Cthulhu Fantasy : I Am The Great Old One

Although Shakespeare was better at writing, the things he had come into contact with in Straford were more focused on acting. Therefore, even though it was his first time going on stage, and he was the main character, Shakespeare did not have any stage fright. Instead, he performed his acting perfectly.    

But even so, it could only be considered to be relatively successful.    

"The setup is too small."    

In the backstage of First Theater, Du Kang summarized the situation to Shakespeare.    

"There is nothing wrong with the whole play. Everything that needs to be done has been done. But the layout is still too small. In other words, it is very delicate, but not bold enough. Do you understand what I mean? "    

" I understand. "    

Shakespeare nodded in agreement.    

"This is just the usual practice. It's not bad to act once in a while, but I think history dramas are better."    

"That's right."    

Du Kang also agreed with Shakespeare's idea.    

Compared to that kind of love drama, historical dramas that were born with a strong sense of love undoubtedly had an advantage. Whether it was an action movie or... Whether it was adapted into a romance movie or a comedy, it was much better than a simple romance. Besides, there were often big scenes in historical dramas that simulated war... Well, this kind of stage play wouldn't be able to produce any big scenes. However, those magnificent performances were still able to shock people's hearts.    

A good work must definitely be able to stir the hearts of people.    

And compared to the detailed expression of emotions, the shock that hit the face was undoubtedly able to move the hearts of many people.    

"That's why the thing you're doing right now has a bright future. Do your best."    

Du Kang patted Shakespeare's shoulder as an encouragement.    

Thinking about it carefully, he seemed to know a lot of people in the entertainment industry, such as Dante, who wrote novels. Virgil, who could write poems and songs, Da Vinci, who could draw illustrations. In addition to Shakespeare, who could write a script and become an actor. If Shakespeare could really become a famous screenwriter in the future, these people might be able to form a band.    

"Since you like to write scripts and perform, then continue doing it well."    

As if feeling that it was not enough, Du Kang exhorted a few more times.    

"Even if it is not well written, or rather, the performance is not that good, don't be discouraged. Think about it carefully, what is the reason for you to walk this path?"    

" Because of what... "    

Shakespeare seemed to have thought of something and smiled.    

"Because I like writing. After all, if I really want to make money, I will stay in my hometown and continue to make gloves."    

"That's the best."    

Du Kang nodded.    

"Since everything started with this love, then remember it well. No matter what, don't forget this love. "    

" Don't forget the love... "    

Shakespeare nodded slightly.    

"Yes."    

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"So, what about my scenes?"    

On the other side of the backstage, Democritur, who had a head full of explosive hair, was angrily grabbing the collar of the theater owner, bobby Qi, and questioning him with a fierce look on his face.    

"Didn't you say you would let me perform on the stage? Where's my scenes? Why is it gone?"    

" It's already done! It's already done... Ah!"    

As soon as the words left his mouth, bobby's entire body was grabbed by his collar and fell to the ground.    

" Don't try to lie to me! You didn't even do it right!"    

Democritur took off his sunglasses and glared at Bobby.    

"You said you did it half a month ago! And now you said it! One delay, two delays. Every time I look for you, I will drag it out. How long do you intend to drag it out? "    

" I... "    

Looking at the pair of fists in front of him, bobby wanted to cry but had no tears.    

"The problem is that there really isn't a scene suitable for you... I'm already urging the screenwriter at the theater. But they are also busy with the new script..."    

"The new script... alright. Do you have my scenes in the new script?"    

Democritur shook his fist.    

"If not..."    

"Yes! Yes!"    

Facing Democritur's malicious face, bobby nodded his head repeatedly.    

"Of course! Don't worry! Definitely! "    

"That's more like it..."    

After getting a positive answer, the satisfied Democritur finally let go of Bobby's collar.    

"Alright, let's go."    

"Yes, master!"    

The shocked Bobby turned around and ran.    

"Remember to give me a good role!"    

Looking at Bobby's back, Democritur couldn't help but shout from afar.    

"Mentor, you don't need to be angry with this kind of person."    

A calm male voice sounded behind Democritur. Old Arthur, who was dressed in a straight suit, walked out from the curtain.    

"Mentor, if you want to put on an act, you just need to say it. He is just the owner of the theater, how could he dare to disobey..."    

"Don't mess around, that would be boring."    

Democritur shook his head.    

"What is important is not the result, but the process. If everything was deliberately arranged, then no matter how realistic the act was, it would be meaningless... Ah, right. "    

As if he had thought of something, Democritur pointed at the large flowery underpants and sunglasses on his body.    

"I'm no longer your instructor, nor am I a student of the academy. Now that I'm free, I won't go back to work. Don't look for me if you need anything."    

"Uh... mentor, how did you know something happened?"    

Old Arthur was stunned for a moment.    

"I clearly didn't ask..."    

"How can you hide your little thoughts from me..."    

Democritur shook his head helplessly.    

"What happened? Tell me."    

"Thank you, professor."    

Old Arthur nodded and told Democritur everything he knew.    

... "This is probably what happened."    

Sighing, the old Arthur stopped his narration.    

"But after I killed him, he didn't even leave a corpse behind. He turned into a puddle of green water. Professor, don't you think this method is familiar?"    

"It's familiar..."    

Democritur sighed.    

With his deep experience, how could he not know where this strange technique came from?    

"But I don't want to care!"    

Democritur spread out his hands with an innocent face.    

"I am here to take a vacation! I am a jobless wanderer! Why should I care about the lives of these people? I just want to rest! I just want to do something that I want to do. Other than that, there's nothing else to do. Could it be that this is wrong?"    

"This..."    

Old Arthur was stunned on the spot.    

"Mentor, you..."    

"Get out."    

Democritur didn't even think about it. He kicked Old Arthur out of the door.