Love me, Mr. Duke
Chapters 16.The Existence of a Stick Master

...~Love Me My Lord Duke~...

...~oOo0oOo~...

I stood among the crowd of people watching the show. The performance was held on a large open stage, precisely at the theater venue yesterday took place.

"Dull," I muttered, staring at the theater actors who were acting dramatically trying to attract the attention of passersby.

No longer want to linger I immediately turned around, and waltzed to find a way out of the crowd.

'I can't get out. Too crowded people.'

Instead of going out I was getting pushed into the middle. It feels like it's stuck.

"Replace show!"

"Based on boring people!"

"Down you!"

"Whoever changes actors!"

People started to protest and forced down the actors and actresses who were standing in confusion on stage.

I let out a long sigh, listening to the protests of the people behind me, "Because of your impatient nature. I stood at the front row. Fucking people," I said slowly, furious.

"Miss, what is Miss doing here?" ask a stranger next to me.

"Sorry, do we know each other?" I asked while tilting my head slightly, confused.

'What's wrong with this guy with glasses? Suddenly he asked me to talk.'

"Miss is not an actress here huh? Did I mistake it?" Then the man laughed lightly while scratching his nape in doubt and embarrassment.

"Right, this lady looks like a young actress" chirped another man.

"Miss, it should be Miss going up on stage and comforting us!" another man behind me.

"Really! Isn't that why Miss is carrying a toy stick like that" said another.

Hearing their words, I instantly clenched my mouth and gritted my teeth while holding the cane in my hand tightly.

'They said what just now... Toy sticks? The stick is not just a tool to play, but also a person's skill.]

I poked my feet one by one to the steps, then I took a deep breath, and stood on the stage holding my staff to the front of my chest, as if I were holding a long sword in my hand.

My gaze was straight ahead while staring at the spectators between the sidelines of my cane.

"Check points!!"

I'll show you what a real show is.

I turned my wand, made the stage floor come into contact with the end of my wand,

"Bend!"

The show for me is an attraction.

Then pull my wand towards my body with one powerful jolt.

"Horn!"

And lift my wand in one stomp upwards.

"Up!!!"

Now my gaze focused on the end of my wand, as if I were aiming at something.

I haven't felt this feeling in a long time. A passionate feeling that seemed to be gnawing at my body. Feelings that cannot be explained by words. Only your actions and skills can explain this feeling.

Then I pulled the stick over my back with one perfect bang, my left hand immediately caught my wand from behind, "Yaa!!"

I began to rotate my wand in rhythm with the movements of my body that were full of energetic and confident. A sensual thin smile never escaped my face, because it was one of the keys to attracting the attention of the audience.

The people below focus looked at me. They noticed every movement of my hand that was relentlessly moving along with my wand that kept spinning to and fro.

The black robe I was wearing fluttered in the wind. The long hair that I had clamped down on, was slowly broken down, they fell perfectly touching my shoulder.

I felt sweat pass through my temples and flow into my chin. My back and armpits feel wet. My breath was warm in the cold night air.

The show for me is not just an attraction, but also a beautiful body movement.

I stopped playing the stick while staring at the crowd down there with breath still wheezing.

I tried to catch my breath and let go of the nervousness that now came roaring.

People started clapping as they exclaimed at me, the atmosphere getting boisterous. More and more people came just to see me.