Chapter 520
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Before Qin Guan could say anything, the director continued, "Did any of the members of the troupe give you a postcard as a souvenir?
You can leave your comments on it. You can also attach the amount of money you've donated to the troupe, or you can take it home as a souvenir. "
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei looked at Audrey Hepburn's postcard in their hands. It was the most common postcard on the Walk of Fame, which cost only one dollar, but it was exquisitely made and worth the money.
"There's a handwritten number on the bottom right corner of the card. Now, I'm going to draw the lucky guy!"
The atmosphere below the stage was very joyous. Everyone was laughing and waiting for the team leader's call. At this time, the team leader seemed to have a sudden inspiration and called out a number.
"It's said that the Creator only took seven days to create the world, so seven is a very lucky number. Who in the audience has a postcard marked with the number 7, please come up to the stage."
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei looked at their cards in silence. Cong Nianwei was seven, and Qin Guan was eight.
The moment Cong Nianwei heard her captain's number, she switched their photos calmly.
Glancing at her helplessly, Qin Guan stood up slowly from the crowd and raised the card in his hand under the dazzling stars.
"Here!"
Qin Guan nodded and walked over to the leader, who was cheering for him.
"Hey! What are you doing here, Asian boy? I'm not your Romeo. Go over there and put on your makeup. Have a good time tonight. "
Under the cover of the darkness, the group leader, who was standing on the stage under the strong light, could not see the applicant clearly.
He thought Qin Guan was a tourist, but he had no hope for the Asian boy. He might not even be able to speak English.
Qin Guan didn't say anything. He left the crowd and went to the dressing room and dressing room, which were covered by a simple curtain.
The theater was filled with actors who were taking a break. They only had a few minutes to rest during the tense performance. Therefore, in such an environment, none of the people who relied on their voices to make a living would take the initiative to speak.
They took a quick glance at Qin Guan and lost interest. He was just an Asian boy with a dirty face.
As for the costume props on the sidelines, they just casually handed over a half-new ancient European suit jacket. As for the makeup, they were just there to join in the fun. If you finished your makeup, you wouldn't even have a place to wash, so you could skip this step.
Qin Guan took the jacket and ran to his assistant to familiarize himself with the script. I'm a professional after all, so I can't embarrass myself.
Qin Guan was a serious actor. Even after the leading actors and actresses were ready, he was still trying to figure out the plot.
"Come, our lucky audience, it's time to appear!"
"Okay!" Qin Guan put down the script and put on his oversized suit jacket.
Before leaving the tent, Qin Guan took out some wet wipes from the paper towel on the dressing table and wiped his face carefully.
The dust brought by the travel-worn dust was swept away by the wet wipes that were only used to remove makeup in a few moments.
As he left the tent, Qin Guan finally showed his face. The light in the tent illuminated his profile. The actor who had been left behind was lost in thought.
An old black actor sitting by the door asked his friend curiously, "Don't you think this person looks familiar?"
The young actor didn't take it seriously. He looked at Qin Guan's back in confusion. "No, he's just a tourist sent by our leader."
"Don't all the stars in Los Angeles, even if they are small stars, go to parties to curry favor with them. Why would they come to our free performance venue? "
"That's right, but it's still strange. I'll go and have a look."
The actor trusted his intuition. He walked out of the tent with his large apron and came to the edge of the beach where the next scene was about to take place.
At this time, a long table was placed on the stage to act as a coffin. Juliet's actor was lying quietly on top of it.
Qin Guan was standing in the middle of the hall in his unsuitable European suit. A high-watt light bulb shone down from the ceiling.
It was just another special performance. In the hot summer, Qin Guan felt like frying an egg.
On the stage, Qin Guan suddenly calmed down as he looked around at the audience. It was just another special performance.
If he treated them as the crew of a big movie, and if he treated the performance on the stage as a way to vent his emotions, then everything would be very simple for him.
Translator: Lan _ Editor: Efydatia Qin Guan finally moved.
Holding the plastic flower that the prop team had brought him, he arrived at the cemetery of his beloved Juliet's family, the Cabret family.
The leader of the troupe was reading the narration affectionately through a microphone. Qin Guan joined the performance naturally.
The young men of the two big families had suffered many twists and turns. Their tragic ending had buried the dispute between their parents.
Only the death of their children could put an end to the war between the two families.
Qin Guan walked to Juliet's grave step by step with the plastic flower in his hand. He stopped when he was about half a meter away from her.
He slowly squatted down, his shoulders trembling. He painfully placed the bouquet in front of the long table, as if he was remembering something.
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