Chapter 2131: Tickets... Tickets forget it...
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"Head, are these three here to listen to the opera?"
"This is the first time someone has sat down in half a month, right?"
"Great! Our Black Cat Opera Troupe has come to prominence and the chance to become famous!"
As soon as Vicky walked in the door, the opera troupe's actors crowded around, acting quite excited.
During this period of time they were met with unprecedented coldness, and their passion was about to be polished by the cold wind and loneliness outside.
"Okay, everyone get ready to perform on stage. Such opportunities are not available every day. If this performance is successful, maybe this guest will bring us new guests." Vicky's face is the same. Can't hide the excitement.
"Head, have you collected the tickets?" At this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded in the corner.
The smiles on everyone's faces solidified, and they all looked at Vicky.
Vicky's expression also stiffened, her expression was slightly embarrassed, her face flushed, and she shook her head and said, "Not yet..."
"Ugh……"
Everyone sighed suddenly.
This kind of thing does not seem to have happened for the first time.
"Leader, we have had no income for half a month. If this continues, everyone will really starve to death..." a member of the team looked at Vicky helplessly and said.
"Gurulu~"
I don't know whose stomach made a series of responding sounds.
It was hard to hide the worry on everyone's face.
"Okay! Shut me up!" Vicky suddenly changed her momentum, her red eyes swept across the crowd, as if the king was examining her own people, she said solemnly: "A good opera actor never does it for food Worrying, as long as you can perform well and show your strength and status, no one can save the ticket money, unless he doesn't want to step out of this courtyard!"
Everyone was silent for a while, and they began to prepare for the stage.
McGonagall and the two little guys, sitting in the cold yard, have taken out a little quilt and wrapped them up.
The little quilt came in handy after all, but I didn't expect this time not to sleep, but to keep out the cold.
This outdoor opera with its own bench and quilt is the first time that Rao Yimag, an amateur, has participated.
When the actors of the Black Cat Opera Company came out one after another, they were all taken aback when they saw the three people sitting on small chairs, wrapped in quilts, and burning in the middle.
A bit weird, and a bit...cute?
Especially the two little girls, one big and one little girl, wrapped in a little quilt, with a little head outstretched, they are exquisite and lovely, cute and cute, and they are so cute and broken.
"Ahem." Vicky coughed lightly, reminding her members to be more professional.
I haven't seen the audience for a long time, but it seems that the audience is relatively strange, which is not very professional.
The actors quickly withdrew their gazes and stepped onto the stage.
Started their performance.
McGonagall glanced at it. It was a small opera troupe with only sixteen people. There were three musicians and opera actors, both men and women, young and old. They all looked a little yellow and thin, with vain feet. It seemed that being an artist was indeed not easy.
The opera is called "Miss Black Cat".
The troupe is called the Black Cat Opera Troupe, and the performance is called "Miss Black Cat". For a small opera troupe that has just started, it is quite clever.
If the opera becomes popular, then their opera company will also take off.
At the beginning of the performance, there was no soundtrack from a large band, and the atmosphere was slightly insufficient.
But what was beyond McGonagall's expectation was that the performance of this opera troupe was still a little good?
The appearance of yellow and thin faces did not hide their solid singing skills and acting skills, and their thick and melodious singing voices far exceeded the limits of this wasteland stage.
Miss Black Cat tells the story of a young lady from a big family. In order to break free from the shackles of the world, she kept fighting, and finally left the big family, gained freedom and new life, and finally reaped the story of love and career.
A very clichéd and simple story, but the performances of the opera actors are full of tension and can really arouse the emotions of the audience.
What surprised McGonagall most was the actor of Miss Black Cat-Vicky.
The petite captain has a shocking high pitch, and his control of the voice is amazing, and he has played several ranks with other actors.
He understood why Vicky was able to become the team leader. She was outstanding in strength, excellent acting skills, able to attack and accept, how ordinary people can play her...
The two little guys also watched with gusto. Although they were wrapped in a quilt and were still on fire, they were not sleepy at all.
"My father, what song does Miss Black Cat sing? Why don't you understand?" Amy asked curiously.
This time Vicky was singing a piece of low and sad music in a language that McGonagall had never heard.
McGonagall listened carefully for a while, and the system did not convert any effective text, but vaguely felt that the tone was a bit familiar.
"I don't know, it may be a dialect somewhere." McGonagall shook his head slightly.
Although speech is impassable, emotions can be conveyed through singing.
This Miss Black Cat opera, in the affectionate performance of Vicky and the actors, achieved an effect far exceeding McGonagall's expectations.
As far as the professionalism of Vicky is concerned, it even surpasses the starring role of several operas that McGonagall has seen in his previous life. It is definitely a professional opera actor.
