The Luster of Stars in Moscow
⁇ 9
"Today, we start from the tenth scene." Rafael announces. "Put the table and chair in the middle!" the order is on the property section.
Two boys brought a chair into the middle of the room.
"Where is the usual round table?"
"It was painted" replied one of the boys who had brought the chair.
"Remove!" Rafael growled impatiently.
The two boys rushed out of the room and returned a few minutes later while carrying a square table similar to Rafael's.
"I said round table!" hardik Rafael. "Find the right!"
At the same time, Cheri had just arrived at the front door of the training room. The girl was aghast at the screams of Rafael who held.
Mikail watched the man from across the room near the entrance.
"Rafael is upset," someone told him.
"I am, no wonder," answered Mikail indifferently.
Cheri peered inside with his eyes and mouth rounded.
Two boys from the property set the square table out of the middle of the room, while the rest of the children began to scatter to and fro to find it instead.
Cheri slipped into the middle of the room and approached Rafael with a doubtful face. But before he could undo his intentions, Rafael had seen it.
"What's wrong?" Rafael asked half-hardened. "I didn't call you!"
Mikail flinched and burst into the crowd of players. He was unaware of Cheri's arrival as he was briefing the property team when the girl slipped into the room.
Cheri blinked and stuttered. He's angry no, huh? He wondered in his heart. "May I…"
Rafael squinted his eyes.
"Performing as... round table?" Cherry continued her request. It's over, he thought.
The whole room was suddenly quiet. Everyone looked at Cheri.
Rafael froze for a moment, then cleared his throat while turning his face away. "All right," he said. "But if you make the slightest movement, I'll slap you."
Mikail watched Cheri with an anxious face.
"Okay" replied Cheri quickly. "I won't move!"
The atmosphere in the room returned rowdy. The crowd began to doubt Cheri and whispered.
Mikail gave a warning to those people through her gaze. The room was calm again.
Cheri stepped into the middle of the room and prepared. He ducked up to 90 degrees with his back level with his head. While the position of his feet formed the fifth position-base-movement fifth in ballet. The two soles of his feet are close together, pointing the thighs, knees, and soles of the feet outward without bending the knees. Both legs and knees remain straight despite crossing each other.
The whole room was back.
The two men began to pull up the chair and put it near the girl to then sit side by side facing Cheri and put their hands on the girl's back.
Rafael and Mikail watched the girl and researched the acting of the two men beside her.
Both men looked reasonable.
So far it seems safe.
Round table, said Cheri in heart—trying to animate his role.
I'm a round table!
Iron legged plastic table.
Special table for drinking coffee illuminated by the sun.
At noon in Moscow…
Drinking Bristo coffee in Paris.
Sesha Montrosecova stepped towards them, preparing to play a role.
"Why are two men holding hands at the table?" the girl began her dialogue, then approached the two men at the table and ducked in front of them with one hand resting on the table. The girl squealed in her heart.
It's unbelievable! Sesha satirized in amazement.
Head, neck, shoulders, both hands.
"Come, we're home!" the female character in the story rebukes both male characters.
"Truly looks like a table" whispered someone behind Mikail. "He didn't move at all."
"His legs and waist must be unusually strong" another commented.
"A girl grunts on the other side Mikail Volkov. "If it's just a pose like that anyway, I can too" he sighed dismissively.
Mikail.
The girl was the girl who greeted Cheri for the first time in the training room. "Easy, really!" he said to Mikail. "Rafael must have thought the same."
Mikail glanced at Rafael, then snorted back at the girl beside him.
The man was looking at the players with his eyebrows intertwined.
As the person closest to her, Mikail could read the lines of worry implied on her face. Although his attention was focused on the player, his mind was floating questioning Cheri's defense.
The pressure given by the female lead in this round cannot be underestimated. Especially since the cast is Sesha Montrosecova. That girl was already like a senior in this theater. His acting is always total.
Two people holding hands on the weight table might not be much. But bending over with your hands resting on the edge of the table in an emotional state could just tear the table down.
But Cheri did not stagger in the slightest. That girl really looks like an inanimate object.
For a moment, Rafael blinked a glance at the girl. But then pretend to focus only on the players.
Mikail hid her smile.
"Any," muttered the female figure as she raised her hand from the table and crossed both hands in front of her chest, hugging herself. "Why is the wind blowing all of a sudden?"
A wind? thought Cheri. Then concentrate until he successfully describes the situation.
The wind was blowing suddenly, moving the clouds…
Making the plastic table vibrate and crimped.
Tek tracks!
Tek tracks!
The entire room gasped again and held its breath.
A split second everyone was like catching a gust of wind and hearing the table shake.
Rafael blinked in amazement. But just for a moment. No one noticed it.
Cold wind that blows.
It looked like that, Mikail thought.
"Guts!" Rafael yells. "Ten-minute break" he said. Then pretend to check the next page of the manuscript.
Cheri straightened his body while looking at Rafael to see his reaction.
The man linked the fingers in front of his face without looking at him, let out a short sigh and pretended to be thinking hard.
Gawat, thought Cheri. I was too absorbed in my role! He has forbidden me from making the slightest movement. He must be upset right now.
Rafael looked at him while smiling faintly. It was so thin, that others did not realize he was smiling.
Even Cheri.
But Mikail realized it. The faint sparkles in Rafael's eyes won't be able to fool him. You arrogant bastard, his inner scorn. Then stepped into the middle of the room and pulled Cheri aside into the crowd.
Simultaneously, someone burst in while panting, then slipped between Cheri and Mikail, making the two simultaneously jump away from each other.
"Rafael!" The man shouted in a huff as he lunged wildly, disrupting the crowd.
The whole room turned to the man.
"Demians?" Rafael looked at him with his eyebrows intertwined.
"Why are you calm?" he shouted at Rafael. "Don't you know yet, there's a Marionette we're going to stage in three weeks. I just saw him. The story is really the same."
Rafael opened his mouth, but not a word came out of his mouth.
The whole room was suddenly rowdy.
Cheri and Mikail exchanged glances with tense expressions.
"Someone has stolen your Marionette, Rafael!"