The Luster of Stars in Moscow
⁇ 15
The night is getting late, the time has gone by early morning.
Rafael is still in Cheri's room. Sitting hunched over at her study table, rewriting the script of The Beautiful And The Ugly.
Cheri is still forced to read the dialogue of the Beautiful.
"Because I asked Dad for a rose, Dad picked a rose in the garden of the Ugly and angered him. Instead, now the Ugly asked for one soul."
"Now, try to change that dialogue!" Rafael interrupts. "Take that role into you and try to replace the dialogue with your own words!"
My words? Cheri glanced inexhaustibly. What else does he want now? He's beating a dongkol.
"Oh, comeon!" Rafael urges.
Cheri groaned in his heart.
Raphael fell back down and wrote.
"I'm going to replace Dad…"
"Where?" Rafael interrupted without distracting himself from the pile of manuscripts he was writing.
"To the house of the Ugly!" Cherry continued.
"The castle!" Rafael.
Ah, this dialogue. "I replaced Dad to be a Bad Fine meal. If Dad died because of me…"
Rafael stopped writing and glanced at Cheri.
Because I asked for a gardenia wreath. Father's death became too fast, thought Cheri. "If only I hadn't asked for the gardenia flower, you would still be alive today."
"Roses!" Rafael.
Cheri looked in displeasure.
"For example, roses!" Rafael explained.
Cheri gulped and stuttered.
Rafael is back to writing. "I've changed the beauty's role" he said without looking. "That page is no longer necessary!"
Cheri was getting clueless.
"Change it!" rafael's orders. "Replace with your own style. Come on, one more time."
Cheri could hardly resist pulling the man's hair. What the hell, he wants?
"You say the dialogue quite well" said Rafael, propping his chin on his knuckle. "Full feeling. Like a real."
Cheri sighed softly and continued.
Time passed so quickly, not felt, togetherness they had more than three hours.
"Bad to look. I can't love you, but I like you so much. I mean it.." Cheri turned to Rafael and stopped.
The man fell asleep at his writing desk with the fold of his own hand. Scenario sheets were strewn with piles of papers and dialogue notes that were corrected many times.
Cheri smothered his mouth holding a laugh. Was he always like that? thought. I really salute him, he can write with this great power of concentration. Really a genius.
Cheri yawned and squirmed. I am also sleepy, he said in his heart. But what about him?
Did I just let him stay there? I can't wake him up.
Cheri placed his manuscript on the table, then snatched the blanket from his bed and enveloped the man, while he himself dropped himself onto the bed afterwards. Sleeping face down and not closing the door.
Mikail could have misunderstood knowing they were sleeping in one room with the door closed, Cheri thought.
Ah, but I'm cold too! Cheri groaned and began to shiver. Maybe you should find a blanket in Rafael's room.
Rafael must be angry if he finds out I went into his room, but if not covered he could freeze to death. Cheri sighed lazily, then walked out and turned towards Rafael's room.
As soon as the door opened, Cheri looked up and looked around.
The walls of the man's room were filled with notes of concepts and ideas of dialogue and scenes. The rest were just wooden shelves filled with books and small beds the size of a patient's gurney in the hospital. The room felt cold and hot at the same time, as if the two were one unit.
A poster was on the wall near the entrance. The poster reads: MARIONETTE, March 20, 2023, MoscovArt Theatre.
Posters prepared for the upcoming three-month staging…
For a moment, Vladimir Valensky's face flashed in Cheri's mind.
Fight, Rafael! thought. Success "The Beautiful and the Ugly", you can definitely beat Vladimir Valensky.
Cheri pulled the blanket from Rafael's bed, then rushed back to his room. Swap his blanket and curled up on his bed looking at Rafael's face. A handsome face that charmed him in the city hall of St Petersburg.
He was really handsome even while sleeping, he thought in awe. Honey he's arrogant!
The dawn has gone…
Cheri was still curled up on his bed, while Rafael squirmed and blinked his eyes as the sunlight pierced through the window.
Rafael raised his face from the table and looked around. Oh, nice! I fell asleep in Cheri's room! He realized. Then it evaporated and removed the blanket that wrapped around its body. He watched the blanket, then turned to Cheri.
The girl was still peacefully asleep in her bed. Her beautiful face was buried in a pillow. Her blanket fell on the side of her bed. The curves of his body under the morning light made Rafael blink in admiration.
Am I really fascinated by his talent? Thought Rafael. But hurriedly dismissed his ridiculous thoughts. Yes, he's talented! He convinced himself.
Rafael approached slowly to the bed, then picked up Cheri's blanket from the floor and wrapped the girl carefully, tidied up the scattered sheets of script on Cheri's study table, then hurriedly left.
Cheri woke up shortly afterwards. Then hurriedly took a shower and prepared for school with overflowing spirit.
I'm a cat, he thought all the way.
Cats who are happy with the food given by the beautiful…
The cat that always stalked the pretty one. A little wayward, but always ready to protect the beauty.
Eagerly!
"Come, close the gate!" A student instructed.
"Okay, chief!"
"Hey!" Cheri gave a frantic cry, as two students began pushing the school gates. Unknowingly, he jumped up with a ballet technique and landed right on the inside of the gate before its gate closed.
Bad cat!
"Beautiful!" One of the boys who was closing the gate gasped.
"Ouch! Chief, look out dong! You're in my way" the other boy groaned.
In this scenario what cat is in position, huh? Cherie wondered in her heart. No matter around.
Is it only the role of a helper that is not directly related to the story?
Ah, but no!
This cat represents the audience.
He complained and cheered representing the audience.
When he got home from school, the boy who had closed the gate this morning followed him. "ah! I remember!" The boy suddenly exclaimed.
Cheri flinched and looked back.
The boy slashed to his side. "Aren't you, who came with Rafael Moscovich to the Bolshoi Theatre two days ago?"
Cheri did not answer. Just looking at him with squinted eyes.
"I'm Kyle Denovich!" The boy stretched out his hand, introducing himself.
"Cheri Dutchskova!" Cheri greeted his hand, and rushed out the gate.
"Rafael is furious, huh?" Kyle grew more and more vigorous and continued to follow him like a puppy. "Why did he call Vladimir a thief?"
Cheri accelerated his pace. Naughty man, grunts in the heart.
"Since connecting as teachers and students, they've both been rivals, right?" Kyle hasn't given up.
Cheri glared at him.
But it doesn't seem to affect him at all.
"If not wrong, their writing style is also similar!" Kyle won't stop.