The long silence and sobbing lasted for at least ten minutes before the pitch-black stage finally quietened down.
Apart from that, the minds of the audience below the stage and in front of their televisions and computers seemed to have fallen into a world of ice and fire.
Half of them were still reminiscing about the tragic fate of Romeo and Juliet, while the other half were desperately thinking about a question.
They had a vague impression of the actress who played Juliet. It was a young actress named Irma Watson, but who was Romeo?
Who was the young man who brought the stage play from mediocrity to shock the world? It was as if he had opened a window to another world for everyone in the past two hours? It was as if he was a ray of light that shone from the sky of Verona hundreds of years ago into the modern society? Who was he?
Even now, when the audience looked at the people around them or chatted with others, they could not help but subconsciously imitate the tone and intonation of the actors in the play.
Who was this Romeo?
What kind of performance art was he using?
Some people who had watched "Women" and "World's Faction" had already associated Romeo with the Chinese, Chen Guang, but they could not be sure.
On the stage, Romeo didn't look like a Chinese at all. His accent was so perfect that people couldn't associate him with a Chinese at all. Most importantly, when these people were watching the play, they didn't have the time to figure out who was playing who. All their thoughts were emptied.
Even though the play had ended, even though they had begun to guess Romeo's identity, they were still blinded by the fact that the two were the same person.
Old James and the other twenty-nine members of the World Party's underground organization silently wiped away their tears and looked up at the bright moon in the sky. They thought to themselves that they were right about Donald. That despicable Donald had led everyone into the ditch.
King Cameron tried his best to hide the excitement in his heart. If Mr. Blake did not look so noble and elegant in the crowd, King Cameron would have rushed up and hugged him tightly.
"Irma, alright, let go of me."
Chen Guang gently patted Juliet's back. Ever since the performance ended, this girl had been hugging him uncontrollably.
Emma Watson snapped out of her daze and released her grip on Chen Guang's back. She took a step back and said, "I'm sorry, Romeo. I couldn't control myself."
Chen Guang smiled. "I'm not Romeo or Irma. The show is over. We're actors."
Following Chen Guang's explanation, the other actors who had also woken up pricked up their ears.
Everyone wanted to know who this Mr. Black was.
They racked their brains, but they couldn't think of a perfect actor named Blake in the world before.
They all knew that this was an alias, so who exactly was he?
Which performing arts school did he graduate from?
Or was he the descendant of some great master?
Could it be that he was really the descendant of the Montague family from Verona that Philip's assistant had mentioned?
Irma immediately realized that although Chen Guang's accent was different from before, the timbre was his original voice.
Irma woke up with a start. Oh my god, why did it take me so long to realize?
But Irma quickly realized that she had been too immersed in her character. During the performance, she didn't have the energy to think about who the other party was. All she knew was that she was completely immersed in the world of Romeo and Juliet.
"Dear …"
Irma wanted to call out Chen Guang's name.
But Chen Guang immediately stopped her. "Irma, don't be anxious. We haven't finished what we have to do. We should go on stage and thank the audience."
Irma didn't understand Chen Guang's intentions, but she wouldn't question his decision. She just replied blankly, "Okay."
Chen Guang turned around and greeted King Cameron.
King Cameron came back to his senses and hurriedly asked the others to tidy up and get ready to go on stage.
"Mr. Cameron, there's something I need to trouble you with."
"Okay, Mr. Blake, go ahead."
"I need a piano. I want to play a song as a gift for today's curtain call."
"Okay, right away. I'll get someone to prepare it."
King Cameron immediately turned around to make arrangements.
"Mr. Watson, who is Romeo? Who is this Romeo? "
President Fred turned around and asked Old James, unable to control himself.
Old James pretended to be a fool. "I'm not sure, President Fred. Who do you think it is? Who in this world can have such acting skills? "
In fact, Old James was already hinting at it, but Fred didn't realize it.
Malfoy Bentler, who was next to him, also frowned. "I've never heard of such a talented actor in the Princeton Repertory Theatre!"
"Just a genius?"
Daimon said sarcastically.
Malfoy opened his mouth to argue, but after a while, he couldn't say a word. "Okay, I admit that if we put aside his identity as a young man, then he's a well-deserved master."
Old Foreman, who was next to him, didn't try to hide it anymore. "Just a master?"
"Okay, okay, this is a great artist who truly founded a school. I don't understand how he did it, but obviously, before and after he went on stage, the other actors on stage and us, the audience, didn't think the same thing. What he brought to us might be another level of performing arts. "
Seeing that Malfoy was speechless, Fred rushed to say.
