The red-lipped girl clasped her hands, propped her chin, and looked forward to it: "There must be some misunderstanding between him and Mrs. Margaret. I really hope they can resolve the misunderstanding quickly, and let you, a hypocritical woman who tried to meddle, die of shame." .”
Me: "..." I don't know if they misunderstood me, but you must have misunderstood me.
However, I still have to thank her for her long commentary. Without her, I guess I would still naively think that Hearst lowered the tune, speeded up the tempo, and increased the difficulty of the dance steps to warn Margaret not to be opportunistic.After hearing all kinds of rumors about him and Margaret, I only felt that maybe that flat tune was also an invisible confession.
It is undeniable that although Margaret behaved badly, her blond hair was really beautiful, just like the light blue ocean waves illuminated by the sun, reflecting shimmering golden fragments.Hearst is the most calm and rational person I have ever met, but he is also fascinated by the long golden wave hair.
I suddenly remembered an event that couldn’t be more trivial: during the celebration banquet, Hester was walking among the crowd, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the wrist of a blonde girl.It turned out that at that time, he had already shown his obsession with Margaret.Later, he struck up a conversation with me on purpose, probably because Margaret and I have similar hair colors.
Thinking about it this way, his love for Margaret is indeed too hot, almost terrifying.
Facing Hearst's disgusted eyes, Margaret did not flinch.She pushed her blond hair to her chest, sat in his arms under everyone's gaze, and looked at him sadly: "Hester, I've explained to you many times that he and I are really not the same. The way you imagined... Since you love me so much, can't you give me a little trust..."
He supported the body of the piano with one hand, without even looking at her: "Go down."
"Hester..."
"Don't make me say it a second time. Get down."
When an actor auditioned before, the rhythm and dance steps were all wrong. I even wanted to tease him on the way, but I never saw him speak in such an impatient tone.I heard that only in front of the woman he loves will a man reveal his childish and impulsive side.It seemed that Margaret held a lot of weight in his heart.
Sure enough, when Margaret saw his reaction, the smug look in her eyes flashed away.She put her arms around his neck affectionately: "Hester, believe it or not, the Duke doesn't have that kind of thought for me at all, he likes me only because I look very similar to his late wife...he came to me , Most of the time, I am mourning my dead wife... Don't listen to the rumors outside, okay? I have seen all the operas you wrote for me, and I am very..."
Before the words fell, Hester suddenly ticked his fingers at a male companion: "Come here."
The male companion ran over confused.
Hearst supported Margaret's back with one hand, passed her knees with the other, and hugged her horizontally.Before the surprise on Margaret's face completely rose, he just heard him say to his male partner coldly: "Stretch out your hand."
The male companion stretched out his hand in a daze.
He threw Margaret directly into the arms of his male companion.
In an instant, the entire side hall was dead silent.Everyone's eyes were as big as copper bells, especially the male companion, who was holding a beautiful blond beauty in his arms, but his expression was dumbfounded.
Margaret is worthy of being a high-level courtesan, she was actually the first person in the venue to react: "Hester, what exactly do you need to forgive me..."
Hester ignored her, folded his arms and turned his head to the side, his eyes roamed the crowd full of oppression, and finally settled on... me.
Instinctively feeling wrong, I subconsciously took a step back.
He retracted his gaze, raised the corners of his mouth gracefully, and clapped his hands in the air: "Meg Gilly, come up."
I:"……"
As soon as these words came out, countless people turned their heads to look at me in unison, their eyes were only wider than before.
I was very clear in my heart: he called me only because the next audition person happened to be me; he called out my name directly because I happened to know him.But under the watchful eyes of everyone, that kind of fatal ambiguity is really lingering.
Who would have thought that the person present who told me what I was feeling was actually a girl with red lips.She covered her mouth with her hands and whispered in my ear, "You hit the muzzle of a gun."
I thought about it, shook her hand twice, and said, "I think so too."
After finishing speaking, I left her with an inexplicable face, and walked up the steps to the stage.A beam of light hit me at the right time, and everyone's eyes moved with my steps.
In fact, no matter in my previous life or in this life, I was not a conspicuous person, but ever since I met Hester, I have often fallen into the predicament of attracting attention.Thinking about how I was still discussing with Christine last night about how Hearst made popular actresses, now I know, maybe a female cat standing beside him will attract attention.
