man, he looks ugly

What does losing that sweet voice mean to a kid growing up in the theater?

Or, what does it mean to be in a theater ballet?

I can't describe the feeling clearly, but it's like a girl in a cheap linen skirt with patches covering up embarrassingly in the crowd. Maybe no one is looking at you, and that sensitive mood will always make you feel that you are different from yourself. different.Especially when other people are singing, I can only open my mouth to match the mouth shape.

I can only try to do ballet training again and again, so that every movement and every posture of myself flows smoothly, as if that is the only way to get salvation.

Just like an actor with a unique and beautiful voice but without a good skin, he can only be the lead actor's foil in his life.Dancing well in ballet does not bring me any worldly appreciation or benefits. From the age of ten to 16, my salary has always been the lowest in the ballet company. Ten francs rose to twenty-six francs.

At this time, Christine has become the most dazzling young actress in the ballet choir, and her monthly salary is twice as much as mine.

Fortunately, my life is not poor compared to other girls. Mrs. Geary's salary and the huge sum of money gifted by Eric ten years ago are enough for me and Christine to live a prosperous life.

Mrs. Geary did not disrupt her life plan because of this huge sum of money. She was determined to accumulate them as the growth expenses and dowry of Christine and me. She never had other ambitions, and this era cannot give a widow any ambitions. .

No matter what, the day when I pay my salary every month is still my happiest day, especially today in June, I walk through the corridors of the theater and run to the back door of the theater, where there will be a surprise every year wait for me.

The groom handed me the tightly-wrapped red cowhide box, which was tied with a beautiful ribbon, so delicate that the groom didn't dare to touch it with his muddy hands, so he just used the not-so-clean handkerchief as a pad between his palms.

"Thank you, Charlie." I put a five-centim coin in his palm, and then, holding my birthday present, I rushed towards the dormitory ecstatically.

Because we were too excited, when Christine opened the door and came out, we bumped into each other, hugged the things in our arms in panic, and then smiled at each other.

"Hey, it's your admirer again." Christine joked with a funny smile, "Year after year, so sweet."

I couldn't help chuckling, and pulled Christine to open the leather case together.

The box was padded with thick velvet to protect the violin lying inside.

This is really a beautiful violin. The most beautiful parts of maple, spruce and ebony are selected to form this slender and smooth arc, and the charming sharp corners are slightly raised in the middle part, and there are two sound holes like sea ripples. Surrounded by strings.

"Can't you tell me which master it is from?" Christine gently hugged my shoulders, her eyelashes trembling slightly with a smile, and her bright eyes made her show a gentle but gentle envy. Not pretentious.

"Not a master, but a genius, a unique genius, such a spiritual handwriting, must be the spiritual hand bestowed by God." I touched its strings lightly, plucked it a few times, and the full and melodious sound arc spread out.

"Play a song?"

"Perhaps it should wait for its master to hear the first song."

I put the violin into the violin case, and put the cowhide case into the cabinet. There are already five violin cases on display inside, each of which has a violin in it. As I grow up, the size gradually increases. Take them out when you have to wipe them.

Christine blinked in disappointment, took out her salary from her skirt, and waved it in front of me, with the pride unique to a girl, "Meg, your new skirt, new dancing shoes, and new headband are here, perhaps It's time for you to flatter me."

"Princess supreme, how can I not be indulging in your occasional kindness?" I hurriedly bowed exaggeratedly, as if holding a gentleman's hat in my hand.

"Hurry up and change clothes, let's go to the street." Christine was already wearing a floral dress with wicker and green ruffles. A row of hairpins were gathered behind her head, interspersed with rose-colored ribbons, and her rose-red face made her look bright and charming. She had the best everything a girl could have.

She excitedly opened the closet to choose clothes for me, "Wear that apple-blossom dress, I'll pick out the ribbon for you, oh, you have to help me reduce the waist by an inch, I'm always worried that I'll tear the skirt. "

"Hey, Christine, your waist is already thinner than a swan's neck. If you faint, how can I bring you back?" I jokingly stroked her slender waist. .

"I envy you, Meg, that you don't gird yourself so often, and still have a slender waist."

I smiled helplessly. For the so-called "deformed beauty", women in this era squeeze their waists crazily, as if losing an inch can improve their status.However, this kind of madness often leads to internal damage or even death. Fortunately, both Christine and I inherited the thin gene from our mother, plus long-term ballet practice, we have waists that make other girls in the theater jealous size.

