Longsong Stronghold, Theater Performance Hall.
With the continuous whistles and cheers of the audience, the curtain slowly fell. Mey wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked at Irene, who was looking at her with excitement and expectation, and nodded slightly.
This affirmation made Irene cheer out loud. When the curtain fell, she couldn't help but rush forward and hug Mey.
"Hahaha, I really did a good job!"
So annoying, Mey rolled her eyes and pushed her away. "You've made some progress, you can go on stage alone."
"Miss Mey, then … what about me?" Rosia, another witch, asked cautiously.
"You're still far from it," she said without hesitation. "Your expression is stiff, your movements are slow, your lines are not emotional, you made two mistakes in the second act, and one mistake in the fourth act. This is a typical case of not memorizing the script."
"Haha, Miss Mey is really strict," Gait touched the back of his head and said, "But the audience's response seems to be very good. Listen, the applause hasn't subsided yet."
"Most of these people are civilians who have never been to the theater, the play is a new thing for them," Mey said bluntly, "If it was a normal performance, those few mistakes would be enough to make the nobles boo." She paused, "If you want to go on the road of being an actor, don't be satisfied with temporary success. Only by constantly improving yourself can you stand firm on the stage."
"Yes, thank you for your guidance!" Everyone bowed their heads in unison.
Mey sighed, here they go again, I obviously can't be regarded as a drama mentor for this group of people. But she was too lazy to care about such trivial things, "Well, continue to work hard. "The Witch Diary" is scheduled until September, we still have several rounds to perform. This is a rare opportunity, don't miss it. "
"Yes!"
A month ago, Mey received a notice from the Ministry of Education that all the members of the cast should go to Longsong Stronghold to perform. The so-called members were the miscellaneous actors who had followed her to the border, plus Irene Eltek.
Perhaps His Royal Highness and his agent, Pérot, had reached an agreement. The theater had specifically cleared out a series of vacancies for the crew to perform the "Diary of a Witch" trilogy. Therefore, this group of amateur actors who were not even considered as rookies openly stepped onto the big stage of the Fortress Theater. Usually, it was unlikely that they would be chosen even if they appeared in a supporting role. But now, they appeared on stage as important characters, and they even performed hand in hand with the Star of the Western Region. One could not help but sigh at the fickleness of fate.
Back at the backstage, Mey could not help but frown.
They saw a group of people making a racket in the lounge, as if they were arguing about something. When they saw Mey and her group appear, more than ten people surrounded them under the lead of a woman.
These people were all actors of the theater, and Mey also knew the woman who was leading them. Her name was Bella Dean, and she was a famous actress who belonged to a different crew than herself. Some nobles had once thought that she was the biggest competitor for the Star of the Western Region, but in fact, whether it was acting or reputation, she had always firmly surpassed her.
"Guess what I saw?" Bella bypassed Mey and walked step by step to the front of Irene. "A group of lousy actors who sneaked back from a small place in the countryside."
"What did you say?" Irene asked with a puzzled face. Gait, Rosia and the others' faces stiffened, and they could not help but take two steps back.
"Pfft," Bella covered her mouth and said, "Look, she still doesn't know her own identity." These words aroused a burst of laughter from the crowd. "Then I'll be frank with you, Longsong Stronghold is a big city that simply isn't a place you should come to, and the stronghold theater also doesn't welcome this kind of inferior and vulgar third-rate performance. What Diary of a Witch, it's nothing more than the struggles and howls of a few stray dogs. Who would be interested in watching this kind of disgusting play? It would be better for you to roll back to Border Town as soon as possible. "
"You," Irene suddenly blushed, "What do you mean by third-rate performance, didn't you hear the applause of the audience?"
"Ha, the audience?" Bella sneered disdainfully, "You call those people who deal with mud, hoes, and furnaces every day an audience? Don't laugh my teeth off! Even if you caught a few monkeys for a stroll, they would still cheer loudly, okay?! If it weren't for the free tickets, would they have the spare money to watch your performance? "
"I …" Irene opened her mouth, but did not know how to refute.
