The central control room on the third floor is directly above the back row of the auditorium at the Black Box Theatre. The sound console occupies more than half of the room, and through the large glass window on the entire wall in front of the sound stage, you can see the stage and the audience in the black box, and the large LCD screen can monitor the large screen of the actors on the stage.

"You may be seated." William said, sitting down in the small gray sofa on the side of the center console, with his arms stretched out on the back of the sofa.

After Jeff entered the drama club, this room was assigned to him and became his daily workplace, although it was cramped, dimly lit, and full of props, but it was spotlessly clean.

"Since Peter left the drama club, at present, I have only you as a right-hand man in terms of stage design, lighting, and props. I know you have a lot of work, but I'm sure you won't let me down! ”

William picked up the script on the low wooden coffee table, flipped through it casually, and found that next to each scene, there were dense notes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curve a beautiful arc.

"I have studied the script several times, and I have formed two sets of preliminary plans, and I want to discuss them with you." As he spoke, Jeff, who was sitting across from William, picked up a stack of manuscript papers from the center console, took out two of them, unfolded them, and spread them on the coffee table.

The thick leather-clad door of the central control room was hidden, and a figure in a thin white wool slim-fit knitted skirt moved into the shadows of the porch.

Since the heartwarming thing of Kevin and Mia, Bai Xinrui seems to have left the shadow of persecution paranoia in her heart, and her trust in this world has decreased a lot. William left without even saying hello to her just now, and she had to follow her to see what was going on.

The interior was dimly lit, and William leaned down to make out the handwriting on the paper, even though he didn't quite understand the intricate three-dimensional diagrams and the various annotations on them.

Jeff explains: "You see, the plan is relatively simple, with six scenes: a butcher's shop, a train station, a Gestapo interrogation room, a train station, a tavern, and a café, all of which are built from our own two-dimensional moving films, which are quite decent enough to meet the requirements of the school theater. The other solution, which is actually an idealistic attempt of mine, is that I have added some simulated realistic design to each scene, and even every scene. In the case of the butcher's shop, there are two doors separating the living room, the bedroom and the washroom, so that even Hans shaves and Böckler has a solid foothold for the mirror to celebrate his birthday. The main characters can also step out of the gate and onto the street to interact with the extras and even the audience. A part of the stage displays the street scene, which can better set off the atmosphere of the times, and at the same time, it also increases the richness of the stage space and broadens the freedom of the actors' performances, so as to strengthen the effect of the plot. Just ......"

"Just what?" From the central control room, William's impatient questioning sounded.

"The second option will definitely overrun a lot." Jeff rubbed a thick stack of manuscript paper in his hand and told William bluntly: "As far as I know, it has already cost a lot of money to buy costumes and props, and it is impossible for the school to expand the budget for a drama indefinitely. Let's consider a compromise ......"

"No, you don't have to think much about money, just follow the second plan and do it drastically! This is the last drama I left for the drama club before graduation, and I am also a screenwriter, director and star, so I must ensure a high level of presentation! Leave no regrets! William stretched out his arm and patted Jeff on the shoulder as if to cheer him up.

Jeff was worried that William was impulsive and would regret it when he calmed down afterwards, so he persuaded: "Oh, William, you have to understand that my design plan is nothing more than staying up late for two more weeks to catch up with the work, and if we don't have enough funds to implement this plan, it is better to cut it down and simplify it." ”

William laughed when he heard this, and said, "How can I let you do useless work?" Didn't you see that I went to great lengths to invite Mrs. Bai to be our artistic director? As long as her name appears on the poster, how can we only use the event set up? Is this small expense still a problem for her? ”

A spotlight on the top of the console in the central control room shone on William's face, reflecting half of his face with brilliance, but the other half of his face was heavily shadowed, and his expression became a little exaggerated and distorted by laughter, looking a little terrifying.

Jeff looked at William's face silently, as if he was still digesting what he had just said.

"So, my principle is that the stage design and lighting of this show must be perfect, no matter the cost!"

William's quick statement was to reassure Jeff that he couldn't allow his stage designer ideas to sway from side to side.

Hearing this, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Bai Xinrui's mouth in the shadows.

It seems that William is far from being as noble as she thought before, she used to think that William was good everywhere, but he was a little too bookish, and today, she finally saw his sobriety, ambition and kingly demeanor.

Bai Xinrui was secretly happy in her heart, feeling that she had a good vision and liked the right people. William's ambition coupled with his IQ and means are the necessary conditions for success, and only such a person is a good person who matches him equally.

The white figure came and went, and disappeared around the corner of the stairs without noticing.

"How soon can I complete the overall design?" Is a week okay? I need to be fast, you know, the nights are long and the dreams are many. William's red hair, raised like a torch, pressed towards Jeff, causing him to feel an insatiable desire.

Jeff's gaze pulled away from the heavy oppression, drifted to the large glass window opposite the center console, and looked down condescendingly, most of the lights in the black box were extinguished, and only a small piece of light remained on the stage.

Just now, before the props for the rehearsal of the Gestapo interrogation room could be moved, in the center of the stage, a small, but familiar figure sat in a leather chair, touched the cover of the vellum paper dossier on the table, and picked up the old-fashioned telephone receiver and put it to his ear to try, unwilling to leave this small stage for a long time......

Looking at the little figure, Jeff felt that there was still a little hope left in this desperate world, and he turned to look at William and said, "Okay, I'll try to give you the design sketch before the meeting next week." ”