"No! It's not good at all! It's like a bunch of puppets hanging by ropes!" Backstage at the Central Cross Theater, after watching the final rehearsal before the performance, a middle-aged man wearing a well-ironed double-breasted white suit with no wrinkles on his body could not help but throw off his top hat. He pointed at a group of actors and cursed angrily: "Emotions! Where are feelings? You are a living person, not a machine that reads the lines I wrote! If you want the audience to be immersed in your performance, you must be immersed in it first! Don't always worry about the steps to enter, what body expressions, what lighting and orientation to consider. Drama is not afraid of your mistakes, and what is important in drama is not your accuracy. What drama really wants is a performance that can make the audience empathize with you! " "That kind of performance whose steps are perfect and whose movements are more precise than a machine has no soul at all! A long line that is smooth and gorgeous, and even the end of the aria is not bad at all, the effect may not be as good as a heartfelt song Cry! You are so...damn! After Andre, the only one I could watch, was boycotted and couldn't get on stage at all, what the hell did you perform? It's just ruining my notebook! What a bunch of idiots! I wish I could just use a thread to hang you guys up and act! " The middle-aged man seemed to have a very high status in the troupe. Even though he pointed at his nose and scolded him for ten minutes, not only did not one of the dozens of famous senior actors who had toured half the world dare to reply. One of the timid actresses even began to tremble and cry. After hearing the actress crying, the middle-aged man seemed to feel that he had gone too far. After being silent for a while, he did not curse anymore, but directed the actors to perform the first scene of "Twelve Days Together" Went through it again. But it is a pity that even though a group of highly skilled actors have worked hard enough, their acting skills, which they have honed over many years of hard work, still cannot meet the minimum requirements of middle-aged men.
But seeing that this rehearsal was still so unsightly, and that no one could meet his expectations, the middle-aged man's anger, which he had just managed to suppress, suddenly could no longer be controlled. "A bunch of rubbish! Trash! Trash!!!" The middle-aged man cursed hysterically and threw the crumpled top hat on the ground. He trampled it repeatedly with all his strength, ravaging the expensive top hat into disgrace. After a while, after the disappointment and anger in his heart were almost vented, although the middle-aged man wanted to do it again, he looked down at his watch and found that it was already the performance time. He couldn't help but sigh with disappointment, and then looked towards these unhappy people. The enthusiastic trash actor extended his hand. "It seems I can't count on you anymore... Then I'll do it!" With his regretful sigh, a row of big lights above the stage suddenly lit up, completely illuminating the backstage filled with props and scenes. One after another, the slightly trembling puppets slowly moved with the movements of the middle-aged man's hands. Stand up slowly. As for the heroine of "Twelve Days Together", the Agatha puppet wearing a waitress uniform has a series of strange tears condensed from wood, rolling down her cheeks, pattering. It hit the floor backstage. … "Hurry up!" After grabbing Leon's hand and quickly entering the reserved couple's box, the princess pulled up her skirt and held it between her legs. Then she bent down without any ladylike manner, helped Leon and herself adjust the chairs, and found a chair. I hurriedly sat down at the most suitable angle for watching the drama. "come!" Reaching out and patting the empty space beside her, Princess Veronica urged happily: "Come and take a seat. When we came up, I had already seen the announcer who was about to go on stage. The first scene of the first act of "Twelve Days Together" will start soon. If you don't sit here, it will be too late!" "..." It's okay to sit on it...but are you sure this chair is a double chair? Seeing that more than half of the double seat was already occupied by just one princess, Leon couldn't help but remind him: "Are the chairs in this box...a little narrow?" Otherwise, how can we call it a couples box? After hearing Leon's question, the princess was looking at the stage expectantly, with a sly smile on her lips.
The Central Cross Theater is not short of money. Of course, the chairs are so narrow on purpose. With the width of the couple's box seats, even two slender ladies sitting together will not have enough space. When a man and a woman sit together, they will definitely It will be squeezed together by the handrails on both sides. For a drama that lasts an average of just over three hours, most people would definitely not be able to stand it if they wanted to watch it all with their legs together and in an upright posture. They would definitely try to change their postures...for example, one person would sit on a chair, and the other would sit on a chair. People sit directly on him or something like that~ “It’s not narrow, it’s just right for two people to sit in!” Although she knew what was going on, the princess, who had impure intentions in the first place, would not be stupid enough to explain it to Leon. After trying hard to move to the side to make room for Leon, Princess Veronica pursed her lips and urged: "Sit down quickly, sit down quickly, the curtains are opened, and the opening instruments have already sounded!" "All right……" Although it still felt a little narrow, when he saw that the curtain on the stage had indeed been opened, Leon did not continue to speak, but sat in half the seat vacated by the princess. And when he sat down, the princess who had been keeping her body relaxed slightly, and her plump and soft body came close to her. Even with the barrier of two layers of clothing, she still continued to convey a faint warmth and amazing elasticity. "..." I see…… After vaguely understanding the reason why the chair was so narrow, Leon subconsciously retracted his body, but the princess next to him actually took advantage of it and leaned over in a despicable manner. The little hand with cold fingertips accurately found Leon's right hand and unreasonably crossed it between his fingers, completing a slightly cool interlocking of the fingers. I knew this trip would definitely be a dragon's pond and a tiger's den! "It seems...it's still a bit crowded..." The arm was pulled continuously to the right, and his elbow faintly rubbed against a soft mass of soft flesh. The corner of Leon's mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly, and he couldn't help but whisper: "Actually, I can also stand and watch..." "Shh!" The index finger of her right hand was raised in front of her lips, making a sign of silence. The victorious princess had a slightly sullen face, and she calmly stopped her after taking advantage of her: "You have to keep quiet while watching the drama, but if you have to talk, you can put your arms behind my back, lean over and put your arms around my shoulders~" "..." Then I'd better sit down... There was really nothing she could do with one set after another, so Leon had to give up his plan to watch the show while standing, and sat down on the chair slightly stiffly. The coastal ditty on the stage, full of harbor atmosphere, has also come to an end. A "narrator" actor playing shell bells, amidst the sound of the ocean waves simulated by the ocean organ and swell drum, recited loudly: "Ankara, for this quiet port town, the most indispensable thing is the tide and sea breeze, as well as the young souls who are eager to relieve their depression in the beautiful and open waves..." In the clear-speaking introduction of the "narrator", a muscular male puppet wearing a white jacket slowly walked out from behind the wooden prop house, sighing with melancholy in his eyes: "There are still twelve days left...Twelve days later, I will no longer be a free me, but a prison bird flying in a strange cage..." Wait, something seems wrong?
Looking at the male protagonist "Elijah" who was lamenting on the stage, Leon couldn't help but raise his hand and rubbed his eyes in disbelief. Is it a drama or a puppet show that I'm here to see? Why is the male protagonist on stage a talking puppet?