The Greatest Showman

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The sunset glow in the sky was burning recklessly, and the gray-blue sky revealed a clear and bright shimmer, like ink dripping into clear water, slowly smudged, layer upon layer slowly smudged. The dark green bushes, the light gray buildings, the dark red wooden houses and the dark brown roads were all hidden in a shadow, and only a vague outline remained, outlining and extending in the bright to brilliant light.

In a trance, it was impossible to tell whether it was dawn or just before sunset.

The ambiguity of time makes all the noise in the ear lose its meaning. It is magnificent in an instant, and insignificant in an instant. The surging heart rushes against the chest one after another, as if it is playing the music of life, all words and all thoughts stop. Stopped, just staring blankly at the magnificence and vastness of this moment, quietly feeling the majesty spreading slowly.

It is unimaginable that London can still see such a scene. The tranquility and majesty of Jane Austen's works are re-interpreted in just a few strokes, giving people a glimpse of the beauty of the British Isles.

This is not London, to be precise, but a suburb of Greater London. Or the countryside.

For most people, the countryside seems to be the place where the poor live; but the residents of big cities know that the real rich just live in the city, but choose to take a vacation in the suburbs, enjoying space and freedom that money cannot buy. And the tranquility that has almost disappeared.

Emma Fielding is quietly looking at the manor in front of her.

The typical British retro style seems to be older than the Victorian period. Every corner of the house can see traces of historical precipitation, leaving an elegant and noble tradition that lasts for a long time, but the specific culture and connotation, because of the lack of She couldn't say why she knew about architecture and antiques.

However, this did not prevent Emma from admiring the manor.

She had heard that vacationing in such a manor was becoming an emerging trend in high society. Not only can you experience the environment and tranquility of the manor to avoid being disturbed, but you can also enjoy the aristocratic life in the past, with distinguished butlers, professional servants, and a full set of experiences, truly recreating the aristocratic life centuries ago.

Fifteen thousand pounds a night.

This is only the cost of accommodation and services, if hosting a party, the cost will need to be calculated separately.

For the declining traditional aristocracy, this is an income that can sustain their profligacy; and for the rising new elite, it is an experience, as if after being gilded, it can survive Straight waist in general.

As the manager of the Almeida Theater, Emma can get in touch with most of the upper class and get a glimpse of the mysterious world, but she is still very far away from such a life. She never imagined that one day, she will become such a manor party the guest of honor.

What's more, this is not a rented venue, but a private party hosted by the real owner of the manor, Richard de Ville, Earl of Oxford, with completely different specifications and standards. Even if it's just an invitation, it's a great honor.

This is a special party held to commemorate the anniversary of the "Les Miserables" at the Almeida Theatre, but if it is only so, as the theatre manager, Emma may not be able to be eligible to attend; a further reason is that the Earl of Oxford The relationship with the London Drama Society, they hope to use the excellent reputation of "Les Miserables" to continue to promote the revival of drama, and also win more sponsorship and investment.

The Almeida Theatre has earned its place as an innovative pioneer within the industry.

Even if I was really in it now, that incredible feeling was still boiling in my stomach.

Not to lose his temper, but still excited.

He picked up the champagne and took a sip, his turbulent heartbeat calmed down a little, and a familiar voice came from his ear, "It's better to control the weight now, otherwise, you will lose your temper in a while."

Looking over the voice, I saw the figure of John Codd, with a shallow smile on his face, "Watch other people, the drinks in your hands are all decorations. Start drinking now, or it is /addiction/ A gentleman, or an outsider."

Only now did Emma realize that her cheeks were starting to heat up slightly. On the surface, she pretended to be calm; in practice, this was the third glass of champagne. She just felt thirsty, and unknowingly brought the glass to her mouth. . If it wasn't for John's friendly reminder, she wouldn't have noticed her gaffe, "God, I thought I covered it up well."

"Don't worry, they are all a group of monsters. We are normal people, and it's not a big deal to be nervous." While speaking, John, who seemed calm, also picked up the glass in his hand, took a sip, and noticed Emma's gaze, He explained, "It's brandy. It's more intense, but it's also more thirst-quenching, so you don't unknowingly take too much."

