921 Excited
It was just a touch of goodwill. It came from trust, from friendship, from forgiveness. That touch of goodwill completely defeated all Jean Valjean's defenses, and also completely defeated the vicissitudes and vicissitudes of the past nineteen years. Like a ray of sunshine, It dispelled the long and endless night, but made people feel fearful and uneasy, longing for warmth, but afraid of being burned..
This touch of fear is even more touching than vulnerability. The scars hidden behind the fear have endless stories to tell..
Jean Valjean stood in the center of the stage, bathed in the warm light, unable to hide. All the scars and all the darkness were exposed. The protective shell of ragged clothes and unkempt face was completely defeated, and his heart was deep. The softest part was exposed like this, covered in blood and scars.
“He told me that I had a soul too! How did he know? Something touched my heart. Is there another way to go in this world? "Behind the helpless, hesitant, confused, and slightly trembling voice, Jean Valjean's inner struggle and torture was revealed, and he even began to doubt himself. Every self-questioning sound was like a whip, severely torturing every audience member. conscience.
Opening his eyes again, Jean Valjean took a deep breath and stepped forward again, crying, falling apart, and falling apart, but without any hesitation in his staggering steps, stumbling and stumbling, one step at a time, heading towards Walk towards the light on the left.
“I tried to climb out of the mire, but fell into the abyss; the dark night enveloped me again, and I stared into the void, looking at the whirlpool of my sin! "Jean Valjean has completely collapsed, with tears streaming down his face, and the pain is gnawing at his heart and bones; however, his steps are getting firmer, his movements are getting more decisive, and his eyes are getting clearer..
Every step seems to become clearer. From toes to fingertips, from steps to shoulders, from body to eyes, the perseverance bursting out from the inside releases powerful and surging energy, even stronger than The lights are even more dazzling, and the momentum that is approaching is rising steadily. The fierceness and determination between the gritted teeth, along with the sudden stop of the steps on the left front of the stage, have climbed to the extreme..
“Huh! "Mark took a breath, widened his eyes, and stared at Jean Valjean who was so close at hand. That tall and majestic body seemed to support the whole world, like a god, bathed in the golden light. Next. It’s just a momentary pause, a flash of lightning, but a huge change, and then——
He suddenly turned around, strutted around the stage with great momentum, and began to walk quickly. The quick step turned into a trot, and the trot turned into a sprint. His powerful footsteps seemed to have no intention of stopping, and he burst out with a spirit that would not hesitate to be shattered into pieces. Determination and ruthlessness penetrated the stage, broke the boundaries, and vented towards the audience in a mighty way.！
“Now, I want to escape from that world, that world of Jean Valjean! "After walking around most of the stage, the steps stopped, turned, and sprinted in the center directly behind the stage, and then rushed to the front of the stage without hesitation or reservation, without any signs of braking. A powerful wave of air was set off, coming in a mighty manner..
Sweeping the whole theater.
Rushing forward, rushing forward crazily, the powerful momentum like a storm finally reached its peak at this moment, bursting out without reservation, unbridled, and wholeheartedly, venting heartily and freely, even if there was an abyss in front of us, even if there was a cliff in front of us Even though the end of the cliff is mountains of swords and seas of fire, the aura of a moth flying into a flame still never stops..
At the critical moment, the ferocious and explosive footsteps stopped abruptly at the front of the stage. However, the shaky footsteps stood firm and firm, holding up the chest high and the waist strong, the excitement in the chest and the rush of blood. Boiling completely got rid of the restraints and declared his existence openly in the turbulent waves.！
That tall and unshakable body seemed to be standing on the edge of a cliff. The hunting wind was howling by, and the violent wind and rain were raging, but they could not shake the figure at all. In a trance, this upright body broke the restrictions of the stage and broke through Overcome the limitations of the theater, truly shoulder the entire world, completely defeating all shackles, all shackles, and all restraints！
Loud, sonorous and powerful, roaring and roaring.
“Jean Valjean no longer exists! Another period of life will begin from here！”
The mighty singing voice rose higher and higher. After reaching the peak, it soared an octave again, releasing all the emotions and feelings, deeply and deeply shaking the whole world. The light and shadow shook, and the sand and stones flew. , the world collapsed, as if even that body could not stop this surging momentum, breaking down the skin of "Jean Valjean" bit by bit, transforming, and reborn！
It ends suddenly, the music stops, and the lights close in! With a "pop", all the light disappeared, leaving only a spotlight focused on Jean Valjean, so that every audience could clearly see the tears shining in those eyes, reflecting the depth of his heart. Strength, affirmation, kindness, warmth, and hope.