But still, no one knew who was playing Romeo. Old James and the others, who knew the inside story, held it in. They were waiting for the moment when Chen Guang would reveal the mystery himself.
They really couldn't be bothered to explain to Fred and the others. In fact, if they had watched "Women" or "World's Pie" before, they could completely associate the actor who played Romeo with Chen Guang.
Because other than the same person, no one else could do what he did.
Lights finally appeared on the stage again, and a group of main cast members slowly stood on the front stage.
Chen Guang, who was dressed as Romeo, stood in the middle of the crowd. On his left was Irma, and on his right was the director.
The pitiful Captain Gold originally wanted to come over and rub his face with them, but he was busy moving the piano with a few staff members.
"Thank you, everyone, thank you for coming to Eaton Manor today. Thank you for enjoying 'Romeo and Juliet' from the Princeton Repertory Theatre!"
The director stood on the front stage and spoke passionately.
He was about to give a long speech, but was quickly interrupted.
Even Irma, who was next to him, didn't get a chance to speak. The audience below the stage had already gone crazy, and everyone was shouting "Romeo."
Even the staff in charge of the live broadcast and the lighting learned from the others. They stood up and shouted as if they wanted to see the world in chaos.
Some people were simply shouting Romeo's name, while others were asking who he was. Some were even asking if he was Chen Guang.
The director had no choice. He first looked at Irma apologetically, and then turned to Chen Guang. "Mr. Blake, everyone wants to hear your speech."
Below the stage, Brosnan, who was sitting next to Malfoy, suddenly screamed.
"Brosnan, what's wrong?"
"Malfoy, did you forget? The mysterious man who conquered everyone with his incredible playing skills and unparalleled creativity in my coffee shop the day before yesterday is also called Blake! "
"Brosnan, but I remember you saying that he's blind with black pupils and black hair."
Brosnan was stunned. "I think so?"
While the two were chatting, Chen Guang waved his hand without saying a word.
The crowd around him parted to the sides, revealing the piano that Captain Gold had just brought over.
Brosnan's eyes widened. "Damn it! Malfoy, isn't that the Pearl of Mississippi that you put in the castle?! "
Malfoy Bentler stood up agitatedly. "Oh my god! My beloved baby, how could they … "
Old James and Old Foreman pressed down on Malfoy's shoulders, one on the left and one on the right. In fact, they had secretly given the key to the castle's side door to Commander Gold, but they didn't expect Gold to be so bold as to bring out Malfoy's precious baby.
"Don't worry, Malfoy. You won't break it."
"But …"
Brosnan spoke again. "Malfoy, something's wrong. I suspect that this Blake is the Blake I met the day before yesterday! "
Malfoy Bentler calmed down a little. "It can't be, right?"
On the stage, Chen Guang had already shaken his clothes and slowly sat down in front of the piano. He first talked to himself, but also seemed to be talking to the others. "Many people have asked me who I am. Before I answer your questions, I'll first present you with a song that I've never played before. Consider it a thank you gift for coming tonight or waiting in front of the TV to support me."
In order to maximize the effect of tonight's performance, Chen Guang did everything he could. The more people wanted to know the answer, the more he hid it.
Perhaps many TV stations that had been forcefully delayed hated him to death. Now that he did not end the live broadcast, whether it was UBC or other TV stations with secondary authorization, they would not change the program.
He suppressed the emotions of all the audience, and then he would reveal the answer after he finished playing this song!
Chen Guang had had enough of the slow scheming with the stubborn old fools of the Oscars. The two-year deadline was getting closer and closer. Every day he wasted would mean a smaller chance of survival.
If possible, he even wanted to let the dust settle tonight.
Although it was very difficult, he worked hard in this direction. Everything he did was to increase his chances of success, even if it was just the slightest.
If I were a singer, the audience would be the ordinary judges, and the stubborn old fools of the Oscars would be the guest judges.
Then, I really want to use "1900 Wavy Etude" to make the whole world turn around for me!
This is a classic that has never appeared in the world.
It could even be said that in the world of "Pianist on the Sea," 1900's talent in composition was fully embodied, but it had never appeared in the movie, let alone in reality.
It was 1900 sitting alone in the hall on a stormy night. He seemed to be playing it casually, but in fact, he was playing an extremely exquisite piece of music. It was the embodiment of 1900's talent in the world that only belonged to him.
"Everyone, please listen to '1900 Wavy Etude.'"
Chen Guang said in a very calm tone, and then his fingers moved.
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