The Greatest Showman #1234 – Youth Corps

The heat from the spotlight felt almost unbearable, as if it could scorch the fingertips. The tension in the air was palpable—anxiety and excitement, restlessness and exhilaration, all merging into a single, overwhelming sensation that made even breathing seem insignificant.

As the winner, Renly could not fully grasp the complexity of the moment. He felt a depth that was indescribable, both exhilarating and sobering.

Many say the Oscars have become a game of public relations, particularly for the big studios and the Weinstein Brothers, and maybe, for them, that's true. But for the actors, for those in the industry, it's different.

Renly thought back to an interview with the famous director David Lynch. He couldn't remember the exact words, but the essence remained. Lynch had said that the Oscar was merely an acknowledgment from the industry. If he won, he would be happy; if not, he wouldn't be upset.

A quirky, wise old man.

Lynch had been nominated for Best Director three times for The Elephant Man, Mulholland Drive, and Blue Velvet, but had never won. Despite classic masterpieces like Dune, the little golden man never materialized for him. However, his cultural impact was undeniable—his influence could be seen in countless works across history.

In a way, the Oscars are a fascinating spectacle.

As the moments passed in a blur, Renly's mind raced. He closed his fingers slightly, the smile at the corner of his lips rising. With a final breath, he announced, "Jennifer Lawrence, The Happiness Behind the Dark Clouds."

History, it seemed, followed its natural course. Jennifer became the second-youngest Oscar winner in history, solidifying the changing of the guard between generations.

For the Baby Boomers, represented by stars like Matt Damon and Leonardo DiCaprio, the spotlight had shifted. It had been a long time since Generation X—actors like Matt Damon, Leonardo DiCaprio, and Tobey Maguire—could claim full dominance in Hollywood. Now, it was Generation Y that was taking the reins.

Actors like Shia LaBeouf, Renly Hall, the Harry Potter trio, and the Twilight trio were emerging as a formidable force, defining both the market and Hollywood's cultural landscape. And with major awards going to younger actors—Natalie Portman, Renly Hall, and this year, Jennifer Lawrence—the baton had clearly been passed.

The Hollywood scene was changing. It wasn't just about big studios and powerful PR anymore. The emergence of a new wave of actors was challenging the status quo and leaving its mark.

As Jennifer made her way up the steps, her excitement was palpable. But when her knees buckled slightly, a wave of embarrassment washed over her. At the top of the stairs, she hesitated, awkwardly catching herself before standing up.

The crowd gasped, but immediately, Harvey Weinstein, a towering figure in the audience, stood up, applauding and encouraging her, driving the audience to join in.

Renly chuckled at the situation, instinctively stepping forward. He reached out with his hand in a gentlemanly gesture, offering his assistance.

Jennifer frowned, feeling the awkwardness of the moment. But as her eyes met Renly's, a small smile on his lips softened the tension. "Do you need a little help?" His voice, warm and slightly teasing, was delivered with the perfect balance of playfulness and gentlemanly decorum.

Jennifer, her face still flushed with embarrassment, nodded gratefully, "No, no… I mean, thank you." Her hand found his, and with his gentle support, she stood back up, managing to regain her composure.

Renly nodded politely to Hugh Jackman, who had been preparing to offer assistance. After seeing Renly's gesture, Jackman gave a thumbs-up before stepping aside.

Renly led Jennifer to the microphone with poised grace, handing her the golden statuette. "Congratulations. This is your moment. Enjoy it," he said, stepping back and giving her the space she needed.

The audience erupted into applause, their cheers echoing as Jennifer looked out at the crowd. She laughed nervously, "You all stood up just because I fell down, didn't you? It's really embarrassing. But thank you."

The lighthearted self-deprecation made the audience chuckle before they settled back into their seats.

Jennifer took a deep breath, steadied herself, and began her acceptance speech, thanking her fellow nominees, the crew of The Happiness Behind the Dark Clouds, and her family. Her words were concise, heartfelt, and to the point, before she turned and made her way off the stage.

The emcee ushered her and Renly off the stage, and they made their way backstage. As they passed through the bustling corridors, Jennifer still felt the rush of the moment, her emotions still in turmoil. She glanced at Renly, opened her mouth as if to say something, but the words eluded her.

Finally, she settled on a simple "Thank you."

Renly smiled softly and nodded. "My pleasure."

Before Jennifer could continue, a staff member hurried over to Renly, "Renly, Renly? Can you come with me?"

Renly nodded at Jennifer, signaling that he would be right back. As he disappeared into the crowd, Jennifer's eyes lingered on him for a moment. She wasn't sure why, but there was a strange sense of melancholy in her heart as she watched him go.

But now, it was her moment. And she had to embrace it.