The Luster of Stars in Moscow
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"Where have you been?" Cheri flocked Mikail with a question as soon as the man appeared at the town hall. "And... Where were you last night?"
"I went home to my apartment" Mikail replied. "I came home late at night from the MoscovArt Theatre and I went to your apartment. But…"
Cheri bowed weakly and sighed helplessly. "You met Valentin?"
"No, he didn't see me!" answer Mikail. "He was asleep when I came."
"And you left the apartment? Leaving me alone with that son of a bitch?" Cheri glared at him.
Mikail pulled the girl outside the auditorium. "It was very noisy inside" he said. Then lead him to the terrace. "Now what do you want?" ask Mikail. "Move to my apartment?"
Cheri sighed again. "I will stay there" he said.
Mikail frowned.
"I can't live there now" Mikail said.
"I know," murmured Cheri. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to blame you."
"I'll find you a new place" Mikail said.
"No need" replied Cheri. "It's okay. He promised he wouldn't bother me and touch me."
"really?" Mikail raised her eyebrows.
Cheri nodded.
"And you believe it?" Mikail asked again.
Cheri nodded again.
Mikail groaned while rubbing her face rough.
"I really don't know what I'd do better" murmured Cheri. "Especially Rafael did not appear at all."
Mikail lowered her hands and crossed her arms.
"Even though he was asleep, Rafael did not want to appear. I kept waiting."
"Cheri," Mikail interrupted. "Beyond what you've told me.. Is there anything going on between you and Valentin?"
Cheri spontaneously froze.
"If there was one, it would have hurt Rafael a lot" Mikail added. "Do you understand?"
Cheri gulped and stuttered.
"Rafael will budge and be lost!" Valentin's words flashed through Cheri's mind.
Cheri smothered his mouth.
"Cheri?" Mikail leaned over and touched the girl's shoulder. "What's going on?"
"I.." Cheri closed his eyes tightly. "I lost my confidence" he sighed. "I mean—"
Mikail again groaned and massaged the base of her nose.
"Even though I know I can't palpitate, but he's so similar. Her face..her voice, everything!"
Mikail said nothing more.
"In the meantime, Rafael did not appear. I wanted to hug her, though" lamented Cheri.
"It's over, right?"
The voice of someone surprised them.
Cheri and Mikail turned to the door.
Valentin stood on his shoulder against the door frame and crossed, staring at them with a flat vface.
How long has he been standing there? cheri thought in shock.
Valentin grinned. "I want the main cast returned to the director," he said with a scornful expression. "If not, how can the exercise run. Cheri darling!" Valentin extended his hand towards Cheri with an invitation gesture.
Cheri bought and twirled her eyeballs, then rushed inside past Valentin.
Valentin glanced at her while smiling mischievously, while Mikail glared and shook her head.
Valentin glanced at Mikail at a glance, then twisted his body.
"Wait!" Mikail ambushed Valentin's shoulder.
The man looked back at Mikail. "Don't forget, I'm Rafael Moscovich, '" he said cunningly. "From now on don't call me wrong."
Mikail opened her mouth, preparing to spout out words.
But the man left her blabbering, "The success of this drama is for my own sake. If you keep worrying, you'll get old soon, you know!"
Mikail froze helplessly.
If things were like this, would Rafael show up one last time?
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Joan, the sheepherding girl, went to Orleans to place Prince Charles on the throne of the king…
To save France.
The stage looks ten times more spectacular and much more magnificent than the great performances of Tsar Dramy during this time.
Much more glamorous than anyone could have imagined.
Cheri appeared in the modest dress of a royal servant in the middle ages, stepping slowly from the side of the stage, then turning in the middle of the stage to the back of the audience bench, then turned around abruptly and jerked her dress into the robe of an officer.
Sound effect echoes dramatizing the scene.
The spectators gasped and held their breath. Stunned by the new figure after the shepherd girl turned to face forward, changing into a dashing and dazzling knight figure.
The lights flashed simultaneously, bringing up a group of nobles behind Joan.
"Despite looking at it from this side, it still looks beautiful" commented several players waiting on the side of the stage.
Leah was there with them.
The girl froze with a pouting face.
"The costumes and the background of the stage changed in an instant" another commented.
"It's like coming out of a dream!" yell at the others again.
"The stage decorations and fancy costumes are all, huh?" the girls are happy.
"Thanks to the sponsorship of the Moscovich Corporation, the cost of production swelled tenfold."
"Too flashy," Leah commented. "The Joan I've seen before feels holier and nobler. I don't know! It feels weird!"
The players behind him glanced at each other.
"But the audience seems to like it" said one of the girls behind Leah. "Especially.the stage equipment is amazing all."
Leah gave a quick glance and froze back.
Joan, the noble-hearted girl who heard the voice of God…
The girl who has magical powers…
Fighting non-stop.
Bring France to the gates of victory!
Cheri soared and bounced mid-stage, among the soldiers wriggling in battle, running and jumping to and fro while carrying a flag bearing a white lily.
Walk forward following the voice of God, urging the soldiers to keep moving!
But…
When he looked back in the middle of the bloody battlefield, it turned out that no one was following him.
Joan lives alone!
Riding in the middle of the pile of corpses that were scattered.
In addition, the people of government had also tarnished the purity of Joan's struggle.
Even King Charles had been helped!
Cheri stood in the middle of the stage, while the other players laid around him as a pile of corpses.
Swords and shields were scattered here and there with blood splotches.
The audience stared at Cheri's face.
The two shoulders of the girl hung limp, while her face was smudged with blood, as well as the sword she was holding.
The tip of his robe whipped behind his body.
Demian then appeared from backstage, walking slowly towards Cheri.
"Joan," his his hiss resembled a whir of the wind.
The audience squinted their eyes, trying to find a voice.
Demian was still hidden within the dark side of the stage.
"There's still me," Demian's dialogue sounded authoritative. The man stopped one step behind Cheri, one step to the side.
The spot light flashed instantly, revealing Demian's figure in the luxurious costume of a noble.
Prince Alanson!
The spectators gasped in amazement and were amazed.
Demian's performance was beyond anyone's expectations, even the players.
Cheri looked over and blinked.
The man smiled as he extended his hand towards Cheri.
Demian looked so beautiful, he thought in amazement.
Cheri had never seen anything like it, so he could not take his eyes off Demian. Makes her acting look natural.