At this time, Margaret stepped off the stage and was about to pass me.Without Hester's gaze, she no longer had a sweet smile on her face, and her blond hair hung messily on both sides of her cheeks, and she didn't comb it with her fingers.
She didn't see me at first until a good mechanic shone the light on her too.The moment the blinding white light fell, she squinted her eyes uncomfortably and looked up, seeing me.Suddenly, her eyes were full of astonishment: "You are..."
I was a little surprised: "We know each other?"
She lowered her head and exhaled lightly, and when she looked up again, the astonishment had disappeared without a trace: "Sorry, I admitted the wrong person." Then, without waiting for my answer, she gathered the cashmere shawl on her shoulders, and walked Hastily left.
I didn't take this conversation to heart.
Put on ballet shoes, take a feather fan, and walk to the center of the stage.There is a crystal chandelier above the head, red curtains on both sides, and tall angel statues.Looking at the dark crowd below, even though I knew it was not my audience, my heart still beat a few beats faster.
As the orchestra hits the first syllable, I straighten my feet, tap my toes on the marble floor, and walk over to one of my male companions.In order to attract Hirst's attention, many people will add some cumbersome but beautiful little tricks to this paragraph.I don't think it's necessary because this is not the climax of the prologue.Going overboard with meaningless action will only confuse the audience.
One male partner raised my wrist, ready to kiss down; another male partner held my waist with both hands, knelt down, and rested his head on my lap; my back...
I fell into his arms, unfolded my fan, and showed a contemptuous smile.
If I remember correctly, the next thing was a duet of violin and double bass. After more than ten seconds, the harpsichord rose from the accompaniment to the main melody.My movements, too, became more absurd as the tones of the harpsichord rose and fell.
Hirst's playing had never been wrong before.Even if there is a soprano who knows nothing about ballet on the stage, he can play without changing his face.So, after the duet, I saw him hang his head down, put his fingers on the wooden keys, but didn't press them for a long time, and my mood suddenly fell to the bottom.
Buzzing discussions erupted from the audience.
I froze in place, my back was covered with cold sweat, I was shot inch by inch by countless lines of sight, and my ears were like fire.I can't tell if it's anger, depression, or what, but I just think that the girl with red lips is right, and I really hit the gun.
"Go down." After a while, he said.
The roots of his ears turned from hot to cold, and his breathing trembled a little.Although I have no idea about the heroine, I never thought of ending the audition in such a way. I don't even understand what I did wrong...
My feet were frozen on the marble floor. I took a deep breath and told myself to listen to him and get down quickly, but I couldn't take a step like a doll that had forgotten to be wound.
Hearst came to me holding a sheet of music.It's over, with his personality, he will probably slap the sheet of music on my face, and then say condescendingly: "Don't dawdle. Go down."
Seeing his leather shoes approaching step by step, I closed my eyes helplessly, clenched my fists, and waited for him to drive me down like he drove away Margaret.No, Margaret is the girl he admires, and he can treat her so coldly, so my situation must be worse than hers.However, there was no touch of paper on my face, and I opened my eyes in a daze, and bumped into his golden eyes.
"Spread your hands." He ordered succinctly.
I do so in astonishment.He put the score in my hand: "Sing it to me."
There was an uproar in the audience, and I was also very shocked.Although the heroine of this opera is very unlikable and the libretto is pitiful, in the third act, the heroine's aria, which is also her only one, can almost be called the sound of nature.What's even more amazing is that this aria can present the most perfect effect without any complicated singing skills.This is also the reason why some sopranos flock to it.
It was that aria that he handed me.
Just, why me?
I am a little inexplicable.
When several actresses danced before, their backless dance skirts almost collapsed to their hips, and they didn't get a look from him; Margaret sat on his lap nakedly, and was even thrown into the arms of his male partner ...And I didn't even finish the prologue, so I went directly to the audition stage.
Looking at Margaret with a sad face under the stands, and Hearst next to him with a cold aura, I thought to myself, are they playing the game of "I love you but I just don't tell you"?
Could it be more childish?
"Are you ready?" He said as he bent down and said a few words to the violinist.The other party handed him the piano and bow with a look of surprise.
Watching him put the violin on his collarbone, my mind was confused again.The first half of this aria requires a violin solo, but why... he played it himself?
He tried a few notes casually, and his movements were skillful and elegant.I don't have the strength to wonder why he can play the violin anymore.I wouldn't be surprised if he told me now, "I alone could replace the whole orchestra."
