man, he looks ugly

Kristin was pretty upset that I wasn't going to be on stage, and she kept frowning as I laced her waist.

"Don't make a bitter face, Christine, you are the lead dancer, don't let the Grand Duke and Madam feel that the future star of our theater has been treated unfairly."

"Meg, it's always dreadful when I'm all alone on the stage when you're not with me."

"Christine, don't think too much, I will support you backstage, so you have to dance to the best, don't let other girls overshadow you, understand?" I pulled her over and touched her face, pushing her to the front of the stage.

After the performance of "The Magic Flute", the dressing area on the ground floor of the theater was eerily quiet.

I walked slowly in the silent corridor, the butterfly oil lamp on the wall gave off a faint brilliance in the dark, and the ballet shoes under my feet stepped on the cold stone floor. It didn’t feel very comfortable, but as a ballerina Actors have long been used to the discomfort from their feet.

I have to say that when a person is bored, it is easy to do stupid things. I ran and danced all the way in ballet shoes and came to the back door.

After night fell, the alley at the back entrance of the theater became a bit gloomy. The dim yellow kerosene lamps that had never been cleaned cast a dim light on the walls, but because it was not far from the stables, Christine and I loved it the most. A big white horse named 'Caesar' is here, and I decided to go play with it.

After I got outside, I subconsciously prepared to take off my dancing shoes, but the moment I took off my dancing shoes, I heard a rush of horseshoes.

"Is anyone there?" growled a gruff voice, sounding like a driver.

"I'm here." A thin voice answered.

"Mr. Lute?" The coachman seemed to have seen the identity of the respondent, and his tone was somewhat respectful.

"Yes, I am waiting here at the master's order."

"This cart is full of things, and a batch will be delivered tomorrow. Do you need me to help you move in?"

This conversation was a bit weird, but I didn't think too much about it. Just as I was about to take off my dancing shoes, a word from the coachman caught my attention.

"According to me, sir, you should hire more people. These boxes are very heavy, and there is still a rattling sound inside. Could it be a machine or something?"

"It's just a magician's prop. Hey, be careful, these are very expensive." Lute replied nervously.

I haven't heard that the theater recently purchased new props. Even if new props are delivered, they should be signed by the theater's logistics secretary. How can Lute, a new luthier, be used?

Just when I was puzzled, Lute and the coachman were already carrying things towards the back door, and I subconsciously hid.

Lute and the coachman carried the heavy boxes and gradually walked to the least frequently used storage room on the bottom floor of the theater.

Then came the cabinet and the low table. The pure gold decoration on it was obviously beyond the budget of Lute, a luthier.

It was getting weirder and weirder, and if Lute hadn't been so sneaky, it would have looked as if princes and nobles were about to settle in the theatre.

Before I was discovered, I hurried towards the dormitory area. The soft ballet shoes made the footsteps inaudible.

There are already too many secrets belonging to this theater, and I am almost used to this kind of life.

When it was time to go to the dance, I became a catfish in the mud, tail flicked and tossed, and I just refused to get up and try on clothes.

"Meg, what do you think of me wearing these gloves with the dress?"

"It's pretty." My head was in a mess, so I was a little casual about Christine's question, "Christine, do you really think... can we meet our future lover when we go to the ball? Those rich people Boys and boys, I will only fall in love with your youth and beauty, but not your soul."

"Meg, I thought you would always be pure and cheerful, like a little angel. I didn't expect that you would have such worries in your heart." Christine came to the bed, squeezed my hand, and stroked my hair. Silk.Her finger has always made me a little envious. It is slender and slender, and with long nails, it seems to be carved from ivory.

"Aren't you worried?" I squeezed her hand and asked with some worry.

"When I was a child, before I came to the theater, my father and I were touring around the peninsula of Brittany. My father played the violin and I was singing. We went from various pilgrimage celebrations, village festivals, singing to dances, Once, I met a little boy who helped me pick up the cloak that was blown into the sea by the wind. Later I found out that he was the son of a noble family, but he never complained, and sat with me on the side of the road Listening to my father's story, that was the best summer time in my memory..."

"Christine, there is no class concept among children, but it doesn't mean that there will be no class concept after adulthood..." I couldn't help interrupting this girl who was caught in the sweet memory of her childhood.

"Meg, don't be so pessimistic. Even if you go to the ball to have a good time, it's not a disadvantage, right? We can dance the whole night, isn't your favorite dance?" Christine lifted me from the bed pull up.

Well, Christine really knew where my weakness was. She took my hand, and we spun around the room hand in hand without any ladylike image, laughing with our heads raised.

Mrs. Geary entrusted me and Christine to Mrs. Olan who attended the ball. She is a pillar of the theater and a friend of Mrs. Geary.

