[Sherlock Holmes] The Legend of the Nightingale

(Nightingale's notes)

The premiere has arrived.

Not surprisingly, everyone was in disarray and disorganization that day.I always thought that generally speaking, on the last day, everyone would try their best to practice their lines and cooperate with each other, but this is not Schlesinger's style of leading actors.Although he was usually unreasonably strict (with the exception of Holmes, who was out of control), he was incredibly relaxed on this last day.He simply forbade any actor from thinking about the script, let alone rehearsing.His theory is that at this time, it is more beneficial for the performance to be empty-minded and emotionally relaxed.Schlesinger also jokingly asked Holmes if he also adopted this strategy when he was studying for the exam at Oxford. Holmes sneered and was noncommittal.I am the only one here who knows that Holmes hardly needed to use his mind to that extent in college.He can remember most of the books after reading them once. Of course, it is also easy for him to forget them, as long as he does not emphasize them repeatedly.One day will not make the actors forget about their roles.Now at this time, they don't need to speak their lines through memory for a long time. The lines are just like what they want to say, and they come out naturally.Schlesinger asked that when acting in a play, you must not still think about how to say the lines, but imagine the scene at that time-this topic will never end, and it involves a lot of theories that I don't understand.

"Mina, I heard you and Jonathan muttering lines in a low voice!" Schlesinger suddenly shouted, "I don't doubt your level, but if you want your premiere to reach its peak, it's best to save your relationship. You're a little Break through yourself, Mina, just now I almost thought you and Jonathan were real lovers."

I was looking in the mirror and almost distorted the lipstick, but I restrained myself and didn't look back. I just glanced at Schlesinger in the mirror, but I didn't see Mina and Jonathan.Next to me, the three little vampires stopped chattering and looked at each other.Let me put it bluntly, except for director Schlesinger and later Sherlock Holmes, everyone in the crew can see that the two actors, Mina and Jonathan, are not acting like they are purely acting.In order not to let personal feelings affect the stage effect, Mr. Director's own rules are to prohibit romantic relationships between actors, but in fact he is indifferent to real feelings, almost to the point of dullness and incompetence.This really coincides with Holmes.Schlesinger has a keen sense for the most delicate emotional expressions on stage, so it is impossible for him not to notice when the fake emotion gradually becomes real, but he interprets this as two people playing better.No one has uncovered this open secret so far.Let's finish the show quietly first.

"Lucy, you can't rest, go and check your words with the count again!"

"Huh?" I was stunned for a moment, "Didn't it mean that no one will practice during the day today?"

"Miss Lucy, how long do you think they have been practicing?" The director raised his hand and drew a circle in the room, "You and Mr. Earl have less than 48 hours in total. Don't answer me, miss, immediately Go practice your lines!"

Schlesinger's emotions and attitudes switched incredibly quickly. After yelling at the actors who hadn't finished rehearsing, he immediately returned to the friendly state of caring for the actors who had finished rehearsing, and chatted with Arthur.The stage scenery was still being perfected, and the backstage was being tidied up. Holmes and I were forbidden to disturb other people's "relaxing thoughts" in the green room, so we had to find space in the aisle of the auditorium to practice.According to the theater workers, they have never seen such a thing in their careers so far.

There is no need to mention the tense and suffocating final preparations for the afternoon.With two hours left before the show, we were already waiting anxiously in our seats backstage.The most embarrassing thing at this time is that everyone is unwilling to keep quiet and afraid to speak.Everyone understands that the pressure we face this time not only comes from the level requirements, but also whether the audience can accept the unprecedented horror setting of Dracula.We also know that since ancient times, audiences of stage plays have been merciless to plays that they are not satisfied with.I felt that Schlesinger had been avoiding Holmes and me, but the embarrassing avoidance had the opposite effect.We knew very well in our hearts that it was still the two of us that frightened him the most.

"Don't be nervous, Nightingale, just think that there are old friends in the audience." Holmes finally looked at his pale makeup in the mirror, bared his fangs and made a sinister expression to himself.After makeup, his eyes look more sunken, and his eye sockets are black. It's okay when he behaves normally, but his slightly scary expression doesn't really look like a member of human beings.

I also took a look at myself in the mirror.The heavy makeup covered my face, otherwise it would be obvious that I was losing color due to anxiety.

"Will the Doctor come to the premiere?"

"Watson and Merry, and Mrs. Hudson. Although the landlady claims that her heart can't bear this kind of thing, I know she's still very curious, and she will come as long as Merry says a few nice words. Of course Watson will come. I see no reason in the world to prevent him from appearing where I appear."