"Let's start when you're ready." He tilted his chin and leaned close to the surface of the mahogany piano.
Generally speaking, there are very few arias that use instruments like the violin as an accompaniment, because the violin is the closest instrument to the human voice, and the superposition of two similar timbres will only make one of them lose its original brilliance .
But how about saying that Hearst is Leshen II?
In this aria he wrote, not only did the sound of the violin not suppress the vocals, but it was like a generous palm, gently supporting the singing upwards.A music critic once wrote in a newspaper: "I always thought that only Carlotta, which can span two octaves in the range, can surprise me, but I didn't expect Hirst to do it with an aria accompanied by a violin. "
However, although this aria has zero difficulty in terms of singing skills, it is absolutely difficult in terms of emotional transformation.The background of its creation is that the male protagonist has finished his revenge and returned from the blood. When he saw the female protagonist curled up in the cage, he couldn't bear it and decided to release her.But the condition is that the heroine must show love to him.
It is worth mentioning that there are several performance versions of this section.In the most classic version, the heroine opens her eyes, shows a smile as holy as an angel mural, and says softly: "I will never give in to the devil's desire."
After the male lead heard this, he opened the iron cage and walked in, grabbed her wrist, and said in a dark voice, "You must surrender!"
This is the prelude to the aria, and the violinist must play it with concentration, passion, and fury.But even though Hirst assumed a bow-drawing posture that could be called a model, his expression seemed too calm.
After all, he is not a professional violinist, so he will probably simplify the melody of this section.
Before this thought had fully surfaced in his mind, he played the bow and pulled out a very full piano sound, whether it was vibrato, throwing the bow, or the sensitive jumping of fingers on the fingerboard (1), it can be said to be impeccable .
I was still worried about not being able to embody the emotions of the heroine, but the moment the melody played, my mood fell into a low ebb inexplicably, as if I was already in a dark and lonely cage.
I took a deep breath and pronounced the first note, and I couldn't help but be surprised: I can pronounce this piece in the most comfortable state from the lowest note to the highest note.In other words, it fits perfectly with my vocal range.
It’s not like this happened before, it was a piece of music that Phantom handed me in the underground labyrinth three years ago...
I couldn't help but glance at Hearst.Under the brilliant lights of the crystal chandelier, his eyes, nose bridge, and jaw are more beautiful and delicate than the dome painting. His standing posture seems to have been accurately measured by a master sculptor, exuding an indifferent and arrogant elegance.
At this time, I stopped fantasizing that he was a phantom. I was just thinking about whether it is possible for the two of them to know each other.
However, with such a big difference in appearance, temperament, and experience, is it really possible for two people to know each other?My voice is somewhat similar to Margaret's. Hearst's operas were all written for her. It should be just a coincidence...
"No matter how much you adorn your face, I can always smell your ugly soul", the aria ends, followed by a declarative confession from the hero to the heroine.
The previous auditionists, without exception, omitted the role of the male lead, so I didn't plan to continue singing.Just as he was about to wait for the music to stop and bow to step down, the conductor suddenly raised his hand, and the orchestra neatly played dark and magnificent music like a storm.
At the same time, a bow lightly picked my chin.
I froze, staring back at him with wide eyes.
There was no sound in the side hall, as if there was a cloud over the top.
Hearst held the neck of the violin in one hand, and kept the bow in the other hand to lift my chin. He walked towards me calmly: "Between you and me..."
This is the lyrics, he actually wants to sing with me.
What surprised me even more was that his singing skills...
I heard from others that although his voice is nice, he has never sung in public, so everyone assumes that he is a master of music who can't sing, but he didn't expect him to be so touching when he opened his mouth.
"Unless I die," the bow slipped from my chin to my neck bit by bit, and finally tapped on my collarbone, "otherwise there will be no separation."
After singing this, the bow continued to slide down to his chest and waist, but his attitude was always calm and natural, and he didn't seem to be taking advantage of it at all.
"My soul will be with you forever."
My brain stopped spinning, and the place where the bow slipped was as hot as a scald, and I took a step back helplessly.
He walked over to me, snorting a chuckle.As if suddenly awakened by the laughter, my brain started to work again, and I continued to retreat subconsciously, but my shoulder was firmly held by a hand, pulling it in one direction: "Even if the road ahead is thorny," it made my scalp feel extremely numb Yes, there is still a hand on the waist slowly stroking upwards, "I will go with you too."
