Agnes clapped as the two figures on the stage stopped singing.
"Madam, you..." The heroine on the stage turned to the direction of Agnes with a slightly stiff posture, and there was still a sense of singing in her tone.
"A very good and outstanding performance, maybe you still need a violinist to cooperate with you during the rehearsal?" Agnes said in a tone that could not be denied, "After all, without musical accompaniment, your perfect singing voice is always There was a bit of a flaw left, and it didn’t look like the musicians were prepared to put in some extra work for the theatre.”
Agnes blinked her eyes and said with a smile: "Don't worry, my violin skills are not too bad, and I'm not going to charge any money."
The heroine swallowed back her words of rejection and nodded dumbly.
"Okay...okay, thank you, ma'am," she said, looking a little flustered.
"Please follow me." The heroine turned around, kicked her right foot forward first, and landed diagonally on the ground with her toes. Then she chased her right foot with her left foot, using a posture that was almost effortless. The opposite posture to her right foot landed in front of her left foot, and her upper body was almost completely maintained during the whole process. Her lower jaw maintained an almost leering posture looking down at the front, but her wide and fluffy skirt was in front of her. It obviously floated upwards with her movements, and then slowly fell to the ground after she stopped.
The whole action was done completely subconsciously. After completing this action, the heroine seemed to remember something and her body stiffened.
"Let's go," Agnes was already following her and said in a tone that could be called a joke: "Are you going to take me to see your manager? Or just find a piano?"
Lunn, on the other hand, sat motionless, staring boredly at another figure on the stage who did not move at all.
The heroine's posture became stiffer for a moment, and then she said in a less fluent voice: "I...I think I can just find a piano...I can tell Mr. Brightman tomorrow. Already..."
Agnes raised her eyebrows and put the wide-brimmed hat in her hand on her head at an angle.
"Then I hope I can pass the interview with you today, Miss." Agnes said with a slight smile.
The heroine's posture seemed to be getting stiffer and stiffer. She took steps almost as if she were running away. Her steps, which were much lighter than those of ordinary people, looked almost effortless under her feet.
Agnes raised the corner of her mouth and followed casually, staring closely at the heroine's steps, vaguely thoughtful.
...
"I don't think our goal should be this room." Agnes said to the heroine with a smile.
They had just stopped in a slightly messy room. There were some rusty iron chains tied to the door, but the door to the entire room was very clean, with no dust visible.
"That's right, it's not here." The heroine said in a panic. She continued to take her steps, and stopped at a slightly wider doorway with a slightly chaotic pace.
She reached out her hand and gently pushed open the door to the room.
What comes into view are the fluffy and straight skirts hanging in the air like lace parasols. Two crisscrossing metal rods are underneath the skirts, connecting the two opposite rows of somewhat old wooden cabinets. Under the metal cabinets, there was a little dust on the hangers filled with various costumes.
The heroine walked straight to a wooden cabinet behind the clothes rack and carefully took out a slightly old-looking piano case from inside.
"This is Mr. Streis's violin. It has not been used for a long time." She carefully handed the piano case to Agnes's hand, raised her head and said in a very serious tone.
Her brown eyes stared closely at Agnes. Agnes suddenly realized that maybe it was due to the makeup, but the heroine's eyes looked a little too big, which made people feel uncomfortable.
Agnes nodded, carefully placed the piano case on the long table in the middle of the room, and opened the piano case.
"This piano is well maintained." Agnes raised her head and looked at the heroine.
The body of the instrument, which has been coated with white wax and polished with velvet cloth, looks very comfortable. The strings are not rusty at all, and the saddles are also very straight.
The heroine nodded without any reaction.
Agnes lowered her head and installed the piano base, carefully put rosin on the bow, picked up the piano and played it twice casually.
"It's just that the tune isn't quite right, but that's normal." Agnes sat down on a chair beside her with the piano in a good mood, and carefully corrected the attack note.
The heroine stood aside and watched Agnes's movements closely. She faced Agnes in an extremely upright posture, with her waist straight and her shoulders pulled downwards, making her look very tight. .
"Let's go out and try." Agnes stood up, held the piano between her chin and left shoulder, played a smooth and clear scale, put it down, and looked at the heroine with a smile.
The heroine nodded, said nothing, and walked out with her light steps.
"Let's play a part." Agnes stood in the orchestra pit, winked at the heroine, and signaled.
The heroine thought for a moment, relaxed her body slightly, and her eyes were a little sad.
"Think of me with tenderness,"
"When we are already separated,"
"Promise me you'll try,"
"When you find out again,"
"You long for letting go and relief,"
"If you ever have a moment of leisure,"
Agnes's piano sound caught up with the heroine's soothing and smooth singing voice, and together they resounded in the hall.
"We never said that,"
"Love will remain evergreen,"
"Or as if the sea never moved,"
"…never one day,"
"I don't miss you."
"Who is this?"
The figure standing on the other side of the stage almost perfectly connected with the heroine's singing voice. Agnes seemed to be playing her own music with devotion, but her eyes were always following the two people on the stage.
"What a change!"
"There is no trace of the naive little girl in me anymore,"
"She probably doesn't remember me,"
"But I remember her."
"We never said that,"
The heroine picked up her own arias with ease, showing off her skills in a subtle way.
"...You will remember me eventually!"
"Perfect!" Agnes put down her piano and looked at the heroine.
The heroine looked much calmer than before, and she saluted Agnes with a generous gesture.
"You're cooperating very well, ma'am."
"I know." Agnes jumped out of the orchestra pit with the piano and stood on the stage.
"Of course, Miss Sarah Strais has always mesmerized people with her intoxicating and heavenly singing voice." Lunn turned his head and said to Agnes jokingly.
The heroine's body seemed to stiffen for a moment, and then she shrugged as if she was a little embarrassed. She curved the corners of her mouth and said to Agnes: "Madam, please call me Sarah."
She paused, looked at Agnes and asked seriously: "What shall I call you, ma'am?"
