"The prince actor is quite handsome, but his expression is too stiff," Margaery said.
"Ah, it's him." Roland was a little surprised. "The Light Of Dawn, the First Knight of the Western Region, is now a teacher in Border Town. He's not an actor."
"Not an actor?" The businesswoman was surprised. "Then how can he go on stage?"
"We have limited manpower," he said with a smile. "Look at the other two. They are the actors who moved the props for the scene. If they were to play the prince, they would not be able to make Cinderella fall in love with them at first sight."
"… You're right."
Irene, who had changed into her costume, stood aside and watched Mey walk to Filin Eltek, put her hand on his shoulder, and dance with him. No, Filin didn't know how to dance. He was just guided by Mey's exquisite dancing skills and swayed with her steps. This part didn't appear in the rehearsal. Irene realized that this was an impromptu performance by Mey.
The elder sister tried to seduce the Prince in every possible way, but the Prince remained unmoved. He only maintained a polite conversation with her until Cinderella appeared in front of the Prince. Only then did the Prince shift his attention to this beautiful woman with bright eyes and white teeth.
Irene knew that as long as she walked over, Filin would leave Mey aside according to the script and play out the love story of him falling in love with her at first sight. However, anyone could see that her current muddle-headed appearance was not attractive to Mey at all. Why would the prince leave her, who was more beautiful and moving, and choose her, who was ordinary?
At this moment, she saw the look that Filin cast at her.
There was helplessness, comfort, encouragement, and … love.
Irene felt that the stage suddenly quieted down. The laughter, cheers, and discussions of the townspeople disappeared. Her friends in the theater also disappeared. Only Mey, Filin, and herself were left on the stage.
That's right, her acting skills were far inferior to the Star of the Western Region. So, should she just give up and admit defeat?
No, a voice in Irene's heart whispered to her. No, she wanted to continue acting. This was a rare chance for her, or rather … her last chance. If she gave up, she might not get another chance like this again, to be able to compete with such an outstanding actress on the same stage.
She also wanted to become a person like May, who could stir up the atmosphere of the audience with her every movement, and let everyone's focus gather on her.
I'm sorry, Mey.
She said in her heart.
If the prince was an actor in the theater, she wouldn't even have the courage to compete. It was almost impossible for her to defeat the Star of the West with her acting skills now.
But he wasn't. He is The Light Of Dawn, my lover, Irene thought. Please forgive me for being shameless, I don't want to lose to you in front of him.
The stage disappeared, and in front of Irene was a wheat field. The golden ears of wheat had matured and hung down heavily, swaying gently with the evening wind, waiting for people to pick them. In the distance, she could see the setting sun falling into the horizon, gilding the slowly flowing Redwater River with a layer of warm color. This was the place where they often met. In the reddish-orange sunset, the prince turned back into the Knight, who had been in love with each other for a long time.
As long as she revealed her most beautiful side in front of him, he would never be able to look away from her... This was not acting, but her true self. Irene lifted the robe that was in the way, tied a knot, and walked towards Ferlin.
Confidence returned to her heart, and everything was so natural. She walked to the Knight and smiled at Mey, who unconsciously released her hand on his shoulder.
"Can I dance with you?" she asked.
A familiar smile appeared in Filin's eyes, "Of course, Miss."
Although he wasn't as skilled as May, but under her guidance, the Knight's dance was more natural than before, and the tacit understanding between the two infected the audience. Everyone began to applaud and whistle, followed by cheers from all directions.
The noise brought Irene back to the stage. She stood on tiptoe, kissed the prince on the cheek, then pushed him away and quickly ran backstage. At the same time, the deep sound of the bell rolled over the square, echoing faintly from the distant mountains, no more, no less, exactly twelve times.
Soon, the play came to an end, and it was the final climax of the play.
The prince searched from house to house in the outer city, and finally came to Cinderella's house. At this time, the little girl had changed into a dirty gray robe, holding a broom, and was pushed aside by her sister. But her sister was still beautiful, and could also wear the crystal shoe.
"Your Highness, what are you hesitating for, I am the person you are looking for."
"No, she is not."
"You … You shut up for me!"
Although at this moment, Mey's performance was not inferior to before, and even a bit more oppressive, Irene no longer cowered. She walked out from the corner, step by step, to the center of the stage, and looked directly at the other side, revealing an unyielding and defiant look.
The audience applauded this wonderful scene.
At this moment, the witch suddenly appeared, she waved her hand, letting Cinderella put on the evening dress again.
"Your Highness, she is the person you are looking for."
Rosia forcefully tore off Irene's grey robe, revealing the evening dress underneath. Almost at the same time, her coiled hair suddenly scattered. After smoothing it out, the Cinderella who stole the prince's heart once again appeared in front of everyone with an incomparable posture.
The atmosphere of the audience exploded in an instant.
Everyone was boiling under the embrace of the prince and Cinderella, and the sound of a gun salute from outside the stage pushed the atmosphere to the climax. The long applause and cheers continued until the end of the narration, the actors bowed and left the stage, and everyone did not stop applauding.
"This is really wonderful," Margaery clapped, "I thought that the little girl would be completely overwhelmed by Mey, but I didn't expect that she would be able to come back in the end, and I don't know if it was an illusion, but her interaction with the prince was more natural than Mey's, as if … She really should be with the prince."
"It is indeed surprising," Roland nodded.Irene at the back was like a different person, it should be her own performance, so she could maintain her confidence under the aggressive Mey. In a short time, the prince turned back into her husband, and got rid of the shackles of the stage, this ability is also very good.In time, presumably, she can also become a rising star. In addition, the bell and the gun salute created by Echo were also perfect, because there was no rehearsal, Roland only told her to play freely before the play began, he did not expect the effect to surprise him.
…
Lost. Mey closed her eyes.
She tried hard to let the role of the prince be played by Filin Eltek, in order to leave a deep impression on him on the stage she was best at. She used her acting skills to completely defeat Irene, in this way to show him, the gap between Irene and herself.
For this, she did not hesitate to stay in the town for nearly a week, rehearsing the play with some actors she usually would not look at. After such a long delay, she was afraid that when she returned to Longsong Stronghold, the theater owner would not be as enthusiastic as before. And the most ridiculous thing was, even on the stage, she did not completely defeat Irene. She did not lose to the other party's acting skills, but to the other party's love.
In this case, it was time to let go.
Mey took a deep breath, changed her clothes, and took the lead to leave the preparation room with a straight face.
Just as she walked down the wooden ladder from the stage, a man suddenly came up to her.
He was also tall and handsome, wearing a shining silver armor, should be Border Town's Knight. The difference between him and The Light Of Dawn was that Filin's smile was always warm, while his raised eyebrows, narrow eyes, and thin lips seemed arrogant and indifferent.
"What's the matter?" Mey frowned.