Chapter 129
“Are you nervous?” Rami nudged Renly’s shoulder with a tense expression, looking even more excited than the person involved.
Renly chuckled helplessly. “Nervous.” He spread his hands. “But there’s nothing I can do about it.”
His straightforward, unpolished demeanour left Rami momentarily stunned, but then he burst into laughter. Even Morett, sitting on the other side, gave a kind smile.
Renly couldn’t deny it—he was indeed nervous. The tension in his emotions felt like a bow being drawn tighter and tighter, closer to perfection, yet the arrow remained unlaunched.
Compared to earlier, when he was watching the presentation of other awards, the tension had somewhat eased. After observing others for so long, it was suddenly his turn, and his mindset began to relax. Regardless of who won the award, the results would finally be revealed. It was as if a weight in his heart was about to be lifted—just like Hugh Laurie; even in defeat, at least the torment would end.
Still, the waves of anxiety and the brief void before the announcement made his palms sweat.
Renly knew his chances tonight weren’t great—in fact, they were slim.
Among the five nominees for Outstanding Lead Actor in a Miniseries or Movie, Michael Sheen of ‘The Special Relationship’ and Ian McKellen of ‘The Prisoner’ were practically out of the running. Their works lacked overall strength, attention, and acclaim. Even for Ian McKellen, audiences seemed content with celebrating his fifth nomination and second consecutive one, rather than believing his performance in ‘The Prisoner’ was of award-winning caliber.
Jeff Bridges of ‘A Dog Year’ was a unique case. The quality of the film itself was average, but Jeff’s momentum over the past year had skyrocketed. ‘Crazy Heart’ had swept the awards season, which had just ended as if three decades of acclaim and regret had poured in at once. People seemed ready to vote for him without even watching the film. This was his strongest card for an Emmy win.