The Greatest Showman

“It's too late, it's too late.”

Renly glanced at the clock on the hall wall and wailed in pain, his habit of sleeping in should really be changed.
Although it is said that today's audition has no time regulations, 9:00 a.m.
to 6:00 p.m., any time throughout the day to arrive, but if he did not crave the laziness of the nest, at this time he would have been waiting in the queue, who knows whether the people in line for the audition today will fill the entire theater.

At that moment, the phone rang abruptly, the melody of Bach's unaccompanied cello suite mellow and melodious, flowing slowly in the golden sunlight, but for Renly, it just made him more and more flustered.
He picked up the phone and skimmed it, then dropped it into his backpack, took the keys from the TV table by the door in his hand, and quickly left the room, leaving the wooden door buzzing with a thud and a groan of complaint.

The only good thing about getting up late is that you avoid the rush hour.
Otherwise, in the big city of New York, there are millions of cabs, but few can be stopped in times of emergency.

“Broadway Avenue, Sixth Street.” Renly shouted, before bringing the door up, and the cab immediately started the engine again.

The phone in the backpack was still tirelessly ringing, the melody like a river of moonlight persistently calling for Renly's favor/pleasure.
The actual fact is that you can find a lot of people who are not able to get a good deal on a lot of things.

“Hello, this is Renly Hall.” Picking up the phone, Renly quickly said.

“Renly, what the hell are you doing! You should know that it's a very rude thing to do to refuse to answer your phone.” A dignified and elegant, yet stern voice came from the other end of the phone.

Renly could effortlessly picture the other person in his mind, a white lace shirt with coffee-colored straight suit pants, a spotless sky-blue blazer, today's “Times” in front of her, next to the aroma of black tea and dessert.

“Mother, you should know that there is a time difference between us, and it is now 10:30 a.m.
here.
“Renly slowed down his speech, unhurried composure, gentlemanly manners in the midst of elegance, but the words were countered with a hint of hidden sarcasm.

On the other end of the line was none other than Renly's mother in this life, Elizabeth Hall, who lives in London, across the Atlantic, and owns an art gallery located on Piccadilly Street, not far from Smoerset-House.

“Are you telling me that you just got up?” Elizabeth's voice lifted slightly with a nonchalant air of authority, “You shouldn't let yourself live unbridled like that, and you know it.” Renly pursed his lips, a hint of disapproval in his eyes, but no intention to retort, they have argued more than enough, there is no need to keep going over and over again.

Elizabeth also seems to realize this, taking a deep breath, readjusting her emotions and speaking again, “I know your dream of being an actor, and after much thought, your father and I thought we should give you a chance to showcase yourself, or at least let you prove your talent.
So, you buy a ticket to come back to London today, next March, 'Hamlet' will soon be back in London's West End, and we have secured the opportunity for you to perform.”

“What? 'Hamlet'?” As one of Shakespeare's four most famous tragedies, this play was naturally famous enough, and if he could be part of the regular cast, it would definitely be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

However, after the surprise, Renly then began to question why his father and mother, who had never supported his dream of becoming an actor since he was a child, and even strongly opposed it, had changed their attitude today.
He had been in New York for three months, and even if he were to do something different, he had already missed the boat…
Was there something special about today?

“You mean it?” Renly's eyebrows couldn't help but frown slightly, “Then what happened to your occupational prejudice against actors? Aren't you guys worried that after I become a real actor, there will be no turning back?”

“Are you really prepared to make acting a lifelong career?” Elizabeth's tone seemed a bit hard, even if not deliberately upward, but the hint of coldness hidden in it is not to be doubted, “you are prepared to spend your life out in the open, and then lowly plead for jobs, exposed to the limelight to sell the privacy of your life, to entertain others with yourself, to become the talk of the world after dinner? As a performer, you will always be just a plaything for others! You will always be a joke! Renly Hall, you should know that your name is far more noble than that!”

The slightest of slights, even without a single swear word, is enough to make a person shiver with rage