The news that Wang Qingyun is about to appear in a new work soon reached Xiang Gu's ears through planning.
He has been looking forward to being able to cooperate with Wang Qingyun, but he did not expect it to happen so quickly.
Guess: Is Yunda the main player
Planning: No, he is busy three times and can only play a supporting role.
Planning: But if you can invite Yun sama to make a cameo, our show will definitely be popular!
Planning: Little guess, you have to perform well, our crew has three episodes pointing to you~~
guess: Well, I must work hard!
guess: But the dry notes may be due a few days later... It's inconvenient to record.
Planner: Huh? Is Sanyuan busy
guess: No.
guess: I don't have any recording equipment, I borrowed it from the school. Recently, the vocal music classroom is always occupied, so I can only use it.
Planning: OK, then you can do it as soon as possible.
Planning is a very talkative girl. She knew that Xiang Gua was a student, so she did not force him to hand in a dry voice, but only asked him to finish the work as soon as possible.
Xiang Gu's finger tapped on the screen and returned a swan emoji with a hippie smile.
But if he planned the girl to stand in front of him, he would find that there was no smile on his face, his expression was indifferent, as if he was separated from the lively boy on the Internet.
Because it is not someone else who occupies the vocal music classroom, but the main creative team of "Out of My World".
At first, only the producers and directors came to cast the roles, and later the screenwriters and Chinese lyrics also came. They stayed at the hotel directly opposite the school and showed up on campus almost every day. Sometimes he was listening in the professional class of the ballet department, sometimes he was discussing issues with the vocal music teacher, and sometimes he appeared in the cafeteria... Another time, Xiang Gu met them head-to-head in the downstairs of the dormitory. The boy stopped and hurried away with his head down.
The main creative team seems to be rooted here. It was originally scheduled to stay for half a month. Who would have thought that the plan would be extended indefinitely, and a whole month has passed in the blink of an eye.
Huashi is located in the north. Autumn is very short. In the blink of an eye, it will go from late summer to late autumn. In a few days, when the ginkgo leaves on the trees have fallen, it will be winter.
And the stark change of seasons also gave Xiang guess an illusion, as if the crew had been by his side for so long, so long that even if he covered his ears and didn't listen to the gossip, countless new news poured into him. world.
Take Chen Ziran sitting in his back seat as an example. His friends are all over the world, and his news channels are very wide. Every time there is any trouble, he will shout to the whole world.
Ten minutes between classes, Chen Ziran sat down on the desk and started broadcasting again: "This time, all the boys in the ballet department between the ages of 16 and 18 were called, adding up to 52 people, but only 26 people signed up. participate in the selection."
Someone asked why
"Why else? He said that he felt that rehearsing the musical was a waste of his precious dancing time. To put it bluntly, he was a coward and thought he couldn't be chosen!" Chen Ziran curled his lips and continued, "Twenty-six All the people passed the initial test, and then they were all packed and taken to the vocal class."
"Oh~" someone continued, "I said why the vocal music classroom is closed every night during self-study, and it's the little swans who use it!"
Xiang Gu's ears moved - "little swan" - such a familiar word, from Wang Qingyun's mouth, it was full of tenderness and love, but from other people's mouth, it was only in violation of peace.
Xiang Guai didn't say a word, the pages of the book in his hand turned and squeaked.
Chen Ziran in the back row was still talking eloquently: "As a result of the vocal test, I scored a full 15!!" He clutched his stomach and fell on top of the other students, "Who would have thought that those twenty or so little swans were actually out of tune. So many!! The rest can't remember the lyrics at all!!"
Chen Ziran continued to speak, and there was such a lingering lemon scent in his tone.
"Che, the director really doesn't know what to think, no matter how good they dance the ballet, but this is a musical, the point is the music is good?! I really thought that if you go to the ballet department and catch a few ducklings, you can be more professional than us. Can you sing better?" He stopped suddenly, looked towards the front row, raised his right hand high, and then landed heavily on Xiang Gu's shoulder, making a crisp "pop" sound. "Speaking of which, you can dance ballet well and sing well. I've seen one in my life—that's the little prince in our class!"
But as soon as he finished speaking, Xiang Gu's shoulder suddenly shook, and he unceremoniously threw the male student's palm off his shoulder.
He got up, stood still, put his hands in the pockets of his school uniform, and his face was extremely calm.
Be quiet all around.
Xiang Guai didn't meet any pair of eyes, and only whispered, "Sorry, I'm going to the toilet." Then he passed the crowd and walked out of the noisy corner of the classroom.
Chen Ziran sat cross-legged on the desk blankly and asked, "No... No, didn't I praise him? Is our little prince angry?"
Qi Ji turned around, puffed up, her whole face wrinkled into a bun: "Chen Ziran, why is your mouth so broken!"
Chen Ziran jumped up: "Jin Qiji, if you scold me, you will scold me, can you swallow what's in your mouth before you speak?! Look at what you spray, it makes my chest full of oily spots, you are responsible for washing it. ?"
…
Xiang Guai's feet seemed to have a will of his own. When he realized it, he was already standing at the door of Teacher Chu Ping's office.
This is the office shared by all the head teachers of the sixth grade of the singing and dancing major, and the single room of the department head is opposite this large office.
Xiang Guai's right hand stopped in the air, less than a centimeter away from the door.
There was a voice in his heart urging him—knock, knock, knock on this door, look for Teacher Chu, look for the department chair, look for everyone you can find! Tell them you want to audition for Out of Me! Tell them you want to be on that stage even if your foot hurts!
