The Luster of Stars in Moscow
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Leaving the administration room, everyone seemed excited—except Cheri.
Kyle glanced at him in the doorway, just before he came out.
Cheri didn't notice.
"Excite, Cherry!" Kyle.
The girl was flabbergasted.
Kyle turned his body to face Cheri and folded his hands in front of his chest. "I like your laughing face" he said. "Then after that.your angry face!"
Cheri knitted his brows.
Kyle leaned closer to Cheri's face, then whispered. "Perd rather see your face freely!" He adds. "Now I am free to look at you without the annoyance of the arrogant!"
"Heh—" Cheri muttered and glared at him.
"Well!" Kyle pointed his index finger at Cheri's face. "The face is what I mean" he exclaimed happily. "You're getting excited, right?" Kyle slammed and chipped out of the room while waving his hand. "Bye!"
Cheri smiled amusedly. "Basic Kyle!" his murmuring shook his head.
Though the members of the MoscovArt Theatre were all well, recalls Cheri sadly. But I betrayed them to protect Rafael's secret.
Somehow their reaction would come when it came time for me to be taken by Vladimir and taken to Tsar Dramy before their eyes.
It might be more unpleasant than when I first came as an amateur.
Ah.. Cheri sighed heavily and exhaled no less heavily.
Rafael…
I should how?
Entering the man's room, Cheri's feelings were further shattered.
Then suddenly the phone plane on his desk rang.
Rafael? expectantly. Then hurriedly lifted him up.
"Hello!" greet the person across the phone.
Not Rafael! inner Cheri. "Who is this?" He asked a little hard.
"Uh, oh—only a few days have forgotten me!" the guy across the phone. "Didn't you miss me a little stuff?"
"Marile!" Cheri realized. I thought Vladimir Valensky, he thought. "Why just called me? What the hell's going on? Where are you now? Have you met Rafael? Did you get any leads on her whereabouts?"
"Hei—don't lean on me with that many questions!" Mikail protested. "Our time is long. Can you just calm down a little bit? I just woke up!" Sounded of yawning.
Just woke up? Cheri glanced at the wall clock near the door of Rafael's room.
The time is 11:16.
Mikail is not the type of person who likes to wake up late despite sleeping more nights.
"Where are you really?" Cheri asked again. "What time is there?"
"I'm in Washington, the time difference here with Moscow is seven hours."
Worth it, thought Cheri.
"It's too early here" muttered Mikail, yawning again. "But this afternoon I have to go to Harvard University, he said three days ago, Rafael is here."
"Three days ago?" Cherry interrupted impatiently. "Means now—"
"I need a sandwich and a glass of milk" teased Mikail.
Cheri muttered grumbling.
Mikail just chuckled in response.
"Is it possible for another personality to appear, and then he just runs away?" Cheri asked again.
"I think Rafael is now more dominant" Mikail concluded. "I can confirm that. When viewed from every place he visited, I can guess the purpose of his trip this time to explore his past."
"Tracing her past?"
"When he returned to Moscow, he was 17 years old. When I started to know the theater, I was 16 years old. When he entered Harvard, he was 15 years old. I'm guessing, now he's tracing a time when he was 14."
"But for what?"
"It's really just my guess!" Mikail. "I think Rafael is aware of something or an event in the past that triggered the emergence of multiple personalities, that's what he's looking for now!"
Cheri knitted his brows.
Aye! If we know when something started, we will know the main cause! Cheri agreed.
"The events that trigger the emergence of other personalities, that's all!" Mikail added. "But—" the man hung up his sentence.
"But what?" Cheri curious.
"Will he know how terrible reality is?"
"What a horrible reality?" Cheri mutters.
"I'm sorry, Cherie! I always give you worrying news!"
Cheri stutters.
"But your resolve won't change, will it?"
"No!" Cheri answered quickly. "I'm fine! Just continue your search. Find Rafael! I'm just worried something's happened to her. Don't forget to tell me again!"
After the call ended, Cheri curled up in his bed, staring at the void that tormented him.
Is it enough to just wait for him? thought Cheri getir.
Take care, Rafael! Cheri sizzled softly in his heart.
I would go crazy if I kept shutting myself in, he thought. I can't keep this up. I have to do something.
Maybe I should go see Vladimir!
Somehow the longer I waited, I felt that this matter would be even more difficult to solve.
Vladimir couldn't have told me to wait for no reason!
Let's see how Vladimir reacts if I come sooner!
Cheri got out of his bed, got ready and rushed out of the room.
Armed with the address obtained from the phone book in Mikail's room, the girl finally arrived at Tsar Dramy a few minutes later and was stunned.
Whoa—great, her mind amazed. Does this whole building belong to Tsar Dramy?
The building consists of twenty floors and its area is almost equivalent to a mall.
Got a building this big but prefer the stage at the Bolshoi Theatre? Cheri was inexhaustible. Their finances must be pretty good!
Cheri stepped inside and circulated a glance, once again the girl clucked in admiration. Very broad, he thought. Where's the office?
"Hei—you! Little hurry!" Someone shouted from the bottom of the stairs.
Cheri flinched and gasped. Did he call me?
A boy—may be his age—at least that's what Cheri thought, looking at him with a ruffled waist. His posture, face shape, and haircut reminded Cheri of Kyle. His face did not look friendly.
Was he one of the members of Tsar Dramy? Cherie wondered in her heart.
"Ah—aku... Cheri Dutchskova!" Cheri introduced himself and intended to ask him where the office of Tsar Dramy was and how he could meet Vladimir Vallensky. "I came here to—"
"To audition?" The boy cut off Cheri's words. "2nd floor studio!" The boy told.
Cheri forced a smile and was forced to follow his instructions.
"Quickly bit! So slow!" The boy rebuked him.
Cheri groaned while twirling his eyeballs with a lopsided look. What the fuck? grunts in the heart. Cooking can't tell the difference?
On the 2nd floor, in front of the door of the room reads: Studio A, Cheri sees a long queue and lots of people choking.
So this is the studio? thought Cheri.
"Hello! Does anyone know where Vladimir is?" Cheri asked some people. But the average just answers it with a cluttered eyebrow.
"Please line up according to each sequence number!" A boy gave instructions near the entrance.
It must be Tsar Dramy! Cheri concluded.
Cheri intends to ask Vladimir's whereabouts to the boy. But some people pushed him from behind.
"Hey! Little hurry!" Someone shouted impatiently.
Cheri was dragged by the crowd into the studio.
"To all the audition participants for the cast of figures for the May performance, it is expected to enter the room as soon as the show will start!" Another boy announced from the middle of the room through a loudspeaker.
Whahuh? Cheri sat in amazement. To audition for the cast members only to this much?