[Phantom of the Opera] Devil's Beauty

Eric looked at her for a moment, then lowered his eyes, his eyes were as indifferent as ever, as if indifferent, but his left hand played the accompaniment a beat slower, not keeping up with the increasingly brisk main melody.

He was startled and frowned slightly.Soon, the blunder was masked by a chord he improvised.No one noticed the difference except himself.

At the end of the song, Nightingale uttered a mournful cry, fell to the ground sadly, and wept bitterly.

Bai Lanzhi also took advantage of the situation and knelt down on the ground.

There was thunderous applause.

If Bai Lanzhi had no real materials and had to bite the bullet and accept the test of Viscount Garnier, they would be angry, boo her, and make her roll off the stage loudly, but her performance was so outstanding that it greatly exceeded their expectations .Her appearance is not only a turning point for the small theater, but also for them.Everyone was excited, cheered, and yelled "bravo" to Blanche, as if they had won an impossible battle, and they were more happy than their own successful performance.

About a minute passed before the applause gradually stopped.After Bai Lanzhi calmed down her breathing and emotions, she slowly raised her head, only to see that the seat in front of the piano in the orchestra pit was already empty.

Eric is gone.

She froze for a moment, her heart suddenly fell to the bottom.Although he has been silently saying in his heart not to care, maybe he will leave only temporarily because of something, but he can't stop the sadness and disappointment in his heart.Obviously he was the one who called her over, but he left without even saying hello. Did he feel that she didn't dance well enough, or was he not satisfied with her singing?The more she thought about it, the more depressed she became, and the more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she became.

Walking into the backstage, she dejectedly picked up a dry towel, casually wiped her sweaty face, and was about to leave when she saw a pair of leather shoes appearing in her eyes.

The leather shoes are polished and have hollow patterns, and the trousers on top hang straight down and are ironed to the last detail.In almost an instant, she guessed who was coming, her heart beat uncontrollably, her sadness and frustration were swept away, she almost jumped high like a little sparrow, but she only dared to hang her head, seeing him Getting closer and closer.

"You... Didn't you leave?" As soon as the words came out, she pursed her mouth in regret, why didn't she wait for him to speak first?It made her look like she was looking forward to him coming to her.

Although really looking forward to...

"Good dance." Eric walked in front of her, and his voice rang above her head.

He folded his arms, his wrist bones were distinct and protruding, and his fingers were so slender that there was a sharp sense of oppression.Looking at his fingers so close at hand, her cheeks and the roots of her ears became ripe immediately, and she buried her head in the dry towel and didn't want to come out.

I just heard him continue: "I hope..." He paused, his usually cold and indifferent voice was rarely softened, it sounded like he was praising her, "I hope you can still have this excellent physical strength at night, continue Do those fancy moves."

The blush on her cheeks faded instantly.

She raised her head and said angrily, "...I know!"

How can this person be as mean as Mr. OG.

Really annoying.

******

Viscount Garnier didn't take the small theater seriously at all. He thought it was a must-win bet. How could a soprano from such a place be as good as Odell?

He got out of the carriage, looked at the gate of the small theater with disdain on his face, took the cane handed over by the servant, dusted off his deerskin coat, coughed lightly and asked, "Did Ms. Odell reply? "

It stands to reason that a viscount doesn't have to be so humble to a star in the music industry.But Odell took the high branch of Duke Clayton, and his status rose accordingly, so he had to humble her.After all, without him, there would still be all kinds of wealthy gentry and nobles flocking to show her courteousness.It sounds absurd, but it's true. If they want to please the Duke, they must first please a female music star.

Fortunately, there was an idiot named "OG", who personally handed him a favor to make him stand out among these nobles without any effort. How do you say that?Just as he was about to sleep soundly, someone handed him a fluffy pillow.

"Mr. Viscount, the letter was delivered to the Paris Opera last night, and Ms. Audrey just came out of the Duke's estate this morning."

Viscount Garnier's face turned green. In name, he was still Odell's admirer, and his reputation was directly linked to Odell's. These words were tantamount to waking up in the duke's bed with the woman he couldn't ask for.Anyone who hears it will secretly laugh at him behind his back.

He cursed in a low voice: "This... whore!" The servant was not surprised, but just reminded softly: "Mr. Viscount, the performance time is coming soon. Those music critics are waiting for you."

"Then let's go." Viscount Garnier waved his hand wearily, "Write another letter and tell Audrey that everything I do is for her! Ask her to have dinner with me tomorrow."

"It will be as you wish, Monsieur Viscount."

Walking into the small theater with the music critics who had been waiting for a long time, Viscount Garnier didn't even look at the no-smoking sign next to it, and directly lit a cigarette, sandwiched it between his index finger and middle finger, and pointed at the small theater's furnishings: " How dare you put these shabby things in the hall? They look like imitations! The investors behind them dare to mock the two pillars of the Paris Opera House, which is ridiculous and funny!"

He bit his cigarette, took off his gloves, and boasted: "You know what? I know the architect of the Paris Opera House. No one knows what to do with that underground river. He is the only one who can handle it. Do you think he is amazing? However, I also happened to meet him in a tavern, and most people can't find him."

All the music critics looked at each other and praised him for his wide range of friends, he was even more of a courtesan than a courtesan.

Viscount Garnier was triumphant, and his comments became even more presumptuous. For a while, the small theater was criticized by him as useless.At the same time, his relationship with the designer of the Paris Opera House also rose from a casual acquaintance to a true confidant.