The coachman of the theater sometimes earns a little extra money, driving the horses and sending the girls of the theater out shopping.

Christine and I got into the carriage and headed to the clothes store we used to go hand in hand.

Located on the banks of the Seine, Madame Jean-Fert's fashion store is a famous clothing store in Paris. The tall floor-to-ceiling mirrors in the store attract young ladies who are addicted to it. They keep turning and spinning, and the folding fans in their hands are opening and closing, and the charming autumn waves are spreading. out.

Christine loves the hand-embroidered lace in the store so much that some extraordinarily delicate laces are stored in boxes, and are only sewn on skirts when they perform in new plays.

"Meg, would you like this hat?" Christine handed me a crimson lambskin hat with dark green goose feathers on it.

"I thought the goose feather hat was out of fashion this season, put it down." I pressed it against Christine's ear and said softly.

"A rosette wristlet, it's so dainty, it just matches the color of your dress."

"Christine, have you seen that girl? She has been staring at me for a quarter of an hour, like a lioness staring at her prey." I pinched the wristband Christine handed me in my palm nervously .

In fact, the girl's clothes were all exquisitely ironed from head to toe, all from the hands of famous masters. A high-quality ruby ​​the size of a pigeon egg was inlaid in gold and hung down on her breast. Even the folding fan in her hand The fan bones are all carved from ivory, followed by two maids.

She is different from most of the women in this store, or to put it bluntly, it is unreasonable for her to come to a clothing store to buy clothes by herself because she comes from a noble family. On the recliner, waiting for the tailor to tailor the clothes.

And I don't even remember how I provoked her.

The moment Christine looked up, the girl in the purple dress finally couldn't hold back and walked towards Christine and me with her servant.

In view of etiquette, Christine and I nodded slightly as a sign of politeness.

The girl in the purple dress raised her chin proudly, looked at Christine and me with unfriendly eyes, and finally fixed her eyes on me.

"I don't know your name, but I know your identity, please don't pester Earl Shani any more."

Miss, you don't even know my name, so you came here to teach me a lesson, I was a little dumbfounded, it seems like it's still a love bond?Because of my voice problem, I don't want to take the initiative to speak in front of outsiders.

Christine understood the reason very well, she defended in a low voice, "Miss, have you misunderstood something, we don't know Earl Shani."

But the other party obviously regarded my silence as perfunctory, and became more and more angry, "Who gave you your ambition? A member of a ballet troupe dares to try to cling to the Shani family. Didn't your theater education tell you how to stay humble?"

Christine had already been frightened by the strong smell of vinegar on the face of the other party, but she still opened her mouth to defend me, "Miss, I think you have misunderstood something, Meg has never, never..."

"Miss, you can ask your personal maid to say these words without having to do it yourself." I deliberately thickened my voice, making it even more ugly than an old woman.

Sure enough, this noble lady was frightened by my voice, screamed immediately, and when she turned to run away, she bumped into the box where the wristband was placed, and her cumbersome skirt made her hang on the foot of the protruding square table, alive and well. Stumbling, this is like a disaster in a dense clothing store. She brought down another noble lady, and her two slender white arms waved and pulled in the air, but brought down more customers. The maid hurriedly went to help, But hindered by the crinolines and corsets...

The entire clothing store was in chaos, with screams and coquettish cries, and even the ladies who hadn't been implicated together were stunned by what they saw.

But I could only drag Christine, barely squeezed a way out of the wide and cumbersome skirt and panniers, and rushed out of Madam Jenfer's fashion store.

I have to say that the tight corset made us almost faint at the door of the store, but luckily Charlie just drove the carriage over.

After Christine and I looked at each other and smiled in the carriage, Qiqi slumped on the seat, pressed his chest, and tried to breathe deeply. The only luck is that we don't have a habit of spraying strong perfume. The air in the carriage Fairly refreshing.

I look at their gorgeous dresses,

Girls' skirts are pinned with all kinds of flowers,

Laughter is as sweet as a bell,

The incense fan swayed like the wind.

But I just want to take off the shawl,

Dancing to the sound of bagpipes by the campfire,

Lucian, Lucian,

Remember our French dance? (Freya)

The author has something to say: (⊙v⊙), from here on is the plot of Meg growing up~