"In order to arrange for your three performances every week, the theater's income has continuously dropped, and even we have been affected. As long as your play is arranged together, the nobles will not come to see it!" Bella raised her voice, "Who would be willing to sit in a chair full of mud and oil? If it were me, I would also not want to step into a messy theater after a group of country bumpkins have a carnival. "
The other side is obviously looking for trouble, Mey thought. The sudden insertion of the small town's cast has indeed squeezed out many opportunities, but Bella Dean has not been affected too much. According to the news from some acquaintances, after she left Longsong Stronghold, the theater intended to make her the new Star of the Western Region, so it was naturally impossible to cancel the play she starred in.
So, the purpose of Bella's action was very obvious. She seemed to be scolding Irene and the others, but in fact, she was targeting herself. If these people backed down, she would not be able to play the Diary of a Witch alone, and could only return to Border Town dejectedly. In this way, she would be equal to defeating herself in a head-on confrontation, and at the same time restore the opportunities of other actors, so her prestige would inevitably rise, and thus establish the position of the new generation of Star of the Western Region.
But she would never let herself become a stepping stone for others.
"The theater's income has dropped, are you serious?" Mey turned around and casually said, "Because of the exemption of tickets, the theater can't make ends meet, how could you come up with such a naive conclusion? The theater operator has undoubtedly reached an agreement with His Highness the Prince and His Excellency Pérot, so the shortfall will naturally be covered by Border Town's City Hall. This is a business contract, not a game. You really should use your brain instead of shouting here based on your imagination. "
"You … what nonsense are you talking about!"
"In addition, it's only you, a group of inferior actors with low acting skills, that's all." She smiled slightly, "I have performed in King's City's Abelon Theater, which is an open-air theater. On the day of the performance, it happened to be raining, but the nobles still filled all the seats. So, you say that because of the commoners, they are unwilling to come to watch the performance? No, they just don't like to specially come to watch a group of monkeys perform. "
"…" The scene fell into a strange silence. Not only did no one stand up to accuse her, no one even tried to defend themselves.
"Finally, you said that 'The Witch Diary' is inferior and vulgar, and that it is the struggle and wail of a stray dog?" Mey raised the corner of her mouth, but her voice was extremely cold, "I may have forgotten to tell you, but the script of this story was written by His Highness the Prince. Do you want to say that His Highness's idea is inferior and vulgar? Insulting the royal family and nobles is punishable by cutting off the tongue. Now, do you still intend to stick to your point of view? "She looked at the crowd behind Bella," Or perhaps some of you want to try? "
Under her gaze, more than ten actors stepped back one after another.
"Enough!" Bella gritted her teeth, "Since you went to Border Town, you shouldn't have come back! Do you think I don't know, Mey! The reason why you went to that broken place was not to see that idiot Irene, but for Daybreak! "
"Slap!"
Her voice stopped abruptly, and a bright red palm print appeared on her left cheek. Bella touched her face in disbelief, "You, you dare to hit, hit …"
"Phew, I was too impulsive," Mey took a deep breath. "In this way, I may encounter some trouble."
Sure enough, the two actors behind Bella walked out, "Miss Mey, what you did is a bit too much."
"Don't you know the importance of an actor's appearance? I think you should at least apologize to her."
"Apologize? Doesn't that prove that I did something wrong? " Mey sneered at the bottom of her heart. Although she was impulsive, she didn't think that she needed to apologize at all.
She looked at the two men with a gloomy face, and couldn't help but think of what Carter Lannis had said.
Men may be strong, but they also have many weaknesses. If their eyes and throat are attacked, they will instantly lose their resistance, and of course … there is also the area between their legs. As long as you are agile and decisive, it is not impossible to knock down a man who is much stronger than you.
Although she didn't know how she talked to him about this, she was ready to kick them. She just needed to wait for the two men to come a little closer …
At this moment, the lounge door was violently pushed open, and an armored Knight walked in, followed by several warriors with long spears. When they entered the room, they had already pointed their spears at the crowd.
"I heard that someone here is slandering His Highness Roland and plotting against His Highness' crew?"
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