Entering the performance hall, as soon as he took a seat in the front row, he loudly urged the soprano to come on stage.The maid who ushered him to his seat couldn't help but rolled her eyes.Not only was he not angry when he saw it, but he laughed loudly: "It really is a 'small' theater, and even the servants are as rude as country women!"

There were a few well-educated music critics, although they didn't speak, they all chose their seats as far away from the Viscount as possible.

A few minutes later, the red curtain opened, and the set designer lit the lamps on the stage one by one.

The show has begun.

A beam of white light hit the orchestra pit first.Viscount Garnier took a deep drag on his cigarette, causing the music critics around him to frown.But he didn't notice it, and said loudly: "This is that weird piano? I heard that it can simulate the sound of several instruments, is it true or not?"

Although the music critic was not used to speaking during the performance, he still patiently replied in a low voice: "It is true, the level of this pianist is beyond reproach."

Hearing this, Viscount Garnier suddenly felt a sense of crisis: "What are you talking about! I didn't invite you here to flatter my opponent. Besides, no matter how good he is, can he be better than Beethoven? Remember, after the performance, just write No matter how good the soprano is, don't waste a single word on this pianist."

The music critic was speechless for a moment: "Beethoven is a master of music..."

"Am I wrong? A master musician is better than a pianist? Stop talking, the soprano is on stage." Viscount Garnier waved his hand and took another puff of his cigarette.

When Bai Lanzhi appeared in a silk dance dress under the light, many music critics gasped, their eyes flashed with amazement; when she uttered the first syllable, although the music critics felt The singing voice was beautiful, but it was still not as good as Odell's. She couldn't help but shook her head again, thinking that this performance was just as Viscount Garnier had expected, a performance that must be lost.

Unexpectedly, she actually raised her toes and made a one-legged dancing posture while emitting a clear and graceful floweratura.Seeing this, the music critics couldn't believe their eyes.They are also well-informed. Most of them have traveled all over Europe, visited major theaters, and even been to "Florence", the birthplace of opera, but they still haven't seen a girl who can dance ballet and sing coloratura at the same time. treble.One is that most sopranos look down on ballet girls, and the other is that they don't have such abundant and lasting physical strength.Even if there is, it is not easy to learn a lot, so almost no sopranos will make such an attempt.

But Blanche did.Although her singing skills were not as proficient as Audrey's, her performance was completely astonishing.In order to attack the small theater and impress Odell, Viscount Garnier invited some music critics with real materials and the courage to tell the truth. This was his most powerful weapon of public opinion, but at this moment they all turned against each other , became a heavy stone on his feet.

Viscount Garnier has not realized this yet.At the end of the song, there was warm applause.He lazily clapped along a few times, disapproving, not thinking how well Blanche sang, nor how shocking it was that she added ballet elements to her singing.In his opinion, being able to jump into the air is considered a ballet stunt. What's so great about turning around a few times?He can also turn.As for the singing, he didn't hear the coloratura soprano that could blow over the dome of the theater.The soprano is doomed!He has already thought about how he will brag about his deeds of slapping the face of the mysterious rich Mr. OG when he has dinner with Odell tomorrow.

However, just when he was about to laugh out loud, the chandelier above his head came on, and a music critic suddenly stood up, bowed to him and said: "Mr. Viscount, this performance is very wonderful, what you want me to do, I'm afraid it can't be done."

Another music critic stood up, took off his top hat, gave him a sorry salute, and then said excitedly to his companion: "Ballet, coloratura, I wonder how she completed this performance? Isn't she tired?"

"I just saw her sweat drenched her front. This girl is really hardworking."

"Being able to sing coloratura and dance 32 whip turns is a show of skill, an unprecedented show of skill! Odell lost, and I think if she saw the performance with her own eyes, she would also feel convinced of her loss oral."

"Wrong, she jumped 33 times, and the last one turned four times."

"Oh my god, where did Daroja find such a soprano? It's amazing, it's really amazing!"

"Before she leaves, hurry up and ask her for an autograph. I have a hunch that this girl will definitely be popular, and she will be the next Audrey!"

In a blink of an eye, the music critics in the auditorium were all gone.Viscount Garnier was left alone, his face red and purple as if he had been slapped 33 times.He's not stupid. Listening to the low-pitched discussions of those music critics, he already knew that whipping is not a simple circle, but a way of showing off ballet skills.Judging by their appreciative tone, this soprano seems to have done a very standard and successful job, and even has the momentum to surpass Audrey.

His hands trembled, but he couldn't hold the cigarette butt and let it fall on the carpet.He knows better than anyone how boring the nobles in the upper class are. The first thing they do when they wake up every morning is to read the newspaper and live by gossip between nobles and music stars.Presumably, before noon tomorrow, the arty things about his Viscount Garnier will spread throughout the circle.At that time, not to mention pleasing Duke Clayton, he would not even dare to go to the salons and balls held by some noble ladies!

For a moment, Viscount Garnier wished he could dig a hole in the ground.He crushed the cigarette butt fiercely, did not dare to watch Bai Lanzhi, who was surrounded by the crowd, and left like a buckskin mouse with his walking stick between his hands.

At the same time, Odell, who was resting with her eyes closed in the lounge, suddenly woke up.

The number on her system panel actually moved and became 2%. This is unprecedented. What happened?

The author has something to say: changed the ending

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