I looked at my bright and pale self in the mirror and smiled.I've seen Merry twice this week, just a quick hello to Watson at the clinic, but in fact I miss the gentle doctor just as much.Holmes said before that Watson has been tossing around with various cases over the years, and he hoped that seeing himself being stupid on stage this time could give the doctor some psychological balance.Alas, dear doctor!We would all have had a normal way to go, you run a clinic in London, I'm still a governess, maybe get married, Holmes continues to live in his laboratory with sex and brain work, we never will know.Even if one day I met a strange employer, or a doctor met a strange patient, I went to the detective, it was just the old story of the hero saving people from the fire and water repeated several times. separate.Why did we all meet in Baker Street?And who can answer these questions?

"Mr. Schlesinger, there is a lady outside looking for Miss Lucy."

At this time, one of Schlesinger's own attendants walked into the backstage with a bitter face and said so loudly.

"Are you out of your mind?" Schlesinger shouted back. "The actor has put on makeup and can no longer be seen by the audience."

"That's what I said too," the attendant continued to maintain a miserable expression, "but the lady said that Miss Lucy will definitely meet her, so I have to say it no matter what..."

"The director will never agree to it anyway."

"If you don't agree, Mr. Director, please go and tell her yourself. The gentleman next to her is really scary. As long as I utter words with negative connotations, I will show a fierce face. I don't want to see him face to face again."

"What does this mean? Is it to smash the field?"

"No, sir, let me finish, the lady says her real name is Adler."

I stood up from the mirror.This is obviously an easy question, because I don't believe in the reappearance of people who have been lost-for me, in a sense, it is lost.But until I walked to the door, I still couldn't give myself a clear conclusion.

"It's okay, Mr. Schlesinger, he's an old friend of mine." I said, "Just give me two minutes."

"Don't be an old friend who has been reunited for a long time," said the director. "It's not good to have too many emotional fluctuations now."

I thought about it. "No. We see each other basically every day, but I guess she really wants to encourage me in person."

"2 minutes." Schlesinger glanced at his watch, "I'll count it for you."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Director."

Holmes stood aside from the beginning to the end, coldly showing nothing.I hurried out the door.

I couldn't explain why I couldn't judge for a while which Adler might suddenly appear here at this time.The most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life was standing in the hallway outside in a gown.Seeing me stunned at the door, she smiled and walked up to me.

I could see nothing but a dizzying light in my eyes.

"What's the matter with you, Nightingale?"

A very discordant with the style of the evening dress, it can be said that a malicious smile suddenly woke me up.I tapped my forehead, and the halo of astonishment just now disappeared.Iris McMurdo.Standing in front of me was another Adler.no doubt.

"What's the matter with you, Nightingale? I can't believe you are still stage frightened now. You will definitely faint under the lights later."

"It's all right," I said ruefully. "You startled me. When did you come to London?"

"Mr. Holmes sent us a telegram," said Iris. "He did not tell you. How can I not be there when you are on the stage?"

"Oh, my God, this Holmes!" I said viciously.Alice patted my shoulder.

"Don't worry, Nightingale, we really want to see your play. Of course, I also know that you will be angry with him, so McMurdo and I did this."

She looked backstage and the dressing room to make sure no one was listening, and whispered in my ear:

"Look out at the curtain call. You'll see Mr. Mycroft Holmes applauding in one of the seats."

I almost laughed out loud, but Iris made a silencing gesture, I held back and lowered my voice at the same time.

"You managed to persuade him to come here from Pall Mall."

"It's very simple. It's the same reason I want to see you perform. The two brothers haven't even met each other for a few days. Mycroft won't tell him in advance, and he has no way of knowing. I suggest you don't say either, Let him see that Mr. Holmes from the auditorium when the curtain call is over, even if he didn't pay attention at the time, his brother will come to him after the show. Enjoy your good mood tonight, Nightingale!"

When I got backstage, the smile on my face must have given away something.Director Schlesinger was still immersed in the dissatisfaction of making an exception, and he didn't look at me at all.Holmes looked puzzled.

"The McMurdos?"

"Yes. Jack didn't come backstage. Iris and I just had a few words. You should have told me when you informed them."

I need not dwell here on the action of the scene and the various events of its performance.They are all within our expectations, especially the director Schlesinger.The only thing I need to record is a little accident during the performance, and except for the two parties involved, no one else in the theater has been kept in the dark about it.

The author has something to say: another chapter has been stumbled, and after Double Eleven, it’s interesting to update Chapter 111... Ah, the author has worked very hard. In addition to the exhaustive thinking of Double Eleven (mud ←_←), he also suffered from insomnia Timeless.Here I would like to show you two long-awaited wallets that were successfully killed in seconds yesterday~ (Although I don’t know what the two wallets are for~) How are you doing on Double Eleven?