Personality V: I will save everything

It was another perfect performance. Valletta and Natasha both bowed to thank the audience and then slowly walked backstage.

This was something they often repeated - finishing the performance, then going backstage to change clothes, and then doing their own things, such as going shopping, or returning to the manor to play with Stellan and Inara.

But today there was a small accident.

"I think we've already told you that we don't accept interviews."

Natasha said as she changed out of her ballet clothes.

"I know……"

The theater manager was also in a difficult situation. He had no way of using his status to order Natasha and Valletta to meet the family because they were on tour, running back and forth between various theaters. If they were displeased, they could leave at any time.

"But they are from a big family!"

The manager wiped the sweat from his forehead and said hurriedly, "Moreover, they have made it clear that if I cannot interview you, it will be my dereliction of duty and I may lose my job."

"Oh?"

Natasha raised her eyebrows, a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes.

"Then do you think that our mood is more important than your work?"

There was obvious dissatisfaction in her voice, which made the manager's face turn pale instantly.

"Of course not...it's just..."

The manager stammered and tried to explain, but Natasha interrupted him.

"There's nothing to say. We won't be giving interviews, that's all."

After that, she ignored the manager and walked into the locker room.

Violetta looked at Natasha's departing back and shook her head helplessly.

"It seems we have to find a way to solve this problem, otherwise we will encounter similar troubles in the future."

she said to herself.

Just then, a figure suddenly appeared at the door.

"Excuse me, is this Miss Natasha's dressing room?"

The visitor asked politely.

Violetta raised her head and looked at the well-dressed and elegant man in front of her, and a trace of doubt arose in her heart.

"Yes, are you?"

she asked curiously.

The man smiled and introduced himself: "My name is Donald Meier, and I'm a journalist. I heard that you rejected interview requests from other media, so I came to visit you specially."

Valletta frowned and looked at the other person warily.

"How did you know we were here? And why did you come looking for us?"

Danard Meier smiled and explained, "I am very interested in your performance and hope to get some exclusive interview opportunities. As for how I found this place, haha, that is my professional secret."

Natasha was silent for a moment, but finally decided to listen to the other party's intentions.

"Well, in that case, please take a seat. However, I need to remind you that our time is limited."

She pointed to the chair next to her and motioned for him to sit down.

When Nader Meier nodded, he walked to the chair and sat down, then took out a notebook and a pen from his briefcase.

"First of all, I want to ask, why did you choose to become a ballet dancer?"

His question was direct and pointed, causing Violetta to be slightly startled.

"Um……"

Violetta thought for a while before slowly answering, "Because we love dance, it is a part of our lives."

"So, how do you feel about this tour?"

When Nader Meier continued to ask.

A faint smile appeared on Valletta's face.

“Each performance is a unique experience, and we are excited to share our art with audiences everywhere.”

"very good."

When Nader Meier nodded, he suddenly changed the subject and said, "As far as I know, you have encountered some unfortunate events. How do you feel about this?"

Violetta's eyes dimmed immediately. She took a deep breath and answered calmly, "That's all in the past. We don't want to recall it anymore."

"Sorry, maybe I asked too directly."

Danard Meier apologized: "But as a reporter, I must pursue the truth. If you are willing, you can tell me more about your story. I believe readers will be very interested."

Violetta hesitated, then finally shook her head.

"Thank you for your concern, but there are some things we don't want to make public."

Danard Meier nodded in understanding, showing that he respected Violetta's decision.

"Okay, one last question then. What plans or expectations do you have for the future?"

Natasha smiled slightly, with a determined light in her eyes.

“We will continue to work hard to improve our dancing skills and bring more wonderful performances to the audience.”

When Nader Meier nodded, he closed his notebook and stood up.

“Thank you for taking the time to be interviewed by me. I look forward to your next performance.”

Violetta nodded and watched Donald Meier leave the room.

"What a strange guy."

Natasha said: "But at least he is much more polite than other reporters."

Valletta and Natasha turned and walked into the dressing room, ready to change into casual clothes and go home.

But when Nad Meier turned back and asked Natasha, "Miss Natasha, excuse me, I have one last question. Is your name really Natasha Hayward?"

What kind of stupid question is this?

Natasha thought silently in her heart, wouldn't it be possible to know this kind of thing just by looking at the cast list?

That's right, although Natasha has changed back to her father Miles's last name, that is, to Donald's last name, but because this last name may cause some unnecessary trouble, Natasha is still called Natasha Hayward on the cast list, not Natasha Donald.

"Yes, my name is indeed Natasha Hayward. You can tell that by just looking at the cast list, right?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry." Danard Meier scratched his hair and said, "This last name is quite rare, so I just asked a little more."

Natasha felt confused and slammed the door of her locker room, ignoring the reporter.

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After asking the questions, the reporter left the backstage of the theater.

Of course, if he were a real reporter, he might go to the next news location, but unfortunately he is not a reporter.

On the contrary, even the name he just reported was fake.

Donald Meier? It's just Myles Donald pronounced backwards.

It's a pity that Miss Natasha seemed to have been separated from her father for too long that she didn't even notice such a little trick.

