed to last forever.

Suddenly, Alistair burst into tears.

He closed his eyes grandly and tightly, trying to hide his embarrassment, but before closing his eyes, the hot tears fell down like this, and it was too late to control, it was touching, sad, baptism, and Shocked, as if standing in the long river of history and looking up at giants and ants in the sky, they just surrendered to the ground, fell to the ground, shivered, and let their emotions gallop helplessly.

Mighty, continuous, distant and ethereal!

Just when everyone thought the ending was coming to an end, Renly's singing rose to an octave again, torn apart in the air, and all the emotions erupted for the second time, getting higher and higher. The more surging, the hot blood and turbulent emotions are no longer retained, completely released.

"Home...home...home..."

Ten seconds, fifteen seconds, twenty seconds...

The long tail sound still shows no signs of ending, pushing the emotional release to the extreme, breaking the shackles, and pushing it to the extreme again. Then Alistair completely fell apart like this. This is the real power, this is the real art, breaking away from the framework of art, reflecting from reality into art, and from art into life, bringing continuous shocks .

Everyone is looking forward to this performance, and Renly lived up to the expectations, interpreting this song "Bring Him Home" into his own style, and gave it a stronger and more vigorous vitality, so wonderful that any language can be lost. color, and makes any comparison meaningless.

This is Jean Valjean, the Jean Valjean who relies on the soul of Renly, this is the Jean Valjean written by Victor Hugo, who has left the type paper, left the framework of drama, and is burdened with the difficulties and history of the times The weight really came alive.

Alistair clenched his fists tightly, but he still couldn't control his surging emotions. He just got rid of all the restraints and wandered in the endless vastness and grandeur.

"Oh, God."

The ending sound curled, and finally gradually dissipated into the air, but the voice disappeared, and the emotions were still surging. Alistair could no longer control himself, and suddenly stood up, got rid of the shackles and restraint, and frantically. Applaud.

However, he was still half a beat slower, and the applause of the mountain and tsunami swept through his ears. The entire Almeida Theater was painted with dust, and the vast universe was spread out in front of him.

Applauding, applauding, still applauding, unstoppable, unstoppable, even so, Alistair still burst into tears, moved and reverently sent his supreme admiration, and at this moment, truly surrendered.

This is the pinnacle! This is the show! This is life!

With just one melody, Renly has already explained the vicissitudes of the years and the ups and downs of life, but also the meaning of life and the weight of existence. They are so old as they sing a song.

Alistair was so embarrassed, with tears streaming down her face, like a helpless child, but her agitating hands couldn't stop, she just patted hard, and released her inner moving heartily. At this moment, he once again found his love for drama, and once again found the true meaning of performance, and once again found the highest realm of art.

The applause, the thunderous applause, echoed vigorously inside the Almeida Theater, shaking the whole world.

No one can make an exception. Mark has completely fallen apart and burst into tears, but he still stood firm and stared at the tall figure on the stage. He just wanted to pay homage, but he couldn't find an accurate way to express it. So, I can only applaud.

This is the closing performance of the fourth act. Once again, the whole stage is surrounded by applause and whistles. It lasts for a long time, and it is even more enthusiastic and turbulent than any previous act. No one can be an exception, and no People can get rid of it, everyone just stands up, slaps their hands hard, and becomes a part of this torrent.

The mighty applause eclipsed both the thunder and the storm. On the entire stage, only the tall and majestic figure of Renly was left standing on the top of the world.

The crystal tears, the surging emotion, the shocking surrender, and the moving beauty completely destroyed all the lines of defense and restraint.

Even Alf Hall lowered his head in embarrassment, holding back, holding back again, but after all, he couldn't hold back, and the tears fell like this. Pure artistic enjoyment, pure soul baptism, stripped of all defenses and masks, just like a child, simply feeling the shock, laughing when you want to laugh, crying when you want to cry.

At this moment, Elf finally understood and understood Renly, and the envy in her heart swelled uncontrollably, filling her entire chest so much that it was almost breathless; however, even more Cruelly, she couldn't express it, she could only keep it firmly in her heart.

Emotions have been completely out of control, but reason still refuses to defend.

Because tonight she represents the Hall family, not herself. This is the modesty and pride of aristocrats. At this moment, Elf was saddened like never before.

Fortunately, no one noticed Elf's forbearance and repression. The entire Almeida Theater fell into the midst of a magnificent and majestic applause. The roar of the mountains and the tsunami began to shake the whole world. It belonged to Jean Valjean's world, and it also belonged to their real world.

The charm of London's West End is in full bloom!

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