The Luster of Stars in Moscow
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"The character of the Beautiful is made for me and Rafael," penggah Cyzarine.

Mikail grinned. "Was Hamlet's first player four hundred years ago the best player?" 

Cyzarine.

"Originally you know," Mikail. "Many of Hamlet's players were far more successful even though the meaning and character traits of his character had been altered without altering Shakespeare's original dialogue four hundred years ago."

"But that's, right.the director's job!" Cyzarine.

"What's so weird about a player being able to do that on their own?" Mikail.

"No way," argued Cyzarine. "I can't move my fellow cast and the whole drama alone. If any player could do such a thing." Cyzarine lost his word. He turned to the center of the room and looked at Cheri stuttering.

Mikail glanced at Cyzarine while smiling faintly.

The beauty is not a girl who does not know suffering. She was the daughter of a merchant who had experienced a falling awake. He is a realistic person.

Waitaminute! Thought Rafael. So that's why he doesn't believe his father's promises and stories?

Then…

The entire nature of each character must be changed. Fathers become big-mouthed fathers and brothers who trust the father even though they know the father likes to brag.

"Wait, Cheri!" Rafael immediately got up and stopped Cheri. "Your interpretation is…"

Cheri didn't rub it. He bowed and let out a short sigh-continuing his acting. "She said there was a big star wearing a shirt and could talk…"

Rafael freezes. 

Cheri's expression seemed to say, "He made me go to and fro alone!"

Even though the father is that bad, but the Beautiful still loves him. He has a kind heart that makes him pretend to believe his father's story.

Make everyone feel sorry for him!

"A wonderful kid" commented someone in the audience.

Demian glanced at Rafael in passing.

The man did not react.

Demian snorted and put on his mask. "I've been here since," the hardship as he lunged into the middle of the room and ambushed Cheri until the girl fell and fell on the floor.

"DEMIANS!" Rafael's screams exploded and boomed. "How to enter like that doesn't exist in the scenario!"

Demian grinned and turned to Rafael. "Yes," he said. "How to enter like that does not exist in the scenario. But that's the way this kid works - just as long as the dialogue is the same, that's okay!" Demian pulled his body up and faced Rafael. "Ignore the other players! Ignore director!"

Rafael gulped and tightened his jaw.

"Although he harmed others, you still let him!" Demian pointed his index finger at Rafael's face. "The drama we've planned desperately, the effort and calculations of the players, it's all for naught! Do we have to be willing to be trampled under the sole of this kid's foot that's highlighted by a spot light?" 

Cheri smothered his mouth with a palm. My acting tramples them?

"I don't want to play with him!" Demian shook his hand in a disdainful manner.

"Wait," Cheri snatched Demian's arm. "I didn't mean it that way" he explained stammeringly.

"Although you still do it, right?" Demian rebuked him while raising his shoulders and clasping Cheri's hand. "I don't want to play with this kid, anyway" he repeated to Rafael. "If this child is not cast out of this drama, I'll be out!"

The whole room was now suffocating stifled.

"Demian... Do you hate me that much?" Cheri asked raucous.

Demian glared at Cheri. "Bas stupid," he grunted.

Rafael approached them. "This is my drama" he growled.

"I'm acting this way for the sake of your drama!" Demian. "This child has ruined your scenario, in front of your own eyes!" Demian now pointed her index finger at Cheri's face.

Rafael froze for a moment.

Cheri.

The whole room was wide.

In that agonizing freeze, Kyle suddenly opened his voice. "I think the acting is very interesting!"

All eyes turned at the man.

The boy again, thought Rafael.

"What's wrong?" Kyle asked while looking at me.

No one answered.

"You really like it, don't you?" Kyle pointed at a child. Then he pointed to the other child. "You too, right?"

"To be honest I also felt that the acting was very good," said someone on the other side of the room, opposite the distance where Kyle was standing. "He said he was a beginner!"

All eyes now moved to look at the boy.

The whole room is back rowdy. Everyone expresses their opinion.

Demian bowed and clenched his hands behind his cloak.

Rafael massaged the base of his nose to cover up his relief.

"Thank you," hissed Cheri Parau. "I never thought anyone would like my acting. I'm so happy to hear that."

"So.." Cyzarine suddenly interrupted and walked to the center of the room. "You'll stop feeling satisfied" he said with a look of disdain.

Rafael squinted his eyes.

"No," Cheri said, raising his jaw. "I'm still going to try another way of acting."

Demian chuckles. "Truly presumptuous," he snorted.

"Hey!" Rafael rebuked Demian while gripping his shoulder. "Do you need to talk like that?"

"You're bothering him a lot, too, right?" Eject Demian. "Didn't you let another man bother him?"

"Kau—" Rafael glared at him.

Demian chuckled again. "Look at your face" he said cynically. "That's exactly the expression a child is in love with!"

The girls smothered his mouth almost simultaneously. Boys exchanged looks.

Kyle glanced at Cheri with a sad expression.

"In that case, let me suggest, for the role of the Ugly Bad, you should make a double cast as well" Demian said as he patted Rafael on the shoulder. Then turn around and walk away from the exercise. "You're the only one playing!"

Rafael tightened his jaw and grabbed Demian's foot.

BRUK!

Demian fell down and fell face down on the floor.

The whole room was screaming.

"You are truly childish" Demian growled, pulling his body up and pouncing towards Rafael.

Mikail simultaneously lunged into the middle of the room. "Cheri! Hold Rafael!" 

Cheri stuttered in confusion.

"Anything is okay" cried Mikail as she snatched Demian's cloak.

Anything yet? Without thinking, Cheri finally grabbed Rafael's hair and pulled it.

"Hey!" Rafael groans in pain. "Take off my hair!" he strives to get rid of Cheri's hand.

Cheri didn't rub it.

Demian squirms in Mikail's grip.

But nimbly, Mikail twisted Demian's body and slapped her face. Then slapped Rafael in the face afterwards.

Cheri gasped and smothered his mouth. He looks great, he thought.

Demian and Rafael were stunned while holding each other's cheeks.

"Today's training is over," cried Mikail at the others. "You all disperse!"

The whole room simultaneously split.

"Mikail.." Rafael murmured.

"What?" Mikail. "Solicit slapped again?"

Rafael.

Some kids look at them.

"See what?" snapped Mikail.

The children spontaneously soared leaving the room while smothering his mouth.

Rafael cleared his throat, while Demian turned his face and bowed.

Cheri gulped and looked at Cyzarine.

Mikail turned to Cyzarine. "Why are you still here?"

Cyzarine puffed his cheeks up, then hurriedly left.

Demian rushed to follow him.

Mikail let out a short sigh and looked at Rafael.