He didn't know how many times he had watched the musical "Beyond My Life". He knew all the songs in it, and he could recite all the lyrics without reading the score.
Every time he watched that work, he would be moved by Little Billy's perseverance. He remembered who he used to be, and despite the obstruction of his parents, he broke into the dance classroom and begged the teacher to accept him.
He has experienced all the hardships that little Billy has gone through, and he has also experienced hardships that little Billy does not know. If they had to pick a little Billy from their school, he was the best one!
He can sing aloud, and he can dance flamboyantly on stage.
His voice and feet will carry his dreams, he...
... he's not a waste.
Blood poured into my heart, and at the same time into my chest, there was courage and perseverance.
After all, he is a seventeen-year-old boy. He is still in adolescence, and his life has just begun. Even though he has encountered such hardships, he has not lost hope.
He raised his right hand, his fist clenched tightly, but his knuckles dropped gently—
But he didn't expect that the door of the office was hidden. As soon as he touched it, the door staggered and revealed a gap.
What floated out of the gap were the voices of the head teacher Chu Ping and the department head.
He heard Teacher Chu say, "Can't we really give Xiang Guai a chance? Xiang Guai's voice condition is very good, his progress is fast, and he has ballet skills. The main creative team of "Out of My World" will leave tomorrow morning. I want to let Xiang Guess show his face before they leave."
He heard the head of the department say, "What's the use of showing your face? If you don't get selected, it will be a bigger blow to that child!"
"But it won't necessarily fall off the line..."
"Mr. Chu, I know you feel bad for Xiang Gu. But I feel bad too! The principal also feels bad! Old Liu from the Ballet Department is crying when he mentions that child! But what's the use of feeling bad for us? Can you be realistic?! His case is there in black and white, four surgeries, countless nails, exemptions from physical exams, and a half-half break in dance basics... This is the reality!"
"But... but... "
"No but!" The head of the department's voice sounded like a thunderous sound, dark clouds covered the environment, and the twilight was dark, "Xiang Guess, it is impossible to become the protagonist of "Out of My World" - although it is a pity, this is the result that all teachers agree on."
After that, the head of the department and Chu Ping talked about something.
But Xiang Gu couldn't hear them all.
He seemed to have become a puppet, a machine, a soul without emotion, neither sorrow nor joy.
He seemed to be suspended in the air, but also seemed to fall into the abyss.
He has nothing, he is nothing.
He was Xiang Guai, but Xiang Guai had already died in that car accident.
He is a waste, a waste who thinks he can return to the stage with his own feet, but in fact everyone is looking at him with pity.
He actually wanted to fight against his fate - but everyone, everyone, everyone, already knew the end of his fate.
He can't.
He can't.
He can't.
He will never be the protagonist of "Out of My World".
He can't be on stage and tell all the audience what he loves with his own feet.
That used to be a belief that ran through his entire life.
It was a dream he was proud of and thought he would fight for his whole life.
But this dream is shattered...
On that afternoon when cicadas chirped, in my home town, in a place without surveillance, under the wheels of that rampant car.
… It's all over for him.
He knew that as long as he worked hard, as long as he was willing to pay, he might become the protagonist of a musical one day in the future. There won't be any violent dance moves in that musical, it just requires him to keep his feet on the ground, not jumping, not running, not spinning, just sticking there quietly and singing the whole play.
There are many musicals like that.
But those musicals... are not called "Out of My World".
He could never be that boy named Billy Elliott in ballet shoes.
…
The class bell rang twice a long time ago, but Xiang Guai sat on the toilet in the innermost toilet of the men's room, staring blankly at the cobwebs on the ceiling.
He didn't know when he came here.
He thought calmly that it should have been the feet that had not been scrapped for the time being, carrying him here.
There was a window beside him, Xiang Gu looked out the window, the sky was high and the clouds were clear, it was the beauty of late autumn.
pity.
Xiang guessed that it was a pity that there were guardrails on the windows.
The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated and kept vibrating. Xiang Chai took it out and glanced at it, and found that it was a message from Qi Ji.
Miracle Girl: Xiang Guess, where are you? ?
Miracle Girl: Come back to class soon!
Miracle Girl: This is not a gym class. Did you go back to the dormitory to sleep
Xiang Gu did not reply.
He knew that as a friend, as a little gentleman, he shouldn't let girls worry about him.
But now he can't care.
He thought, fuck it.
The young boy made a foul language for the first time, but it made him feel extra happy.
He doesn't want to see anyone's face now. Whether it's Qi Ji, Chen Ziran, Teacher Chu, department head, Wuji teacher, vocal music teacher... He just wants to spend the day quietly in a place where he has only himself.
But at the same time, another voice was telling him.
Let it out - let out all your pain, all your tears, all your regrets and resentments. Tear off all masks, stop being a humble good boy, and vent the pain that has been imposed on your feet a thousandfold.
Otherwise... you might as well just jump out of that window.
Maybe in the next life, you can become a butterfly, a cloud, a flower, or a little swan.
Anyway, don't be the Prince of Ballet anymore.
Xiang Guai held the phone tightly in his hand, and subconsciously pulled down, refreshed, pulled down, refreshed.
He seemed to click on Weibo, and he seemed to click on the address book, but in the end, he opened the chat software and found the name of the person.
guess: God, are you there
guess: I'm in a bad mood right now.
guess: Can I talk to you...
Half a minute later, the phone screen lights up again.
Yiming Qingyun: Say it.
Yiming Qingyun: I'm listening.
The author has something to say: hey, guess what. (I cried, how about you!)