In such a situation where I was about to suffocate, I actually remembered that there is indeed a dance performed by the male and female protagonists here, so the ballet audition I did not finish was put here...
I felt his palm burn on my lower back like a brand.
I had trouble breathing, and my calves felt weak.
At this time, should I respond to him?
How should I respond?
It's not that I haven't encountered this kind of situation when dancing ballet.Sometimes male partners are needed to lift and spin themselves, but their palms will not roll and burn on my skin like a fire like Hearst.
The chaotic heartbeat drowned out my thoughts, and I couldn't move where I was.
The atmosphere was stagnant.
If I knew how he would break this stagnation, I would have taken the initiative to speak up—seeing that I had not spoken for a long time, he actually tapped my thigh with the violin surface: "Sing."
Even though it was just the surface of the violin, even though it was still far away from a certain part, I still stiffened inevitably, and almost squeezed out one word after another from my throat: "That accident just made you get closer. ugly."
I suspect that he regarded me as a harpsichord or a pipe organ, because at this moment, his fingers were beating on my waist: "That accident only strengthened my determination to keep you."
"……devil."
His eyelashes were under the lying silkworm, casting an indifferent shadow: "You are the devil's prisoner."
"Freak."
"You've become one with the freak."
"How can you let me go?"
"Never let go," his voice was like an abyss of madness, bewilderment, and sweetness, making people's hairs stand on end, and my back was gradually soaked in hot sweat, "Unless you and I Let's turn into bones together."
Before you know it, the duet has reached its climax.
Unable to bear it, I turned my head and looked at the audience.Most people's expressions were as stiff as mine, and only a few showed admiration.As for Marguerite, she was weeping sentimental tears and was mopping them with her handkerchief.
Seeing that her hair color, pupils, and figure are very similar to mine, I suddenly calmed down like being poured with ice water.
In "The Shepherdess", there is a scene in which the male protagonist reprimands the female protagonist and insults her loudly, saying that her soul is not as noble as she imagined, and has long been slowly eroding in pearls and gems, saying that she is no longer worthy of his love, but After finishing speaking, he knelt down and kissed her deeply.
Perhaps, the mood of the hero is the portrayal of Hearst at this moment?
Me: "..." I don't know if they misunderstood me, but you must have misunderstood me.
However, I still have to thank her for her long commentary. Without her, I guess I would still naively think that Hearst lowered the tune, speeded up the tempo, and increased the difficulty of the dance steps to warn Margaret not to be opportunistic.After hearing all kinds of rumors about him and Margaret, I only felt that maybe that flat tune was also an invisible confession.
It is undeniable that although Margaret behaved badly, her blond hair was really beautiful, just like the light blue ocean waves illuminated by the sun, reflecting shimmering golden fragments.Hearst is the most calm and rational person I have ever met, but he is also fascinated by the long golden wave hair.
I suddenly remembered an event that couldn’t be more trivial: during the celebration banquet, Hester was walking among the crowd, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the wrist of a blonde girl.It turned out that at that time, he had already shown his obsession with Margaret.Later, he struck up a conversation with me on purpose, probably because Margaret and I have similar hair colors.
Thinking about it this way, his love for Margaret is indeed too hot, almost terrifying.
Facing Hearst's disgusted eyes, Margaret did not flinch.She pushed her blond hair to her chest, sat in his arms under everyone's gaze, and looked at him sadly: "Hester, I've explained to you many times that he and I are really not the same. The way you imagined... Since you love me so much, can't you give me a little trust..."
He supported the body of the piano with one hand, without even looking at her: "Go down."
"Hester..."
"Don't make me say it a second time. Get down."
When an actor auditioned before, the rhythm and dance steps were all wrong. I even wanted to tease him on the way, but I never saw him speak in such an impatient tone.I heard that only in front of the woman he loves will a man reveal his childish and impulsive side.It seemed that Margaret held a lot of weight in his heart.
Sure enough, when Margaret saw his reaction, the smug look in her eyes flashed away.She put her arms around his neck affectionately: "Hester, believe it or not, the Duke doesn't have that kind of thought for me at all, he likes me only because I look very similar to his late wife...he came to me , Most of the time, I am mourning my dead wife... Don't listen to the rumors outside, okay? I have seen all the operas you wrote for me, and I am very..."