The "reporter" took out the photos he had just taken backstage.

He took out a photo of Natasha's face and showed a smug smile on his face: "Myers, Myers, I didn't expect that you left the Donald family and brought us such a big surprise."

"You brought back a foreign woman from there and broke up with your family just to marry her. You were such a fool. But, that foreign woman gave birth to a good daughter."

"Natasha Hayward? Do you think it'll be okay if you don't change back to your original last name?"

The Donald family would not be so stupid. Even though they were just dealing with a foreign woman, it was impossible that they didn't even know the name of the subordinate they assigned to do the job.

This kind of thing can be figured out with a little bit of thinking. You have the same last name as Eugene Hayward back then, and you have an oriental face. Anyone with a little bit of brains can guess where you are from, right? Miss Natasha.

I really didn't expect that the foreign woman at that time actually concealed the fact that she was pregnant, but in fact I have to thank her for concealing it.

After all...if the child was aborted, she would not be able to grow up and would not be able to be with God's adopted son.

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"I'm definitely out of my mind." Jake muttered to himself as he looked at himself in the mirror.

This is really Qiu Ke’s truest thought about his behavior just now.

Didn't Joke want to test his unicycle ability before? Of course, he crashed into the wall.

I don’t know what’s up with Qiu Ke lately. He actually wants to try the oil paint he used to paint on his face. Can he still paint it well?

So he tried it in front of the mirror.

"What is this you drew?"

It's rare that Mike feels disgusted with Joke, but it's really not Mike's fault. What kind of clown makeup is Joke wearing? He doesn't look like a clown at all.

Originally, Joke wanted to draw a smiling clown face, but for some reason, it turned out to look like a weird crying face.

"Hmm...this makeup seems a bit strange." Qiu Ke looked at himself in the mirror with some confusion.

He tried to erase some parts and repaint, but the painting got worse and worse, and finally his whole face became a colorful mess.

"Ouch!" Jake scratched his head in frustration, "Why can't I even put on clown makeup properly?"

"Maybe it's because I haven't painted in a long time." Mike comforted.

Qiu Ke sighed helplessly: "Alas, it seems that my skills have become a lot less rusty. But it doesn't matter, I should be able to recover after practicing a few more times."

He decided to try again, this time he would recall the previous drawing method more carefully and take it step by step. After some effort, he finally drew a smiling face that he was quite satisfied with.

"Haha, you look much better!" Joke laughed happily, with a hint of relief and relaxation in his laughter.

"Well, I understand the reason, Joke, but why did you draw a smiling face?" Looking at the red face in the mirror, Mike frowned and asked in confusion. He knew that Joke used to be a crying clown, but now he has become a smiling clown, which makes him confused.

Joke was suddenly stunned, he stared at himself in the mirror with a look of astonishment on his face. He seemed to have forgotten that he was once the sad crying clown, and instead painted himself into a smiling image.

"Ah!" After Mike said that, Jack realized, yes, he was a crying clown back then, not a smiling clown, so why did he put on a smiling face makeup?

He couldn't help but fall into deep thought. Whenever he sat in front of the mirror and put on clown makeup, his mind would recall those painful experiences in the past.

He would recall those painful memories - the days when he was laughed at, insulted, and abandoned by the whole world. At that time, he always cried when facing all this, and tears were his only way of expression.

But now, as he sat in front of the mirror and prepared to put on makeup, his mind was filled with his wedding with Natasha and the happy times after Stellan and Inara were born. So he involuntarily changed the makeup that was originally intended to be a crying face into a smiling one.

"And your makeup is really ugly." Mike said bluntly. He carefully examined Jack's makeup and found that the two sides were not completely symmetrical and looked a little weird.

"Maybe I'm no longer suitable to play the 'Joker'......" Jack slowly put down the makeup brush in his hand, with an indescribable emotion in his heart.

He is no longer the clown he used to be. Now he has a wife, children and a complete and happy family.

He is no longer that lonely "clown".

"I should probably wash this stupid makeup off."

"That's absolutely true."

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Jack kept slapping his cheeks with clean water. He wanted to wash off the stupid makeup on his face.

However, at this moment, Inara appeared out of nowhere.

"Dad, what are you and Uncle Mike doing?" Inara asked curiously with her eyes wide open.

Hearing his daughter's call, Jake turned his head subconsciously. At this time, there was still a mixture of water and paint on his face, which looked very funny.

"Well..." Mike thought for a moment, then replied, "Inara's father wants to paint on his face, but his skills are not very good, and the painting is not good-looking." After saying that, he winked at Jack mischievously.

"Oh, is that so? Then let me help daddy draw." Inara said excitedly, her little hands eagerly grabbing the paintbrush.

Things had come to this, what else could Qiu Ke do? He could only wipe his face clean and reach out, ready to be slaughtered.

Inara gently picked up the paintbrush and carefully painted the pattern she wanted on Joke's face. Each stroke was filled with the innocence and seriousness of a child.

Inara didn't draw a huge pattern, she just drew a small star under Joke's left eye. Although the star was simple, it was full of innocence and warmth.

"Because Daddy is like the stars that appear every night, always by Inara's side."