Paris at midnight perfectly interprets what it means to be a paper fan and a golden drunk.In the magnificent hall filled with bare buttocks, there are dazzling skirts, feathers floating on hats, breasts exposed to the right amount, small folding fans between fingers, and gold and silver jewelry hanging from ears.

Servants in pure black old-fashioned suits walked skillfully among the crowd, holding silver trays filled with slender crystal glasses of champagne in their hands, and countless delicate foods were placed on the long table, but it was just where they were placed, gentleman Ladies will not use it to satisfy their hunger.

Girls who have just entered the social circle shyly follow behind their mothers or female elders, and get acquainted with young, rich, or noble men. The married women either sit together and chat about the latest gossip, or hide behind slowly swinging folding fans and peep at all the women present, as if they are waiting for other women to misbehave a little bit, and then they will be ready. Make up the latest gossip.

Mrs. Olan quickly introduced no less than five or six men to Christine and me, from viscounts to earls, from army majors to government officials, and she performed the tasks assigned to her by Mrs. Geary with overwhelming enthusiasm.

And Christine's pretty face and my charming baby face did attract quite a few young men to strike up a conversation.However, after Mrs. Olan led us to deal with it with a smile like a flower, she told us all the gossip and rumors about the man just now. She even told us clearly how many noble ladies the man had hooked up with and how many mistresses he had.

Yes, Parisians are such hypocrisy.

When they meet, they always compliment each other on their beauty and brilliance, but in their minds they want to give each other the deepest evaluation.

"Oh, Mrs. Olan, look at what two lovely little angels are following you." A woman in a rose-patterned purple dress with an exotic accent walked towards Mrs. Olan.

Mrs. Olan immediately put on a warm smile, but the corners of her mouth trembled slightly, telling us that this woman was the Countess Perry who held the ball.

When Countess Perry approached, Christine and I hurriedly saluted.

It was clearly summer, but this Mrs. Perry was still wearing a fur-trimmed shawl, a fake mole stuck to her white powdered face, and brown-red wigs stacked on her head, trying her best to overwhelm the women present.But... It can be seen that everyone does not buy it. Along the way she walked, there were already no less than three women who did not hide the contempt in their eyes.

Mrs. Olan introduced Mrs. Perry after a face-to-face ceremony.

"Madame, this is the daughter and adopted daughter of my dearest friend, Meg Geary, and Christindale, who are currently studying ballet at the Théâtre de Paris."

Mrs. Perry looked at me and Christine admiringly, and reached out to touch Christine's hand. "When you say that, I have the impression that when the Archduke and his wife of Austria visited you not long ago, they also received a ballet dancer..."

"It's Christine."

Mrs. Perry immediately gave an exclamation of admiration.

Christine smiled and responded with modest words.

I silently lowered my head and rubbed my toes on the carpet unconsciously.

At this moment, Mrs. Perry's husband, the Earl of Perry, also came towards us.

"Mrs. Olan." He smiled and kissed his hands.

After Mrs. Olan had introduced me and Christine to him, he then greeted Christine and me.

But when he was walking towards us, my mind was rumbling, and a crazy voice in my heart shouted, murderer!murderer!murderer!

He is the vicious man who killed Al Bing.

When I used 'Embalm', I saw him in Albin's dream, even though ten years later, he has changed a lot, but I will never remember those dark eyes as deep as poisonous snakes.

So when Earl Perry looked at me, my body took a step back completely uncontrollably, and I could only cover it up with hurried curtsy.

After Mrs. Olan introduced us to him.

Earl Perry looked at Christine and me with great interest, with a hypocritical smile on his lips.

"When I went to England, I was invited to go to the Royal Opera House, but I said that if I listen to the opera, I only need to ask Mrs. Olan to sing a piece of 'Aria of the Queen of the Night' to die. What could be better than Opera and Ballet Garnier?"

Everyone present had to chuckle at his compliment.

But I don't even need to look in the mirror to know how ugly my face is at the moment.

"From what you say, it seems you haven't been to the opera for nearly ten years," complained Mrs. Perry in a low voice.

"If I knew that the actors in the ballet troupe were so brilliant, I would definitely regret my decision." Perry continued to compliment without hesitation.

I couldn't listen to any words of this glib man, I just lowered my face to refuse any expression.

Mrs. Olan sensed something sensitively, and said with a smile, "If we have a whole night to talk, my throat will suffer, Meg, could you please bring me a glass of champagne?"

I was eager to leave this place, so I quickly agreed and left.

The author has something to say: 'Aria of the Queen of the Night': also known as "The Flame of Vengeance Burns in My Heart", it is a classic song in Mozart's opera "The Magic Flute".

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