Before the words fell, Hester suddenly ticked his fingers at a male companion: "Come here."
The male companion ran over confused.
Hearst supported Margaret's back with one hand, passed her knees with the other, and hugged her horizontally.Before the surprise on Margaret's face completely rose, he just heard him say to his male partner coldly: "Stretch out your hand."
The male companion stretched out his hand in a daze.
He threw Margaret directly into the arms of his male companion.
In an instant, the entire side hall was dead silent.Everyone's eyes were as big as copper bells, especially the male companion, who was holding a beautiful blond beauty in his arms, but his expression was dumbfounded.
Margaret is worthy of being a high-level courtesan, she was actually the first person in the venue to react: "Hester, what exactly do you need to forgive me..."
Hester ignored her, folded his arms and turned his head to the side, his eyes roamed the crowd full of oppression, and finally settled on... me.
Instinctively feeling wrong, I subconsciously took a step back.
He retracted his gaze, raised the corners of his mouth gracefully, and clapped his hands in the air: "Meg Gilly, come up."
I:"……"
As soon as these words came out, countless people turned their heads to look at me in unison, their eyes were only wider than before.
I was very clear in my heart: he called me only because the next audition person happened to be me; he called out my name directly because I happened to know him.But under the watchful eyes of everyone, that kind of fatal ambiguity is really lingering.
Who would have thought that the person present who told me what I was feeling was actually a girl with red lips.She covered her mouth with her hands and whispered in my ear, "You hit the muzzle of a gun."
I thought about it, shook her hand twice, and said, "I think so too."
After finishing speaking, I left her with an inexplicable face, and walked up the steps to the stage.A beam of light hit me at the right time, and everyone's eyes moved with my steps.
In fact, no matter in my previous life or in this life, I was not a conspicuous person, but ever since I met Hester, I have often fallen into the predicament of attracting attention.Thinking about how I was still discussing with Christine last night about how Hearst made popular actresses, now I know, maybe a female cat standing beside him will attract attention.
At this time, Margaret stepped off the stage and was about to pass me.Without Hester's gaze, she no longer had a sweet smile on her face, and her blond hair hung messily on both sides of her cheeks, and she didn't comb it with her fingers.
She didn't see me at first until a good mechanic shone the light on her too.The moment the blinding white light fell, she squinted her eyes uncomfortably and looked up, seeing me.Suddenly, her eyes were full of astonishment: "You are..."
I was a little surprised: "We know each other?"
She lowered her head and exhaled lightly, and when she looked up again, the astonishment had disappeared without a trace: "Sorry, I admitted the wrong person." Then, without waiting for my answer, she gathered the cashmere shawl on her shoulders, and walked Hastily left.
I didn't take this conversation to heart.
Put on ballet shoes, take a feather fan, and walk to the center of the stage.There is a crystal chandelier above the head, red curtains on both sides, and tall angel statues.Looking at the dark crowd below, even though I knew it was not my audience, my heart still beat a few beats faster.
As the orchestra hits the first syllable, I straighten my feet, tap my toes on the marble floor, and walk over to one of my male companions.In order to attract Hirst's attention, many people will add some cumbersome but beautiful little tricks to this paragraph.I don't think it's necessary because this is not the climax of the prologue.Going overboard with meaningless action will only confuse the audience.
One male partner raised my wrist, ready to kiss down; another male partner held my waist with both hands, knelt down, and rested his head on my lap; my back...
I fell into his arms, unfolded my fan, and showed a contemptuous smile.
If I remember correctly, the next thing was a duet of violin and double bass. After more than ten seconds, the harpsichord rose from the accompaniment to the main melody.My movements, too, became more absurd as the tones of the harpsichord rose and fell.
Hirst's playing had never been wrong before.Even if there is a soprano who knows nothing about ballet on the stage, he can play without changing his face.So, after the duet, I saw him hang his head down, put his fingers on the wooden keys, but didn't press them for a long time, and my mood suddenly fell to the bottom.
Buzzing discussions erupted from the audience.
I froze in place, my back was covered with cold sweat, I was shot inch by inch by countless lines of sight, and my ears were like fire.I can't tell if it's anger, depression, or what, but I just think that the girl with red lips is right, and I really hit the gun.
"Go down." After a while, he said.
