The world of two

Street performances are very interesting because the pedestrians are all strangers. They have no obligation to stop for a performer they don't care about, so it's not uncommon for there to be no one in front of the performer sometimes. However, it's also not rare for dozens of people to gather around the performer. To put it bluntly, this is the cruelest stage.

But the most interesting thing about street performances is also this. The audience's reactions are so direct and genuine that performers can even interact closely with them, gaining a richer performance experience. For the band Death or Glory, almost all of their performances could be considered street performances. They rarely had the opportunity to stand on a formal stage, so Hugo was extremely familiar with street performances.

However, today's performance was different because the music performance was just a supporting means. The main event was the melodramatic soap opera in front. For Hugo, it was a completely new experience. In the midst of street performances featuring juggling, performance art, singing, and acrobatics, it's not easy to attract the attention of passersby solely with a theatrical performance. It requires the actors to fully display the infectious power of their performance. At the same time, the exhaustion of the actors' energy becomes particularly severe.

When Hugo and Charlize returned home after their work, both of them were exhausted and collapsed on the couch, motionless. The street performance this afternoon lasted for nearly four hours, with a total of five experiments. The physical and mental exhaustion reached its peak, leaving them lying on the couch like corpses.

Hugo's mind was in a state of complete exhaustion. He not only focused on performing and singing but also gained a preliminary understanding of scriptwriting. Today's performance can't really be called a script, it can only be described as a skit with visible loopholes. This also made Hugo realize that the birth of a script or the conception of a story requires a complete system. It's not enough to have a spark of inspiration in one's mind; the story doesn't automatically become perfect.

Similarly, even though Hugo had countless story templates from classic movies released after 1992 in his head, it didn't mean that he can write them effortlessly. An outstanding story framework without excellent dialogue to complement it can render even the most brilliant story inspiration useless. That's the principle.

"Why is it so quiet at home?" Charlize was the first to react. Usually, Alex was the noisiest one at home, but they had been back for at least five minutes, and they still hadn't heard Alex's voice. It was highly unusual.

Hugo's stagnant brain started working, "Could he be having an audition tonight?"

"I don't remember him mentioning it." Charlize tried to recall. If there was an audition, Alex's easily nervous personality would surely make him chatter on and on at home.

Hugo remembered the phone call Alex made to the house in the morning, so he sat up and looked around. They hadn't turned on the lights since they came back. The hall was brightly illuminated by moonlight. Although it didn't affect their visibility, it made it difficult to see the details. Hugo struggled to stand up and walked to the entrance, turning on the lights in the hall. The pale yellow light immediately pushed the cold moonlight to the side of the window.

Then Hugo walked to the phone and indeed saw a message note. He picked it up and looked at it, gesturing to Charlize, "He's gone home. Thanksgiving." Although Alex hadn't mentioned it before, the phone call this morning probably made him change his mind.

"Joseph went home, and Alex went home too. Thanksgiving suddenly became quiet." Hugo leaned against the wall, adopting a lazy posture. "I was looking forward to everyone gathering together to have turkey." Back in China, they didn't have the tradition of Thanksgiving, so Hugo was curious about the atmosphere of eating turkey during Thanksgiving. He had high expectations, but it fell through today. "Huh, I hope it won't be just the two of us during the holidays."

This situation of being alone together was unexpected. As soon as Hugo finished speaking, they looked at each other, remained silent for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

"Don't worry, Karl told me he won't be going home for Thanksgiving. He'll only go home for Christmas." Charlize pointed upstairs. "And Karl's roommate might be here, so we can gather together."

Hugo shrugged and muttered, "I have no hope for that person." Since Hugo moved in until now, it had been almost half a year, but he had never seen the roommate of Joseph and Karl on the fourth floor. The person seemed elusive. "I seriously doubt if that person even exists," Hugo said with a lowered voice, filled with a sense of gloom. "Or maybe only Joseph and Karl can see that person?"

Charlize's eyes flickered, and she scornfully hummed, "You should have played this trick before turning on the lights. It's ineffective now."

Hugo instantly felt bored. "If it weren't for the curves on your chest, I would suspect you're a man." His words directly provoked a throw pillow that came flying towards him, forcing Hugo to awkwardly hide behind the wall. He muttered, "You just proved it!"

The ringing of the phone echoed piercingly in the empty hall. Hugo had already returned to his room to change clothes, so he yelled from a distance, "Answer the phone."

