[Phantom of the Opera] Ragdoll

Weakness in her mid-treble articulation.The most important thing is—" A pause, "She is very beautiful, and the audience is always soft-hearted towards beautiful girls. "He said meaningfully.

Lottie was also slightly sullen at the moment, and she could sense that Eric didn't share her point of view.It is true that she likes Hai Tingna's aura of singing and bravery of self-recommendation, but she is also responsible for the revenue of the opera house.Why take an unnecessary risk?Hai Tingna's stage, you can find opportunities for her to try in the future, and it will be good for her step by step.Skip Diana, the core of the performance, and consider the internal harmony of the theater apprentice... Why does this man always get involved in the important issue of singing and beauty?Still weird?

Lottie took a deep breath, and was able to calm down when she spoke again:

"Eric, I don't understand why you're still obsessed with this issue. Yes, I admit that beauty is important. If you want to get the approval of Paris on the first show, unless you have a convincing singing voice, let People ignore the appearance of singing that directly hits the soul, otherwise the next day’s newspapers will definitely discuss the failure of the opera house’s casting! Besides, opera is a comprehensive art. Not only singing, but performance should also be included. Appearance It itself restricts some performances, just like the audience will not be happy to imagine Juliet's innocence in front of a fat woman. I think there is nothing wrong with choosing Diana. It is true that her score is higher than that of Haitina. I don't Hope you're obstructing my work, calm down, Eric."

Eric found the wrong point again, and he asked in a strange tone:

"As long as the singing directly hits the heart, will you ignore the appearance?"

Lottie felt a headache and replied weakly: "The key point is the audience's opinion."

"As long as the singing directly hits the heart, will you ignore the appearance?" Eric asked persistently.

"...Probably." Lottie answered him helplessly, "I believe that there are truly otherworldly singing voices in the world, but I don't believe that I can see them. Haitina obviously doesn't meet this requirement. Having said that, I still feel that…”

"Miss Butler." Eric interrupted her again. He was a little excited, a little eager, and a little uneasy, "You can hear it, I guarantee you can hear it! ——Singing beyond the soul."

"Let me prove it to you, Lottie."

He called her name just like that, and before she could hesitate, he began to sing.

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"What's your name?" Little Lottie raised her head from the arms of the devil's son with tears all over her face. She tugged at his clothes and asked.

This stumped the devil's son.Although he had parents and lived under the hands of the gypsies, everyone, everyone treated him as a monster, and no one ever thought of asking his name.The Devil's Son, even he himself is used to being called this.

"...I don't have a name." The stubborn boy turned his face away.

Little Lottie was extremely surprised, deep sympathy emerged from her dark eyes.This feeling stabbed the devil's son, but the young little girl didn't know it.On the contrary, in Little Lottie's understanding, everyone should have a name.

There was a problem to be solved, and little Lottie's eyes fell on the doll in her arms, she suddenly became happy, she thought of a solution!So the little girl couldn't wait to say to the devil's son:

"If you don't have a name, I can pick one up for you!"

The devil's son was stunned, and he looked at the little girl as if he couldn't understand.

But little Lottie became more confident as she spoke: "Really, let me get one for you!" She clapped her hands and became happy, "I have named my dolls before, so I have experience! I have so many cloth dolls. The dolls are all bought by my father, he bought me a street of dolls, because I really like dolls...Really, let me give you a name!"

The Devil's Son struggled to listen to what this little girl who spoke too fast was saying, and his English was barely passable.But before he could finish listening, his body froze completely.name?Can he have a name?Will the Devil's Son have a name?

He almost nodded his head.

Then the question returned to little Lottie. The little girl immediately put her chin on her hands and began to think hard.what name should I choose?Well, that's easier said than done!She doesn't have a male doll.Besides, how easy it is to name the doll, just like the red dress doll in her arms, her favorite one, she used her own name, Little Lottie.There is also LB embroidery on the red skirt!It was a present from her dad for her fourth birthday.

...What name should I choose?