Emma suddenly realized.

Feeling Emma's admiring gaze, John pursed his lips and took the initiative to explain, "This is a little trick that Renly told me. It's just that I never knew what it was used for before, I thought it was college students working all night. Party tricks. To this day."

Emma let out a long sigh, "I think, I also need a glass of brandy." Because she felt thirsty again, the tension could not be eliminated at all, only alcohol can calm herself down a little, don't show any flaws, " Are you saying Renly will be there tonight?"

John shrugged, "Who knows." He looked around and lowered his eyes slightly.

"However, I seem to have seen Mr. and Mrs. Hall in the garden area just now. So, I'm not sure if this was an accident, or it was pre-arranged, or it was a well-known result. Phew, theirs Life is so complicated, it's a real headache."

"It's the same with ordinary families." Emma was not surprised, "Those working-class parents don't necessarily agree with their children to choose the path of being an actor. Their opposition is more than that of the nobles. And. Then they need to face the same situation, but deal with it differently.”

John thought for a moment, then nodded, "That makes sense."

At this moment, two tall men came towards each other. John raised the brandy in his hand to signal slightly. Emma then noticed them and raised the champagne glass as a signal. They walked over, walking slightly. He stopped for a while, briefly exchanged a few words, and then chose to say goodbye and walked not far behind.

"Both of them attended. Does this mean that Renly is about to appear?" Emma brought the glass to her mouth again, only to notice at this time that the glass was emptied again, and she should really change a glass of brandy .

John's eyes followed the two men away, and he whispered, "Huh, maybe."

...

"God. Didn't you say yes, this is just a private party? Why is the scene spread so big?" Saying goodbye to John and Emma, ​​Eaton-Door silently straightened his back and moved the stiff Shoulder, just staying on such an occasion for less than 30 minutes, he felt like he had just finished running 30 kilometers.

Andre Hamilton, however, seemed at ease and chuckled, "Isn't this exactly what you want? When you are energetic, you can concentrate on your work; when you are tired, you can quietly disappear. It is the most suitable for you to play. occasion.”

Eaton, who was standing beside him, showed a look of helplessness, and his eyes released the meaning of surrender. Andre curled his lips, "It's always so boring to chat with you. Alas, I'm starting to miss Renly now. Well, even Matthew is fine here."

In the face of such complaints, Eaton also smiled, neither refuting nor defending. Andre's attack was like falling on a ball of cotton. But he was used to it for a long time, gently shaking the whisky in his hand, thinking seriously:

Should he choose to get drunk and unconscious? Or should I just wait in boredom to see if there's going to be a bloodbath when Renly arrives?

Stop and go, the footsteps of the two finally came to the host of today's dinner. Richard de Ville was telling the waiter. After the matter was over, he took the initiative to smile at the person who came, "Welcome and welcome. , young people came to the party, and the atmosphere always became a lot more active."

"But you don't care," Andrei said rebelliously. "All you care about is drama, isn't it?"

"You can't say that. Young blood is very important for the supplement of the theater industry. I have always attached great importance to young people." Richard said solemnly, showing the importance and concern for the future of theater.

Eaton responded with a smile, "That's why you like Renly so much, right?"

"That's one of the reasons. But in the final analysis, his strength and talent are the most important. It's like Andre is standing on the stage of the drama, but I will never give it any attention. This is a truth." Richard Tucao is also easy to come by.

Andre didn't care either, "If you're expecting Renly to attend, then I think you may have made a wrong decision. First, he doesn't like such a grand occasion; second, the Halls don't Love encounters like this. George and Elizabeth are present, is this your handwriting?"

"If I said that all this was an accident, would you believe it?" Richard did not answer directly, but showed his innocence.

Andre chuckled lightly, "It doesn't matter if I believe it. What matters is, do Renly and George believe it? Also, do you care?"

"Andre, I'm really sad to hear you say that. You should know that I really like Renly." Richard said solemnly with a serious expression, but then his smile showed came out, "Besides, I don't think it's that tricky. George and Elizabeth have been very decent over the past few months, haven't they?"

Andre and Eaton exchanged glances calmly, closed their jaws meaningfully, and said with a long tail, "Yeah, that's true."

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