But opera is still in its infancy in this world, how could such an outstanding opera director suddenly appear? Could this be the legendary genius? Or is it... a traverser like yourself?
McGonagall's curiosity was successfully suspended.
The performance is over.
McGonagall, Amy and Annie stood up and applauded, expressing their appreciation for the opera performance.
Annie wiped the corners of her eyes, and she could see that the little guy liked this story very much.
"Thank you."
Vicky led the actors to the curtain call, and they were in a very good mood from their faces.
Being able to win applause and appreciation from the audience is a great honor for an opera actor, and it is also their motivation for persistence.
"Can I draw this story down?" Annie turned and looked at McGonagall, making gestures with her hands.
"This requires consultation with Miss Black Cat. After all, this is her story." McGonagall smiled and looked at Vicky walking towards them, "I can help you ask her later."
Annie nodded [New Biqule.vip].
"The performance is very exciting, your singing is impressive and unforgettable." McGonagall looked at Vicky and smiled. It was not flattering, it was exactly how McGonagall felt after watching the performance.
"That's natural, this is the best opera performance on the Nolan Continent." Vicky held her chin slightly, like a proud little lion, her red eyes were arrogant, "You can hear this. Performing is your honor."
"Um..." McGonagall looked at her. Although the words were rough and not rough, it was still somewhat inappropriate for the few guests to say such things?
Vicky lowered her head, the red light in her eyes faded, and then looked up at McGonagall with a weird expression, her face changed slightly, and her expression waved embarrassedly: "Ah...this...sorry, she must have said something rude to you Huh? I...I...I mean, thank you for watching...Tickets...Tickets forget it..."
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"Head, are these three here to listen to the opera?"
"This is the first time someone has sat down in half a month, right?"
"Great! Our Black Cat Opera Troupe has come to prominence and the chance to become famous!"
As soon as Vicky walked in the door, the opera troupe's actors crowded around, acting quite excited.
During this period of time they were met with unprecedented coldness, and their passion was about to be polished by the cold wind and loneliness outside.
"Okay, everyone get ready to perform on stage. Such opportunities are not available every day. If this performance is successful, maybe this guest will bring us new guests." Vicky's face is the same. Can't hide the excitement.
"Head, have you collected the tickets?" At this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded in the corner.
The smiles on everyone's faces solidified, and they all looked at Vicky.
Vicky's expression also stiffened, her expression was slightly embarrassed, her face flushed, and she shook her head and said, "Not yet..."
"Ugh……"
Everyone sighed suddenly.
This kind of thing does not seem to have happened for the first time.
"Leader, we have had no income for half a month. If this continues, everyone will really starve to death..." a member of the team looked at Vicky helplessly and said.
"Gurulu~"
I don't know whose stomach made a series of responding sounds.
It was hard to hide the worry on everyone's face.
"Okay! Shut me up!" Vicky suddenly changed her momentum, her red eyes swept across the crowd, as if the king was examining her own people, she said solemnly: "A good opera actor never does it for food Worrying, as long as you can perform well and show your strength and status, no one can save the ticket money, unless he doesn't want to step out of this courtyard!"
Everyone was silent for a while, and they began to prepare for the stage.
McGonagall and the two little guys, sitting in the cold yard, have taken out a little quilt and wrapped them up.
The little quilt came in handy after all, but I didn't expect this time not to sleep, but to keep out the cold.
This outdoor opera with its own bench and quilt is the first time that Rao Yimag, an amateur, has participated.
When the actors of the Black Cat Opera Company came out one after another, they were all taken aback when they saw the three people sitting on small chairs, wrapped in quilts, and burning in the middle.
A bit weird, and a bit...cute?
Especially the two little girls, one big and one little girl, wrapped in a little quilt, with a little head outstretched, they are exquisite and lovely, cute and cute, and they are so cute and broken.
"Ahem." Vicky coughed lightly, reminding her members to be more professional.
I haven't seen the audience for a long time, but it seems that the audience is relatively strange, which is not very professional.
The actors quickly withdrew their gazes and stepped onto the stage.
Started their performance.
McGonagall glanced at it. It was a small opera troupe with only sixteen people. There were three musicians and opera actors, both men and women, young and old. They all looked a little yellow and thin, with vain feet. It seemed that being an artist was indeed not easy.
The opera is called "Miss Black Cat".
The troupe is called the Black Cat Opera Troupe, and the performance is called "Miss Black Cat". For a small opera troupe that has just started, it is quite clever.
If the opera becomes popular, then their opera company will also take off.
At the beginning of the performance, there was no soundtrack from a large band, and the atmosphere was slightly insufficient.