The roots of his ears turned from hot to cold, and his breathing trembled a little.Although I have no idea about the heroine, I never thought of ending the audition in such a way. I don't even understand what I did wrong...
My feet were frozen on the marble floor. I took a deep breath and told myself to listen to him and get down quickly, but I couldn't take a step like a doll that had forgotten to be wound.
Hearst came to me holding a sheet of music.It's over, with his personality, he will probably slap the sheet of music on my face, and then say condescendingly: "Don't dawdle. Go down."
Seeing his leather shoes approaching step by step, I closed my eyes helplessly, clenched my fists, and waited for him to drive me down like he drove away Margaret.No, Margaret is the girl he admires, and he can treat her so coldly, so my situation must be worse than hers.However, there was no touch of paper on my face, and I opened my eyes in a daze, and bumped into his golden eyes.
"Spread your hands." He ordered succinctly.
I do so in astonishment.He put the score in my hand: "Sing it to me."
There was an uproar in the audience, and I was also very shocked.Although the heroine of this opera is very unlikable and the libretto is pitiful, in the third act, the heroine's aria, which is also her only one, can almost be called the sound of nature.What's even more amazing is that this aria can present the most perfect effect without any complicated singing skills.This is also the reason why some sopranos flock to it.
It was that aria that he handed me.
Just, why me?
I am a little inexplicable.
When several actresses danced before, their backless dance skirts almost collapsed to their hips, and they didn't get a look from him; Margaret sat on his lap nakedly, and was even thrown into the arms of his male partner ...And I didn't even finish the prologue, so I went directly to the audition stage.
Looking at Margaret with a sad face under the stands, and Hearst next to him with a cold aura, I thought to myself, are they playing the game of "I love you but I just don't tell you"?
Could it be more childish?
"Are you ready?" He said as he bent down and said a few words to the violinist.The other party handed him the piano and bow with a look of surprise.
Watching him put the violin on his collarbone, my mind was confused again.The first half of this aria requires a violin solo, but why... he played it himself?
He tried a few notes casually, and his movements were skillful and elegant.I don't have the strength to wonder why he can play the violin anymore.I wouldn't be surprised if he told me now, "I alone could replace the whole orchestra."
"Let's start when you're ready." He tilted his chin and leaned close to the surface of the mahogany piano.
Generally speaking, there are very few arias that use instruments like the violin as an accompaniment, because the violin is the closest instrument to the human voice, and the superposition of two similar timbres will only make one of them lose its original brilliance .
But how about saying that Hearst is Leshen II?
In this aria he wrote, not only did the sound of the violin not suppress the vocals, but it was like a generous palm, gently supporting the singing upwards.A music critic once wrote in a newspaper: "I always thought that only Carlotta, which can span two octaves in the range, can surprise me, but I didn't expect Hirst to do it with an aria accompanied by a violin. "
However, although this aria has zero difficulty in terms of singing skills, it is absolutely difficult in terms of emotional transformation.The background of its creation is that the male protagonist has finished his revenge and returned from the blood. When he saw the female protagonist curled up in the cage, he couldn't bear it and decided to release her.But the condition is that the heroine must show love to him.
It is worth mentioning that there are several performance versions of this section.In the most classic version, the heroine opens her eyes, shows a smile as holy as an angel mural, and says softly: "I will never give in to the devil's desire."
After the male lead heard this, he opened the iron cage and walked in, grabbed her wrist, and said in a dark voice, "You must surrender!"
This is the prelude to the aria, and the violinist must play it with concentration, passion, and fury.But even though Hirst assumed a bow-drawing posture that could be called a model, his expression seemed too calm.
After all, he is not a professional violinist, so he will probably simplify the melody of this section.
Before this thought had fully surfaced in his mind, he played the bow and pulled out a very full piano sound, whether it was vibrato, throwing the bow, or the sensitive jumping of fingers on the fingerboard (1), it can be said to be impeccable .
I was still worried about not being able to embody the emotions of the heroine, but the moment the melody played, my mood fell into a low ebb inexplicably, as if I was already in a dark and lonely cage.
I took a deep breath and pronounced the first note, and I couldn't help but be surprised: I can pronounce this piece in the most comfortable state from the lowest note to the highest note.In other words, it fits perfectly with my vocal range.
It’s not like this happened before, it was a piece of music that Phantom handed me in the underground labyrinth three years ago...