The weathered face has faded away, and the resolute and strong facial lines burst out with divine light at this moment.！
Just a pause for breath, the symphonic accompaniment of the live orchestra was released instantly, from zero to a hundred, all the vastness and turbulence burst out in an instant, the deafening melody, majestic and majestic, like a sweeping tornado , whizzing across the theater！
Excited, truly excited！
Before his brain could react, Mark had already stood up and was beating his hands wildly, because if he didn't do this again, he would explode, and all the excitement and emotion suppressed in his chest would explode; emotions and reason There is no other choice left. The natural reaction of the body's muscles is a conditioned reflex before the brain's judgment..
Stand, applaud. Tears, roar！
“ah! "Mark roared forgetfully, but even so, the feverish blood in his body still did not stop, so he started roaring again, "Ahhhh! "The applause became more and more turbulent, more and more fierce, more and more crazy, more and more surging. He couldn't even feel his palms anymore, he was just beating mechanically and fanatically..
Wonderful! Wonderful! Enough to eclipse all language and all emotions! Enough to make every soul feel small and humble.！
This is the real performance, which completely releases emotions, stories, life, thoughts, and souls without reservation, shocking every audience, and making people unable to react in any way, except for pious and humble expressions. Kneel down on your knees and worship! Give your own surprise, give your own applause, give your own admiration, give your own admiration！
At this moment, Mark Lacante felt the power and depth of the performance like never before. Like a devout worshiper, he crawled on the ground in fear, his body trembling slightly, and he accepted the baptism without any resistance and surrendered completely! Surrender！
Applaud, applaud, applaud！
Mark's brain completely stopped thinking and just kept clapping. He couldn't even feel the other five hundred or so audience members in the Almeida Theater. He was the only one. This was a game between him and Ran- The dialogue between Agen, this is a dialogue between him and "Les Miserables", this is a dialogue between him and himself.
All the touches, all the shocks, all the admiration belong to you！
However, Mark is not the only one in the Almeida Theater who holds the same idea..
The entire audience, truly the entire audience, could not even wait for that spotlight. Everyone stood up collectively, and thunderous applause roared wildly inside the theater. The roof and walls of the entire theater began to be in danger, and the violent applause The applause was so strong, so violent, so crazy that the whistles and shouts were completely drowned out.
Only applause remains！
Alistair Smith stood up. All the smiles and relief on his face disappeared, leaving only a serious face, true respect and admiration, and he applauded meticulously with 100% seriousness. This is Renly- Hall deserves it！
Absolute strength! This is the real absolute strength! From lines to singing, emotions to performance, eyes to movements, and even stage use, every detail is perfect. Even Alistair can't fault it, especially the last sprint..
The powerful momentum came to an abrupt end at the edge of the stage. It was not only the control of the body muscles, but also the understanding of the stage, the control of the performance, the control of the rhythm. Everything, everything was just right. One less was not enough, and more was more. No matter how exaggerated, the free and hearty performance truly makes watching a drama a pleasure..
Perfect.
This was Alistair's only comment. Now, he finally understood why Renly had been silent in the previous thirty-five minutes. Renly is cooperating with the performance state and rhythm of his co-stars, and even using his own performance to drive the rhythm of the entire play. The best effect of sacrificing himself is to achieve the integrity of the play's performance..
There is no difference in importance and no special shortcomings. The whole play is balanced and appropriate, just like simmering slowly, creating an exquisite and perfect finished product..
All the repression and all the control are completely released in the last monologue; more importantly, all the contents of the first act are summarized, pushed to the climax, refined and sublimated, and truly convey the artistic meaning of the play. delivered to every audience.
God, what more could he ask for?？
By virtue of its first act alone and Renly Hall alone, the Almeida Theater's "Les Misérables" is enough to become the best play in London's West End in the past five years; but can it further become the best play in the past ten years? The best of the past two decades? Just look at the next five hours..
However, at this moment, Alistair didn't want to think about it so much. He just wanted to enjoy the excitement of this moment, which once again awakened his love and enthusiasm for drama. It's been a long time, it's really been a long time..
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