But what was beyond McGonagall's expectation was that the performance of this opera troupe was still a little good?
The appearance of yellow and thin faces did not hide their solid singing skills and acting skills, and their thick and melodious singing voices far exceeded the limits of this wasteland stage.
Miss Black Cat tells the story of a young lady from a big family. In order to break free from the shackles of the world, she kept fighting, and finally left the big family, gained freedom and new life, and finally reaped the story of love and career.
A very clichéd and simple story, but the performances of the opera actors are full of tension and can really arouse the emotions of the audience.
What surprised McGonagall most was the actor of Miss Black Cat-Vicky.
The petite captain has a shocking high pitch, and his control of the voice is amazing, and he has played several ranks with other actors.
He understood why Vicky was able to become the team leader. She was outstanding in strength, excellent acting skills, able to attack and accept, how ordinary people can play her...
The two little guys also watched with gusto. Although they were wrapped in a quilt and were still on fire, they were not sleepy at all.
"My father, what song does Miss Black Cat sing? Why don't you understand?" Amy asked curiously.
This time Vicky was singing a piece of low and sad music in a language that McGonagall had never heard.
McGonagall listened carefully for a while, and the system did not convert any effective text, but vaguely felt that the tone was a bit familiar.
"I don't know, it may be a dialect somewhere." McGonagall shook his head slightly.
Although speech is impassable, emotions can be conveyed through singing.
This Miss Black Cat opera, in the affectionate performance of Vicky and the actors, achieved an effect far exceeding McGonagall's expectations.
As far as the professionalism of Vicky is concerned, it even surpasses the starring role of several operas that McGonagall has seen in his previous life. It is definitely a professional opera actor.
But opera is still in its infancy in this world, how could such an outstanding opera director suddenly appear? Could this be the legendary genius? Or is it... a traverser like yourself?
McGonagall's curiosity was successfully suspended.
The performance is over.
McGonagall, Amy and Annie stood up and applauded, expressing their appreciation for the opera performance.
Annie wiped the corners of her eyes, and she could see that the little guy liked this story very much.
"Thank you."
Vicky led the actors to the curtain call, and they were in a very good mood from their faces.
Being able to win applause and appreciation from the audience is a great honor for an opera actor, and it is also their motivation for persistence.
"Can I draw this story down?" Annie turned and looked at McGonagall, making gestures with her hands.
"This requires consultation with Miss Black Cat. After all, this is her story." McGonagall smiled and looked at Vicky walking towards them, "I can help you ask her later."
Annie nodded [New Biqule.vip].
"The performance is very exciting, your singing is impressive and unforgettable." McGonagall looked at Vicky and smiled. It was not flattering, it was exactly how McGonagall felt after watching the performance.
"That's natural, this is the best opera performance on the Nolan Continent." Vicky held her chin slightly, like a proud little lion, her red eyes were arrogant, "You can hear this. Performing is your honor."
"Um..." McGonagall looked at her. Although the words were rough and not rough, it was still somewhat inappropriate for the few guests to say such things?
Vicky lowered her head, the red light in her eyes faded, and then looked up at McGonagall with a weird expression, her face changed slightly, and her expression waved embarrassedly: "Ah...this...sorry, she must have said something rude to you Huh? I...I...I mean, thank you for watching...Tickets...Tickets forget it..."
