The Luster of Stars in Moscow
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Entering the auditorium door, Cheri was ambushed by a nervous feeling.
The amalgamation of Tsar Dramy and MoscovArt Theatre theatre members looks spectacular. The large chamber looks like a throne hall in a medieval kingdom.
Each member of the theater group has not fully blended, is still separated and only huddled with fellow members of their respective theater groups.
Only the staff of the stage stylists had begun to interact.
Cheri walked clumsily through the rows of benches.
Several members of the MoscovArt Theatre sat on a row of benches closest to the entrance with Sesha Montrosecova, clasping as she waited for instructions.
"They actually rented this place just for practice," Ibrahim murmured as he looked around. "Crazy!"
"It's different, if the sponsors are big!" One girl commented, unable to hide her astonishment.
"Sesha, if everything is combined, how is the division of the role?" The cat girl in the drama The Beautiful and the Bad Forgotten asked.
"It was determined by Rafael," replied Sesha.
"But what if Tsar Dramy gets more good roles than us?"
"That's it," Sesha, trying to appease the girl. "It's okay. Let's leave everything to Rafael."
Cheri sighed short and boughtak. He is not Rafael, his mind is bitter.
In the front row of the bench, some members of the Tsar Dramy theater were also being patched while continuing to glance at Valentin.
"Rafael Moscovich made a different impression on the stage" one of the men commented.
Cheri followed their point of view and found Valentin near the stage steps.
Cheri stopped his steps in front of the stage, fondling whether he would approach her.
But the man looked up and saw her.
Cheri stuttered and blinked.
The man grinned as he blinked one eye at Cheri.
Cheri turned his face quickly and hurried away.
Surely he wouldn't be half-assed in destroying Joan, ' Cheri thought as the man stepped onto the stage and patted his hands for everyone's attention.
"All of you, listen carefully!" Valentin.
Everyone from the two theater groups approached towards the stage.
"I've changed the order of the players to suit each other's abilities" Valentin announced. "The main role is still held by Cheri Dutchkova."
All eyes were now on Cheri.
"As for Leah Denova, I've made a new role." Valentin continued. "Then, Demian Ivanov, of king Charles was changed to prince Alanson."
"What the—" Demian shouted interrupting. Then crashing forward. "Why was my role replaced? You'd better have a good reason" he exasperated. "Or did you just do it for revenge?"
Valentin grinned. "I'm not as petty as your little brain, Uncle Ivanov!"
Cheri screeched restrained while smothering his mouth.
Demian tightened his jaw and stepped up the stairs. "I've mastered that role. I've lived it. Do you mind if I become Prince Charles?"
"Very. object." Valentin answered coldly.
Demian was silent.
"Cheri, come!" Valentin invites Cheri to take the stage.
Demian watched over Valentin's face with his eyebrows intertwined.
After Cheri was on stage, Valentin hinted at Demian to approach. "Hug him" he ordered.
Demian hugged the girl and exchanged glances with Cheri. The eyes of both of them hint at the same question mark.
"Now try slapping him!" Valentin ordered.
Demian froze in doubt, "I'm sorry, yes." she told Cheri. Then raise his hand and grimace. He can't do it.
"Can't, right?" Valentin interrupted.
Demian lowered his hand, admitting his defeat.
Everyone murmured justifying Rafael's decision.
Cheri and Demian glanced at each other with helpless expressions.
"She was pretentious," Vladimir grumbled as Cheri and Demian stepped off the stage. "It's cool to just move the training ground away from Tsar Dramy!"
Cheri snorted and glared at the man. "Isn't this your idea? You made him the director yourself!"
"That's just a cover" Vladimir said with a look of disdain. "I knew he couldn't possibly direct a drama," he scorned, leaning toward Cheri and whispered, "He's not Rafael."
Cheri glanced at Demian.
The man took an indifferent attitude. He flicked his shoulders and passed away.
"If the training has started, everyone will know that he can't do anything" Vladimir continued. "At that time, I'll be taking over the stage."
"Okay, we're starting!" Rafael instructs through the loudspeaker. The man was already sitting under the stage in front of the spectator bench facing towards the stage. A table placed in front of him was filled with piles of manuscripts. "All the players go on stage! We start with the opening."
All players from both groups took the stage and huddled around waiting for further instructions. And the stage looks spectacular.
Some of the people who were not in the roles sitting on the bleachers were astonished in astonishment.
Valentin put a headset on his ear. "All players are lined up facing forward!" his orders. "Joan is standing in front facing back!"
Vladimir grinned and crossed his side with a look of disdain. Show your ability, his mockery in the heart.
"And.action!" Valentin.
"Court judgment!" The narrator takes over the audio. "Women who give their hearts to the devil will be put to death!"
Sound effect resonates.
Cheri looked back, coinciding with the narrator's voice…
"Joan d'Arc!"
Sound effect rumbles.
"Grow up the red light!" Vladimir instructed. "I want the impression of a fire. Joan! Show me a face expression that is suffering a lot!"
"Wait a minute!" Valentin.
The mood changed quietly.
"This opening is so uninteresting!" Valentin retreated his chair and walked onto the stage. "There is less" he said. Then it slammed past the crowd of players and rushed backstage. He called some of the crew and asked if the property had enough white cloth.
The property staff rushed to the warehouse.
"And I also need one black cloth!" Valentin added.
"There's only cloth seat covers here" one of the staff told Valentin. "The transfer of this training ground is too sudden. We only bring some properties that are certainly used. Unthinkable for—"
"Bring that seat cover!" Valentin ordered.
The staff went back to the warehouse.
Everyone waited in confusion.
Vladimir snorted in annoyance.
A little while later, the staff had returned with a pile of chair cover cloth.
One of them handed a black cloth to Valentin's hand. "You're lucky" he said.
"Everything!" Valentin is back on stage. "Take the seat cover!"
The players obey him.
"Cherry's here!" Valentin's orders. "Call your bodies with that seat cover!" he shouted at other players. "Everybody take a sleeping position!"
"Wait a minute!" Cheri grabbed Valentin's shoulder.
The man enveloped Cheri with a black cloth. His face looks very serious.
Makes Cheri confused. "Valentin," he whispered.
"Yes, Sweetie!"
Cheri recontented hearing his answer.