And the devil's son has been uneasy for a long time, such a novel feeling.Of course he could refuse this little girl, but how could anyone seriously want to think of a name for him?Isn't it even weirder to name yourself?He stared nervously at little Lottie, fearing that his name would be lost, so he simply looked down at her doll.

The little girl must be very loved by the family. Although he has never seen any dolls, this one looks like a high-end product.Of course, the devil's son would not know that this was custom-made by Captain Butler for his daughter.At this moment, he felt envious of this little girl, and felt that such a beautiful little angel was worth everything.That doll is really beautiful.

And little Lottie didn't have time to pay attention to Eric's mental activities, she was still thinking and thinking!It's so hard to pick a name!Huh...you can find the name from the book, right?But she doesn't know many words yet!

Little Lottie, who was racking her brains, suddenly had a flash of inspiration. When she went to church for the last time, what was a very short syllable called by the pastor?Dad has already started to teach her short syllable words, which seem very simple, and she is very impressed.What is what is what!Why can't she remember it! ——Wait, I remembered!

"How about just Eric?"

Eric, Eric.From the Bible, meaning "no".Interpreted in Swedish as lonely and powerful ruler.

——Of course little Lottie didn't know these things. Right now, she was staring at the Devil's Son waiting for his nod.

"Eric?" The devil son tried to say it again, feeling extremely novel.

"Eric." The little girl also nodded, and spelled seriously, "Eric. That's how it is spelled, remember?" Her eyes sparkled, "Do you like this name?"

Devil's Son - Eric looked at the little girl's expectant eyes and nodded.He kind of wanted to laugh, but also kind of wanted to cry.He solemnly said:

"Starting today, my name will be Eric."

underground palace

It was the singing of angels.

The singing came through the wall and surrounded her.Deep and beautiful, extremely gentle, breathtaking.Lottie Butler had never heard such a beautiful singing voice.The singing often combines the highest and lowest notes seamlessly; the range is wide, the timbre is majestic, high-pitched and tactful, passion is delicate, and delicate is passionate, which is irresistible.There was such a rich passion in that marvelous song that Lottie was so enraptured that her will was forgotten and her reason was utterly emptied.The singing seemed to be leading her somewhere, Lottie got up and followed the singing, involuntarily...

Now she was standing in front of the full-length mirror. The small suite next to the office was used for changing clothes and resting, so a large full-length mirror was placed, and no one thought it was wrong before.Lottie was intoxicated by the man's singing, and she put her soft fingers on the cold mirror surface... The next second, the sky spun, and the cool wind woke her up.Lottie Butler found herself standing in a dimly lit corridor, a tall man holding her hand.

"Eric?" she asked tentatively, a little unsure.The cold wind made her more awake. Although she had long guessed that ghosts actually live underground, and there must be many secret passages underground, she still couldn't help being surprised when she saw them.

The man in front of him was tall and tall, wearing a pure black silk dress and a cloak of the same color embellished with ancient jade.The right half of his face was covered by a white mask, only showing the handsome left half of his face like a god.His hair was black like hers, but his eyes were faint green.For some reason, this man struck Lottie as very familiar.

"It's me." He said, hiding his nervousness well. He bent down, took the woman's hand and kissed it, "Would you like to visit my underground palace, miss?"

Lottie raised her eyebrows, and the adventurous nature inherited from her father was reflected at this moment: "I'm so happy, Mr. Ghost."

Miss Lacrosse had already been informed about the rehearsal of the play before, and the Opera House has its own operating system, so it is not a big deal for Lottie to disappear for a few hours.It is enough to go back before the evening performance, and the eccentric Mr. Ghost is not always in a good mood, not to mention that she is indeed curious about the secrets of the underground.

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Eric led her by the hand as he walked down the tunnel, holding a torch in the other.He didn't seem to be malicious, but unconsciously revealed a kind of pampering and pampering towards the child.Numerous golden candlesticks rotated and grew out of the wall, and the candles were lit forward, and large pieces of dark golden light intersected together, dim and brilliant.Eric was singing loudly.

His singing voice is very high-pitched and bright, like light illuminating the ground.He sang like a real