"Head, are these three here to listen to the opera?""This is the first time someone has sat down in half a month, right?""Great! Our Black Cat Opera Troupe has come to prominence and the chance to become famous!"As soon as Vicky walked in the door, the opera troupe's actors crowded around, acting quite excited.During this period of time they were met with unprecedented coldness, and their passion was about to be polished by the cold wind and loneliness outside."Okay, everyone get ready to perform on stage. Such opportunities are not available every day. If this performance is successful, maybe this guest will bring us new guests." Vicky's face is the same. Can't hide the excitement."Head, have you collected the tickets?" At this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded in the corner.The smiles on everyone's faces solidified, and they all looked at Vicky.Vicky's expression also stiffened, her expression was slightly embarrassed, her face flushed, and she shook her head and said, "Not yet...""Ugh"Everyone sighed suddenly.This kind of thing does not seem to have happened for the first time."Leader, we have had no income for half a month. If this continues, everyone will really starve to death..." a member of the team looked at Vicky helplessly and said."Gurulu~"I don't know whose stomach made a series of responding sounds.It was hard to hide the worry on everyone's face."Okay! Shut me up!" Vicky suddenly changed her momentum, her red eyes swept across the crowd, as if the king was examining her own people, she said solemnly: "A good opera actor never does it for food Worrying, as long as you can perform well and show your strength and status, no one can save the ticket money, unless he doesn't want to step out of this courtyard!"Everyone was silent for a while, and they began to prepare for the stage.McGonagall and the two little guys, sitting in the cold yard, have taken out a little quilt and wrapped them up.The little quilt came in handy after all, but I didn't expect this time not to sleep, but to keep out the cold.This outdoor opera with its own bench and quilt is the first time that Rao Yimag, an amateur, has participated.When the actors of the Black Cat Opera Company came out one after another, they were all taken aback when they saw the three people sitting on small chairs, wrapped in quilts, and burning in the middle.A bit weird, and a bit...cute?Especially the two little girls, one big and one little girl, wrapped in a little quilt, with a little head outstretched, they are exquisite and lovely, cute and cute, and they are so cute and broken."Ahem." Vicky coughed lightly, reminding her members to be more professional.I haven't seen the audience for a long time, but it seems that the audience is relatively strange, which is not very professional.The actors quickly withdrew their gazes and stepped onto the stage.Started their performance.McGonagall glanced at it. It was a small opera troupe with only sixteen people. There were three musicians and opera actors, both men and women, young and old. They all looked a little yellow and thin, with vain feet. It seemed that being an artist was indeed not easy.The opera is called "Miss Black Cat".The troupe is called the Black Cat Opera Troupe, and the performance is called "Miss Black Cat". For a small opera troupe that has just started, it is quite clever.If the opera becomes popular, then their opera company will also take off.At the beginning of the performance, there was no soundtrack from a large band, and the atmosphere was slightly insufficient.But what was beyond McGonagall's expectation was that the performance of this opera troupe was still a little good?The appearance of yellow and thin faces did not hide their solid singing skills and acting skills, and their thick and melodious singing voices far exceeded the limits of this wasteland stage.Miss Black Cat tells the story of a young lady from a big family. In order to break free from the shackles of the world, she kept fighting, and finally left the big family, gained freedom and new life, and finally reaped the story of love and career.A very clichd and simple story, but the performances of the opera actors are full of tension and can really arouse the emotions of the audience.What surprised McGonagall most was the actor of Miss Black Cat-Vicky.The petite captain has a shocking high pitch, and his control of the voice is amazing, and he has played several ranks with other actors.He understood why Vicky was able to become the team leader. She was outstanding in strength, excellent acting skills, able to attack and accept, how ordinary people can play her...The two little guys also watched with gusto. Although they were wrapped in a quilt and were still on fire, they were not sleepy at all."My father, what song does Miss Black Cat sing? Why don't you understand?" Amy asked curiously.This time Vicky was singing a piece of low and sad music in a language that McGonagall had never heard.McGonagall listened carefully for a while, and the system did not convert any effective text, but vaguely felt that the tone was a bit familiar."I don't know, it may be a dialect somewhere." McGonagall shook his head slightly.Although speech is impassable, emotions can be conveyed through singing.This Miss Black Cat opera, in the affectionate performance of Vicky and the actors, achieved an effect far exceeding McGonagall's expectations.As far as the professionalism of Vicky is concerned, it even surpasses the starring role of several operas that McGonagall has seen in his previous life. It is definitely a professional opera actor.But opera is still in its infancy in this world, how could such an outstanding opera director suddenly appear? Could this be the legendary genius? Or is it... a traverser like yourself?McGonagall's curiosity was successfully suspended.The performance is over.McGonagall, Amy and Annie stood up and applauded, expressing their appreciation for the opera performance.Annie wiped the corners of her eyes, and she could see that the little guy liked this story very much."Thank you."Vicky led the actors to the curtain call, and they were in a very good mood from their faces.Being able to win applause and appreciation from the audience is a great honor for an opera actor, and it is also their motivation for persistence."Can I draw this story down?" Annie turned and looked at McGonagall, making gestures with her hands."This requires consultation with Miss Black Cat. After all, this is her story." McGonagall smiled and looked at Vicky walking towards them, "I can help you ask her later."Annie nodded New Biqule.vip."The performance is very exciting, your singing is impressive and unforgettable." McGonagall looked at Vicky and smiled. It was not flattering, it was exactly how McGonagall felt after watching the performance."That's natural, this is the best opera performance on the Nolan Continent." Vicky held her chin slightly, like a proud little lion, her red eyes were arrogant, "You can hear this. Performing is your honor.""Um..." McGonagall looked at her. Although the words were rough and not rough, it was still somewhat inappropriate for the few guests to say such things?Vicky lowered her head, the red light in her eyes faded, and then looked up at McGonagall with a weird expression, her face changed slightly, and her expression waved embarrassedly: "Ah...this...sorry, she must have said something rude to you Huh? I...I...I mean, thank you for watching...Tickets...Tickets forget it..."
