Vicki listened to everyone talking with a smile on her face.
It wasn't until everyone's voices gradually became quieter and their eyes began to focus on her that they stopped smiling and said in a low voice: "So, you don't plan to rest?"
"Captain, we don't need to rest. As long as we can keep the guests entertained, it's absolutely fine to perform for one more day."
"Yes, leader, we have managed to survive with great difficulty. Now there are so many guests waiting for us to perform. We wish we could live on the stage, where we can still rest."
"We discussed it and we all think it's okay."
Everyone nodded and said, very unanimously.
Old Man Mi opened his mouth, but chose not to speak.
Snapped!
Vicki suddenly slammed the table.
The conference room suddenly became quiet.
Everyone suppressed their smiles and looked at Vicki in surprise and confusion.
"You think there's no problem?" Vicki looked at everyone with a cold face, her eyebrows already raised, and she said coldly: "I think there's a big problem!"
"Captain..." Old Man Mi whispered.
Vicki ignored him and continued: "Have you forgotten what I told you back then? A good opera singer doesn't need to please the audience. You just need to perform with your heart on the stage and leave it up to him? Why are you now? With a little attention, can you easily lose your true heart?"
Everyone's expressions changed slightly. Some people wanted to speak, but no one spoke first.
Vicky looked disappointed and said: "I have been warning you since I brought you into the industry that voice is the life of an opera singer. If you don't let your throat get the rest it deserves for the short cheers and applause in front of you, let yourself The life cycle has become short, to be honest, I am very disappointed."
Everyone's heads gradually lowered, with shame on their faces.
Although their ages vary, most are older than Vicki.
However, Vicky is their guide to becoming an opera singer, and she is also their master, allowing them to go from the bottom of society without dreams to become an opera singer who can express themselves with voice and performance.
As Vicki said, since she started in the industry, she has been telling them how to protect their voices and extend their performance cycle.
“I set the rule of taking one day off a week, just so that you can give back to the audience in a better state after a day’s rest, so that they can enjoy a truly full and excellent performance.
I understand what you are thinking, but you should be clear that what the audience likes is our wonderful performance on stage, not our perfect attendance every day. Vicki said solemnly.
Everyone had thoughtful expressions on their faces.
"Captain, we will rest according to the previous plan, and we will work hard to present a better opera to the audience." Old Man Mi stood up and said with a solemn promise.
"Yes, we won't let you down."
"We know we were wrong."
Everyone also expressed their opinions one after another and did not hold back.
A smile finally appeared on Vicki's face, she nodded slightly and said, "Okay, go back to sleep, there will be a performance tomorrow morning."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
…
Standing on the spire of the Black Cat Opera House, Vicky looked up at the moon half-covered by clouds in the sky, with a smile on her lips.
"Why are you giggling? Are you so promising?"
"I'm getting closer and closer to my dream now. Why don't you smile? I not only want to smile, but I also want to laugh... Hahaha..."
"Okay... stop laughing, I'm embarrassed."
"I want to laugh, don't cover my mouth... uh uh..."
"This is my mouth too. If I say you can't laugh, you can't laugh!"
…
A man's strange performance was staged on the top of the tower for a while.
"Do you think Mag is a bit strange?"
"Why? I think Mr. McGonagall is a very good person?"
"He is too good to be evil."
"Grandpa said that every time a period of time passes in each world, a son of the plane will be born, who will receive the greatest luck in the world. Mr. McGonagall may be such a being."
“The Son of Luck is about good luck, but what’s strange about him is his overly perfect skills.
A sword god who forcibly became a demi-god in a land abandoned by gods like Nolan Continent, can actually cook delicious dishes that can overwhelm chefs all over the world. Not only that, she can also appreciate opera and is very good at angel investment. Good business.
His copyright awareness is too advanced, his copyright operation ability is too strong, and his ability to drive consumption is even more shocking. His methods are no less than those of an excellent business operator. "
"emmm... Speaking of which, Mr. McGonagall is indeed a perfect man."
"Don't be a nymphomaniac! That's another woman's man!"
"What's the matter? It's tradition that beauties love heroes."
"Shut up! I'm not that superficial woman!"
"I am."
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!"
"Uh huh..."
…
"Tickets for the morning show of "Miss Black Cat" are on sale! The starting price is 200 copper coins per ticket. Everyone queues up to buy in an orderly manner. You can enter directly after buying the ticket. You can sit according to your seat. One ticket per show. No refunds or exchanges!" Mara Station They were shouting loudly at the entrance of the Opera House. It was only eight o'clock in the morning, and the long queue at the entrance of the Opera House had already extended to the entrance of the Titan Tavern.
Due to the popularity of the opera, ticket scalpers have begun to sell tickets for reselling in the past few days. A ticket for 200 copper coins can be sold for 500 copper coins at a time, and the price difference is higher than the ticket price itself.
So Vicki came up with a way to sell tickets and check them on the spot, and then go directly to the show to directly eliminate the scalper, the middleman, from operating space.
Of course, the disadvantage of this method is that audiences who want to watch the performance may need to queue up longer in advance.
But at present, the only way Vicki can think of is this, which at least allows audiences who want to attend the opera to buy tickets for less money.
Marla has become an official part-time employee of the Black Cat Opera Company, responsible for ticketing. Occasionally, she can play a small role without lines and stroll on stage for a while to enjoy the theater.
Of course, there is another reason why Mara is so interested. After the show, Mara can also run to the backstage of the theater and learn to sing opera from Vicky and other seniors.
Although her talent is mediocre, Mara is very interested, and the actors in the opera troupe are willing to teach her, so she is now considered a beginner, and even the voice of selling tickets is a bit longer.
"This girl, her voice is getting louder and louder..." Effie rubbed her groggy eyes and pushed open the window, looking in the direction of the Black Cat Opera Troupe with some disgust. She looked at Mara who was smiling like a miser, and the corners of her mouth were restrained. He couldn't help but raise his eyes a little, and then retracted his gaze. He was about to close the window, but he fell on a few figures in the long queue and froze.
