Super Trick or Treat System

On the way to the stage, he hid in the men's locker room to adjust his clothes and washed his burning cheeks with cold water. Sex always caused convulsions on his face and upper chest. The curved water splashed on himself, Galloway carefully studied his characteristics in the mirror above the sink. After 36 years of signs, he began to look for this role. He is no longer a young leader. There is irrefutable swelling under his eyes, which has nothing to do with insomnia, and there are lines around his forehead and mouth. He no longer looked at this child prodigy. His licentious secrets were written on his face. Excessive sex, alcoholism and ambition, frustration of ambition, and the opportunity to miss major opportunities many times. What he would be like now he thought bitterly, if he is not content to be a man without prejudice, no one works among underage representatives, guarantees a house for ten superstitions every night, and dedicated it to Brech special? Facing this smooth face like the bottom of a baby, most people in this socially dedicated theater have this look. Vacant and contented, poor cow.

He said, "Well, you pay and choose yourself." He finally looked at the little angel in the mirror, reflecting that no matter whether the crow's feet or not, the woman still couldn't resist him, so he went out to face the third act. Trial and tribulation.

On the stage, there is a heated debate. The carpenter's name was Jack and he built two fences for Olivia's garden. They still have to be covered with leaves, but they look impressive, extending along the depths of the stage to the whirlwind, where the rest of the garden will be whitewashed. None of these symbolic things. The garden is the garden: green grass, blue sky. This is how the audience likes it in North Birmingham, and Terry has some sympathy for their plain taste.

"Terry, love."

Eddie Cunningham clasped his elbow tightly and escorted him into battle.

"What's the problem?"

"Terry, love, you can't take these **** things that suddenly fall off your tongue: **** hedges take it seriously. Tell Uncle Eddie, you didn't take it seriously until I tried it on." Eddie pointed out the illegal hedge . "I mean look at them." A thin spit of saliva hissed in the air as he spoke.

"What's the problem?" Terry asked again.

"Is there a problem? Block, love, block. Think about it. We have rehearsed the whole scene, swinging up and down like my March hare. Top right, bottom left-but if I can't get in, it won't work. . Look! These **** things are flush against the background."

"As far as the illusion is concerned, they must be Eddie."

"But I can't get around, Terry. You must understand what I mean."

He called on several other people on the stage: a carpenter, two technicians, and three actors.

"I mean-there is not enough time."

"Eddie, we will re-block."

"Oh."

The wind drew from his sail.

"No?"

"urn."

"I mean it seems the easiest, doesn't it?"

"Yes... I just like...

"I know."

"Okay. Need. How about croquet?"

"We will also cut."

"Everything related to croquet mallets? Are they fools?"

"All this must go. I'm sorry, I haven't considered this. I'm not looking directly."

Eddie jumped up.

"This is everything you have ever done, love, straight thinking..."

Ticking. Terry let it pass. Eddie has a real point of criticism; he did not consider the issue of hedging design.

"I am sorry for this business; but we cannot accommodate it."

Eddie said: "I'm sure you won't cut other people's business." He glanced at Galloway on Diane's shoulder, and then went to the locker room. Exit the irritated actors and leave the stage. Calloway did not try to stop him. Destroying his departure will greatly worsen the situation. He just exhaled a quiet "Oh Jesus", then dragged a wide hand down. That is the fatal flaw of this profession: actors.

"Will someone find him back?" he said.

be quiet.

"Where is Ryan?"

The stage manager showed his glasses on the illegal hedge.

"Sorry?"

"Ryan, love-can you buy Eddie a cup of coffee and then coax him back into the arms of the family?" Ryan said with a face: You offended him and took him.

But Galloway had already experienced this particular climax before: he was once a master in this field. He just stared at Ryan, ignoring his request, until the other party gave up his sight and nodded.

"Of course." He said frustratedly.

"Good people."

Ryan cast a satirical look at him and disappeared after pursuing Ed Cunningham.

Galloway said: "There is no performance without Belch." He tried to make the atmosphere a little warm. Someone murmured: The small circle of onlookers began to disperse. display.

"Okay, okay," Galloway said, picking up the pieces. "Let's get to work. We will start from the top of the scene. Diane, are you ready?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Can we run it?"

He turned to leave the garden and the waiting actors, just to collect his own thoughts. Only the work lights on the stage were on, and the auditorium was in the dark. It yawned wildly at him, rows of empty seats, ignoring his entertainment. Ah, the loneliness of the long-distance director. One day, in this industry, living as an accountant seems to be a perfect pursuit for the Danish prince. Some of the gods in the blissful world were moved. Galloway raised his head, raised his head out of doubt, and stared at the black air. Have you lived in the back row? No, definitely not. On the one hand, he didn't have time to make it through.

"Eddie?" Galloway took a risk, covering his eyes with his hands. "Is that you?"

He can make it clear. No, not a number, a number. The two people gradually drove along the back row towards the exit. No matter who it is, it is certainly not Eddie.

"That's not Eddie, is it?" Galloway said, returning to the fake garden.

"No," someone answered.

Eddie was talking. He returned to the stage, leaning on a hedge with the cigarette between his lips. "Eddie..."

"It's okay," the actor said humorously. "No. Calloway is eager to reconcile and said, "We will wait and see. "We will see if we can put the mallet business somewhere. Eddie shook his head and smoked ashes from the cigarette butt.

"No need."

"Really-"

"In any case, it doesn't work well."

The big circle makes a creaking sound as it closes behind visitors. Galloway looked around effortlessly. They are gone, no matter who they are.

"Someone is in the house this afternoon." Hammersmith looked up from the digital watch he was studying.

"Oh?" His eyebrows were thick hair erupting, looking beyond their call. They were raised above Hammersmith's little eyes in fake surprise. He pulled off his lips with nicotine-stained fingers.

"Do you know who it is?"

He moved on, still staring at the young man. Looking at him with unabashed contempt.

"Is this a problem?"

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