I couldn't help but glance at Hearst.Under the brilliant lights of the crystal chandelier, his eyes, nose bridge, and jaw are more beautiful and delicate than the dome painting. His standing posture seems to have been accurately measured by a master sculptor, exuding an indifferent and arrogant elegance.
At this time, I stopped fantasizing that he was a phantom. I was just thinking about whether it is possible for the two of them to know each other.
However, with such a big difference in appearance, temperament, and experience, is it really possible for two people to know each other?My voice is somewhat similar to Margaret's. Hearst's operas were all written for her. It should be just a coincidence...
"No matter how much you adorn your face, I can always smell your ugly soul", the aria ends, followed by a declarative confession from the hero to the heroine.
The previous auditionists, without exception, omitted the role of the male lead, so I didn't plan to continue singing.Just as he was about to wait for the music to stop and bow to step down, the conductor suddenly raised his hand, and the orchestra neatly played dark and magnificent music like a storm.
At the same time, a bow lightly picked my chin.
I froze, staring back at him with wide eyes.
There was no sound in the side hall, as if there was a cloud over the top.
Hearst held the neck of the violin in one hand, and kept the bow in the other hand to lift my chin. He walked towards me calmly: "Between you and me..."
This is the lyrics, he actually wants to sing with me.
What surprised me even more was that his singing skills...
I heard from others that although his voice is nice, he has never sung in public, so everyone assumes that he is a master of music who can't sing, but he didn't expect him to be so touching when he opened his mouth.
"Unless I die," the bow slipped from my chin to my neck bit by bit, and finally tapped on my collarbone, "otherwise there will be no separation."
After singing this, the bow continued to slide down to his chest and waist, but his attitude was always calm and natural, and he didn't seem to be taking advantage of it at all.
"My soul will be with you forever."
My brain stopped spinning, and the place where the bow slipped was as hot as a scald, and I took a step back helplessly.
He walked over to me, snorting a chuckle.As if suddenly awakened by the laughter, my brain started to work again, and I continued to retreat subconsciously, but my shoulder was firmly held by a hand, pulling it in one direction: "Even if the road ahead is thorny," it made my scalp feel extremely numb Yes, there is still a hand on the waist slowly stroking upwards, "I will go with you too."
In such a situation where I was about to suffocate, I actually remembered that there is indeed a dance performed by the male and female protagonists here, so the ballet audition I did not finish was put here...
I felt his palm burn on my lower back like a brand.
I had trouble breathing, and my calves felt weak.
At this time, should I respond to him?
How should I respond?
It's not that I haven't encountered this kind of situation when dancing ballet.Sometimes male partners are needed to lift and spin themselves, but their palms will not roll and burn on my skin like a fire like Hearst.
The chaotic heartbeat drowned out my thoughts, and I couldn't move where I was.
The atmosphere was stagnant.
If I knew how he would break this stagnation, I would have taken the initiative to speak up—seeing that I had not spoken for a long time, he actually tapped my thigh with the violin surface: "Sing."
Even though it was just the surface of the violin, even though it was still far away from a certain part, I still stiffened inevitably, and almost squeezed out one word after another from my throat: "That accident just made you get closer. ugly."
I suspect that he regarded me as a harpsichord or a pipe organ, because at this moment, his fingers were beating on my waist: "That accident only strengthened my determination to keep you."
"……devil."
His eyelashes were under the lying silkworm, casting an indifferent shadow: "You are the devil's prisoner."
"Freak."
"You've become one with the freak."
"How can you let me go?"
"Never let go," his voice was like an abyss of madness, bewilderment, and sweetness, making people's hairs stand on end, and my back was gradually soaked in hot sweat, "Unless you and I Let's turn into bones together."
Before you know it, the duet has reached its climax.
Unable to bear it, I turned my head and looked at the audience.Most people's expressions were as stiff as mine, and only a few showed admiration.As for Marguerite, she was weeping sentimental tears and was mopping them with her handkerchief.
Seeing that her hair color, pupils, and figure are very similar to mine, I suddenly calmed down like being poured with ice water.
In "The Shepherdess", there is a scene in which the male protagonist reprimands the female protagonist and insults her loudly, saying that her soul is not as noble as she imagined, and has long been slowly eroding in pearls and gems, saying that she is no longer worthy of his love, but After finishing speaking, he knelt down and kissed her deeply.
Perhaps, the mood of the hero is the portrayal of Hearst at this moment?
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