Meg took the two little ones and wandered around the complicated alleys in the south of the city for more than an hour. After making several locals dizzy, they finally found the Black Cat Opera House in a place that was completely different from the one on the application.
Rather than an opera house, it was more like a run-down farmhouse.
There was a white sign hanging on the windy wooden door. The words "Black Cat Opera House" were written in delicate black charcoal handwriting, and there was a black kitten drawn at the end.
In fact, they had just passed by here in a carriage.
But Meg could not connect the opera house with the run-down yard in front of him.
The last time they went to see an opera, it cost 50 copper coins, and the venue was quite decent.
"It can't be here, right? There doesn't seem to be anyone here. "Amy whispered to the windy door to take a look.
"There are people here, and quite a few of them." Meg smiled. Although there was no one selling tickets at the door, there were more than a dozen people in the yard. If they were all from the opera house, they could be considered a small opera troupe.
"Then are we still going to watch? They don't seem to be performing. "Amy asked.
This was also what Meg was hesitating about. After searching for so long, he would not be satisfied if he went back without watching.
But looking at the other party's posture, Meg suspected that these people were scammers and not opera troupes.
"I'm very sorry, Troupe Leader Pascal. Our Black Cat Song Troupe has encountered some difficulties, but we still plan to continue performing opera. We have no intention of merging with your Marca Opera Troupe. Please go back."
Just as Meg and the others were about to leave, a gentle and moving voice sounded from the door.
"Marca Opera Troupe? Why does this name sound so familiar? "Meg raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Is it the opera troupe that sings and sleeps so well?" Amy asked.
"Yes, that's it." Meg nodded. He had slept so well last time that he did not even remember the name of the opera troupe.
Listening to this conversation, it seemed that the troupe leader of the opera troupe had come to the Black Cat Song Troupe to merge with them?
This proved that the Black Cat Opera Troupe did have a certain level of strength.
"Troupe Leader Vicky, I know you are a sentimental person, but you and I both know the Black Cat Song Troupe's current situation. Even survival is a problem, let alone a theater and stage. If this goes on, the Black Cat Song Troupe will be completely disbanded.
As long as you sign this contract, the Black Cat Opera Troupe and Marca Opera Troupe will merge. We will be a family in the future. I have already found a financial backer. He is willing to fund us to build a big theater. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. "The middle-aged man's voice said earnestly.
There was a moment of silence.
All of a sudden, an unruly and irritable voice rang out, "You fat and greasy fatty! How many times do I have to say it for you to understand? You think your street monkey troupe is worthy of being called an opera troupe? Don't think that you can call it an opera just by standing on stage and screaming. The reputation of opera has been ruined by you!
Get the hell out of here right now! Otherwise, I'll personally cut you up! I think you need to be taught a lesson! "
A series of banging sounds came from inside the door, accompanied by a few muffled groans. The rotten wooden door was knocked open with a bang, and a fat man with blood all over his face staggered out. He mumbled a few words, and then rolled and crawled away.
Inside the door stood a petite girl in a black lolita dress. She had her hands on her hips, and her green hair stood up like a little lioness.
Outside the door, Meg and his daughter stared at her with their mouths agape.
The decaying wooden door swayed in the cold wind before finally collapsing to the ground.
As for the girl inside the door, her green hair slowly fell to the ground. Her red eyes, which were shining with a fierce light, gradually became clear and bright. Her imposing manner was greatly reduced.
"Sigh … Sigh … Sigh …" The girl looked at the middle-aged fat man's disappearing figure with a vexed expression.
Then, her gaze landed on the three people standing at the door. She suddenly realized something and her face turned red. She smiled at them awkwardly and said in a gentle voice, "Sorry, did I scare you?"
That gentle tone, that gentle voice, and that natural and unpretentious attitude. She was completely like a cute big sister, okay?!
Although she was less than 1.5 meters tall and had an A rating, she was still unrivaled in her cuteness!
It was impossible to associate her with the lion-like, middle-aged fat man who was 1.9 meters tall, and the domineering female group leader who defended her dreams and career.
"Is this acting? I love it. "Meg couldn't help but look at the girl in front of him in a new light.
The perfect combination of the irascible queen and the gentle big sister … Normal men couldn't understand this kind of beauty.
"Um … We're here to watch the opera." Meg pointed at the plaque that had fallen to the ground.
"Oh!" Vicky was shocked. She hurriedly pulled the plaque out from under the door and patted the dust off it like it was a treasure. Only then did she come back to her senses and look at Meg. "You said … you're here to watch the opera?"
"Yes." Meg looked at Vicky, who was holding the plaque like it was a treasure, and nodded with a smile. "We're in the right place, right?"
"Of course! This is the Black Cat Song Troupe. " Vicky nodded quickly with a smile on her face. However, she looked at the door lying on the ground and said a little embarrassedly, "Just now … It was a little unexpected, but our performance definitely won't disappoint you."
"I hope so." Meg nodded and followed Vicky into the dilapidated farmyard.
The yard was very desolate, but it was very clean. A small wooden platform was put together in the middle of the yard, and it looked very shabby.
In front of the wooden platform, there were a few shabby chairs, and there were also signs of poor maintenance.
This should be the so-called Black Cat Open Air Theater.
"Please take a seat. The opera is about to start." Vicky's face was slightly red as she led the three of them to their seats. This was the first wave of guests who didn't immediately turn around and leave after entering the theater in half a month.
A few young heads popped out from the side of the room and looked at Meg and his father with curiosity and excitement, as if they were opera performers.
"You don't have to take care of us." Meg glanced at the legs of the chair that were tied up with strips of cloth and was a little worried that they wouldn't be able to withstand his slightly forceful expression.
Amy had already taken out her folding stool, and as a consumable, she very cleverly learned from her mother and prepared a few more.
Therefore, Meg and Anne also sat down on the safety of their own stool.
Vicky's expression was slightly awkward, but she was also quite excited. At least there were guests sitting down, which was a good sign.
"Please wait a moment." Vicky quickly walked toward the actors' lounge.
"This leader doesn't seem very smart … Isn't she going to take away the tickets first?" Meg looked at Vicky's back and frowned slightly.
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