The Luster of Stars in Moscow
⁇ 24
"When the curtain is opened, the next execution becomes the task of the stage supervisor." Rafael announced before stepping off the stage. "Please, yes!" He said to the stage supervisor, patting her on the shoulder.
"Give it to me!" The stage supervisor pointed his thumb at Rafael with a big smile. "Ok, the players and staff are all preparing in their respective places!"
Cheri was still frozen in place while clutching the clipboard, while the rest of the staff had already split off from the stage with the cast.
"Oi! Stage supervisor! I'm asking for lighting instructions!" Someone shouted from the end of the corridor behind the stage.
"Cherry!" The stage supervisor thrust a chocolate map at him. "Please give this to the lamplighter!"
"Good!" Cheri answered a little too enthusiastically, then rushed off the stage.
Activities all over the place made Cheri even more excited. Today was not his turn, but he felt that the situation made no difference.
Not far backstage, he saw Cyzarine preparing with the other players. But the girl suddenly staggered and fell to her knees at the foot of the stage.
"NO!" Cheri screamed as he rushed towards Cyzarine. "Cyzarin! What the hell's going on? You all right? ZARINE!!!"
"Quiet, Cheri!" The beautiful older sister chuckles. "It's just a ritual not to get nervous" he explains.
Cheri was flabbergasted and looked at Cyzarine with round eyes.
The girl moved slowly from the floor, sighing. "You're good, yes.it's going to be tomorrow," he hissed as he moved his head left and right to stretch his neck muscles. "But my acting will definitely be much nicer," he said cynically. Then stood up and turned around leaving Cheri.
"Come on! Start warming!" I heard screaming from the other side of the stage.
Cheri got up from the floor and rushed into the room to the lighting section.
"The stage is ready?" Kyle's horde also looked excited.
Whoa—Everything is busy, Cheri thought excitedly. Then it slammed against the door and pushed it, but it slammed too hard until it was thrown in until it fell on the floor.
"Cherry!" Someone was screaming in panic over the head.
Cheri raised his face while gnawing. "Rafael," he said stammeringly. Then thrust the chocolate map in his hand while massaging the head with the other hand. "I--this is for the light stylist of the stage supervisor."
Rafael chuckled as he snatched the map. But then leaned over to help Cheri stand up.
Cheri scanned the man's face with his eyebrows intertwined.
Rafael's face looked pale from close range.
"You why?" Cheri asked worriedly.
"Huh?" Rafael.
"You look tired" said Cheri.
"Ah, no! I'm fine," Serga Rafael quickly. "Just the director doesn't have a job when the show starts."
Cherry is still watching him. Not sure about Rafael's answer.
Rafael gave a brief sigh. "After exerting all my strength, I now feel as if I am in the position of the accused awaiting the judge's decision" he said a little grimly.
"Rafael could never stand being backstage because he had to think about whether his play would be a success or not!" The light stylist interrupted them.
"Aaaargh, chatty!" Rafael bowed while holding his stomach. "My stomach hurts a lot" he said.
Cheri chuckled while smothering his mouth.
Rafael glared at him.
"Sorry!" Cheri stopped laughing. "So I was worried you were okay" he said, getting serious. "Yesterday night you weren't in the room, you must have worked all night. I couldn't sleep because I was sleeping alone in an empty house."
The lamppostressor heard his words.
"Cheri—" Rafael screeched as he closed the door.
Cheri was surprised.
"Don't talk so in front of people who don't understand our position" Rafael told reporters. "They can misunderstand!"
"Sorry!" Cheri smothered his mouth again.
"Ah, stop!" Rafael groaned again as he bowed. "My stomach hurts again."
Cheri held back his smile. Rafael who is like this is really adorable, his mind is amused-feeling tickled.
"THE SHOW WILL START IN 30 MINUTES, THE AUDIENCE IS PRESENTED!" Announcement of the loudspeaker.
Cheri rushed into the corridor shouting excitedly, "30 minutes more! Come on, everybody get ready! Makeup! The costume! The dressing room is all in order?"
"Who is that?" Someone asked in the costume room so easy Cheri's voice.
"Cheri Dutchskova," Sesha replied with a laugh.
"My costume's ripped!" A boy shouted at Cheri. "I need a thread and a needle!"
This kind of atmosphere turns out to be fun, huh? thought Cheri was happy. It feels really alive.
After making sure the costume room was safe, Cheri rushed to the consumption section to control the players' drinking water supply.
On the emergency stairs, the girl passed Demian by.
"Where have you been?" Cheri. "You have to stand by.." Cheri hung up his sentence.
The man passed by without looking at it one bit.
"Demian—" Cheri screeched restrained.
The man rushed to the emergency exit.
What the hell is he doing? thought Cheri.
Demian opened the door and looked over. "Tell Rafael, I have a little business. Don't bother me!"
Cheri stutters. "Uh-oh! What the hell are you doing? Nah! Demian, wait!" Cheri lunged towards the man and held him back.
Demian finally turned around and looked at Cheri. Then duck down and whisper, "Play the role of the Beautiful as you please!"
Cheri swallowed and was stunned.
Whatdoes thatmean?
"Bye!" Demian waved his hand at a glance, then twisted his body, opened the door and disappeared.
"Demians!" Cherry tried to chase after him. But the door was locked from the outside.
No, his mind is riled up. He left the show!
I have to tell Rafael and Mikail.
Cheri turned to the corridor then ran as fast as he could. "Rafael! Mikail! Anybody—" Shouts as hard as you can. But his voice was like it was stuck in the throat.
The shadows of the events in the Coffee Shop instantly flashed in his mind.
Vladimir's!
Demian was with Vladimir yesterday!
Could it…
Everything was arranged by Vladimir?
"MILK!" Someone shouted riled up while breaking through the administration room.
"Sorry, today's seat ticket is up," Mikail stopped her conversation on the phone, then turned her head towards the door with her eyes squinted.
"Great!" The boy who broke through was stammering. "There's something strange in the audience seats. Quick look!"
Mikail ditched the phone plane and rushed out of the room, then ran into the auditorium and was stunned.
The audience seats are almost entirely empty!
Only two-three people with confused faces on the bleachers.
The curtain opens in ten minutes!
What the hell's going on?
Tickets today are sold out!
Why did it come just this way?
At the same time, Tania Deanlova also rushed towards her almost crying. "Mikail! The audience that was waiting for the ticket to stand was also not there!" He reported.
"There are people who buy tickets so they don't get in!" Some people start to assume while shouting out loud.
In the next instant, Cheri appeared panting conveying Demian's departure.
Sudden rowdy situation. Everyone panicked to hear all this.
Mikail froze with a frustrated face. Cheri was crying in his chest.
Saul and Abraham went towards them.
Sesha followed behind him.
"What's going on?" They asked almost simultaneously.
Rafael chipped from the mixer room, then rushed towards them with a riled face.
Mikail rubbed her face with pale hands. Rafael can go crazy knowing this, he thought.