Chapter 319 - Saturday Night Live (Part Three)

Laila was a director, and she had done a fair amount of psychology research, or else she wouldn't be able to depict outstanding character roles. Therefore, she had arranged everything before the show started, including her answers and Roy's cooperation.

She believed that with his acting skills, he could achieve what she expected him to do, and the result was just as she had imagined. With just one line, he successfully planted the seed of doubt in the audience's minds.

"Leonardo da Vinci, I believe many people know his name, especially his famous painting, 'Mona Lisa's Smile.' But he wasn't just a painter; he had many other talents, such as inventing, astronomy, sculpture, and architecture, among others. Additionally, he was proficient in music, mathematics, geology, medicine, and archaeology..."

Roy pretended to be dumbfounded. "You must not be talking about the da Vinci I know."

"Unfortunately, I am talking about the da Vinci you know," Laila chuckled. "If you're interested, you can look up his biography. I believe you'll be even more amazed."

Roy feigned anger. "Don't talk nonsense! I can't do the things you're talking about!"

"Haha!" The audience was amused by his portrayal. He was mimicking Faiza's style so accurately that anyone who had seen her would recognize Roy was imitating her.

At this point, Faiza's attempts to smear Laila were crumbling. Many people accepted Laila's reasoning, and da Vinci had even more outstanding aspects to him. Could he have been plagiarizing as well?

This was Laila's second point of rebuttal. Who said a person couldn't excel in multiple areas? It might be rare, but just because you couldn't see beyond your limited perspective didn't mean it wasn't possible.

Some might argue that such individuals were extremely rare throughout history, but as long as there was one example, Laila could be the second. After all, where there was one, there could be another equally talented person, couldn't there?

In this way, Faiza's viewpoint lost its ground.

Then, the stage transformed into a courtroom-like setting.

Jimmy donned a rough robe that barely resembled a judge's attire and sat at the top.

Several co-hosts stood below, each with a serious expression, on either side. If you ignored the heavy makeup and comical appearances, they almost looked dignified like a courtroom.

"Order in the court! Defendant, do you plead guilty?" Jimmy, playing the judge, rapped the gavel.

Roy stared around in bewilderment as if he hadn't realized he had suddenly entered into "another story." "Why am I the defendant now? Wasn't I just talking to our boss?"

The audience burst into laughter at his confusion. People who regularly watched Saturday Night Live knew that the show consisted of one sketch after another. When one sketch ended, the next one began immediately because it was a live broadcast.

However, Roy acted like it was his first time on the show, completely unaware of how he had suddenly ended up in "another story." This made the audience feel superior, thinking, "We get it, even if you don't."

When planning the show, to accommodate Laila and maintain the show's satirical style, Roy had eagerly volunteered to take on all the parts that required parody. Laila only needed to step in occasionally when necessary. This was why she had agreed to participate in the program in the first place.

Initially, she had wanted to participate in a talk show, but when she received the script for this show, she felt that using satire to address her issues might be a better idea. It would be easier for the audience to understand, and they would treat the previous topics as jokes.

This way, when discussing these topics with others later, they would naturally feel more relaxed.

"Order in the court! Defendant, do you plead guilty?" Jimmy, in his role as the judge, pounded the gavel once more.

Roy frowned and said, "Your Honor, what crime have I committed? At the very least, you should make it clear to me."

"Bold! You plagiarized someone else's singing voice, and you dare not plead guilty?" the judge coldly retorted.

Roy looked bewildered and asked, "Your Honor, I've heard of plagiarizing songs, but what on earth is plagiarizing a singing voice?"

"Still trying to argue?" Jimmy was about to strike the gavel, but the people playing lawyers below all covered their ears in advance, making it boring for him, so he set the gavel down. "Lawyer, explain it to him!"

The actor playing the lawyer walked up to him and asked, "You're an actor, right?"

"That's right," Roy replied with a handsome smile directed at the camera. "And a very cool one, I might add." His charming demeanor elicited screams from many girls in the audience.

The lawyer, with a stern face, continued, "You're an actor, but you've sung a very nice song. Isn't that evidence of plagiarizing someone else's singing voice?"

"Haha!" The audience finally understood; they were now discussing Faiza's argument.

Yes, if someone argued that one couldn't excel in multiple areas, wasn't Roy an example of someone who did? He acted excellently in movies and sang wonderfully. Could he have plagiarized his singing voice? Well, could a singing voice even be plagiarized?

Roy exclaimed, "Your Honor, I'm innocent! How can you plagiarize a singing voice?"

"Why doesn't it count as plagiarism? Our boss has also plagiarized movies, songs, and even scripts. Why doesn't she dare to come out and speak for herself?" the judge retorted with a sneer.

This last line wasn't in the original script, but Laila thought it fit perfectly and added to the chemistry. Jimmy had an incredible talent for improvisation.

Roy responded quickly, exclaiming, "That's because she probably thinks it's unnecessary to respond. There have been many people who were better than her before. Can't she become the second Barbra Streisand?"

"Ah!" The audience gasped in realization.

Indeed, Barbra Streisand! Why hadn't anyone mentioned her name?

If Laila had achieved success in both film and popular music, Barbar Streisand's achievements would have been no less.