Charlize slumped tiredly on the couch, groaned for a while, and finally stood up with a helpless sigh. With heavy steps, she walked over to the phone. "Hello, this is Theron. May I ask who's calling?"

"Charlize, it's me, Karl." Karl's voice was usually steady, but at this moment, he couldn't contain his excitement. It was as if he could fly at any moment, causing Charlize's exhausted brain to become active involuntarily. "I found your first job, a job! You have a job! I also have a job!" Karl's excited voice almost pierced through the phone and into Charlize's ears.

"What?" Charlize's entire brain suddenly lit up. Her beautiful eyes widened involuntarily, and her voice, devoid of fatigue, soared, "What did you say?"

"A job, I said you have a job!" Karl managed to maintain a hint of calmness and quickly continued, "I found you a role in "Beverly Hills, 90210". You've been cast for a recurring guest role for three episodes. You'll be joining the production next week!"

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" A smile lit up Charlize's face, like a soaring kite. Between her eyebrows, her happiness was unrestrained.

"Although it's just a guest role, it's still a major role in these three episodes," Karl quickly explained. "The future depends on your performance. If you can satisfy the production team, there's a possibility of extending the life of this role!"

"Thank you, thank you, thank you! Karl, thank you!" Both Charlize and Karl were ecstatic. After hanging up the phone, Charlize immediately jumped and hopped around in place, screaming with joy.

"I have a job, I have a job!" Charlize bounced around as if on a trampoline, unable to stop. She then spun in place several times but couldn't calm down her inner excitement. She only wanted to find someone to share her joy with, so she dashed into Hugo's room without hesitation. "Hugo! I have a job!"

Charlize burst into the room and saw Hugo standing in the center. Without much thought, she went straight up to him and embraced him, hanging onto his neck. She screamed, "I finally have a job!" Since Charlize and Karl signed the contract in April, it had been seven months, and this was her first job. This job was hard-won and made Charlize so excited that she couldn't contain herself.

Hugo was also infected by Charlize's ecstatic mood. Holding Charlize, he began to spin around. "Congratulations! Congratulations!" Charlize's laughter, like tinkling bells, filled the room, causing the chilly moonlight of the night to dance and the rays on the horizon to leap gracefully. It was a sight so magnificent it dazzled the eyes.

"What job? What job?" Hugo stopped and released Charlize, looking deeply into her eyes as he asked.

""Beverly Hills, 90210"! A recurring guest role for three episodes," Charlize's voice could hardly contain her joy.

It was no wonder Charlize was so excited. This show, "Beverly Hills, 90210", which premiered on Fox Television in 1990, was the most successful soap opera in the network's history. The series sparked countless enthusiastic discussions among teenagers across the United States. Starting from the protagonists' high school days, the show revolved around the emotional experiences of wealthy youths, featuring a cast of handsome guys and beautiful girls. It was cheesy and melodramatic but also endearing, making it irresistible to everyone.

No wonder Charlize felt such excitement. This series had considerable influence, and to have it as her screen debut was undoubtedly a tremendous opportunity. Reflecting on Charlize's relentless efforts in acting lessons over the past six months and the rewards she gained from street performances today, the guest role in "Beverly Hills, 90210" was undoubtedly the best reward.

"Wow, look at this stunning beauty here. Isn't she the lovely girl from "Beverly Hills, 90210"?" Hugo immediately spoke with an exuberant smile, causing Charlize to laugh and raise her head, filling the room with scattered laughter.

After much effort, Charlize finally suppressed her smile and contained all her excitement deep within her. It was then that she realized the ambiguous atmosphere between her and Hugo. The two of them embraced tightly, their foreheads touching, and their eyes reflecting each other's gaze. The delicate skin and soft lip petals were clearly visible, and after snapping back to reality, even the warmth of their breath felt so real.

Hugo had a pair of captivating eyes, with luminous clarity that could easily immerse someone in them unintentionally. Charlize felt as if she could deeply immerse herself in those eyes. Her gaze couldn't help but shift downward, noticing the clean-cut chin, the faint shadow of stubble, and the soft and delicate lip curve, which revealed complex and subtle emotions. They seemed to be written clearly at the corners of Hugo's mouth, irresistibly inviting one to read.

Charlize felt somewhat awkward and shifted her gaze downward again, only to see that Hugo was only wearing a pair of shorts. Apparently, when she barged in, Hugo was changing clothes. The sturdy and well-proportioned figure made Charlize's irregular heartbeat completely lose control at that moment.