Time passed very quickly, and the practice time before the official start of the performance disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the day of the official start of the performance came.
In the last few days, after Lu Qing's hard training and study, her basic dance skills finally increased from 60% to 80%.
Basic singing has completed the last 20% of the progress bar and has become a white quality skill in Lu Qing's skill bar.
Apart from this, there are no changes to other skills. After all, human energy is limited, and the rapid growth of other skills must require the sacrifice of the proficiency growth of several other skills.
"Wow"
Fang Qingrou, Lu Qing and others hid behind the stage, using the dim light of the stage to secretly look under the stage. They saw that the place below was already full of people. Men and women from all over the city were sitting in their respective seats.
They were discussing with each other on the chairs.
"There are so many people here." Fang Qingrou said nervously.
Seeing the other party's nervousness, Lu Qing gently patted Fang Qingrou's back with her hand and said:
"Just relax and perform as per the rehearsal."
Feeling the heat on her back, Fang Qingrou relaxed a lot. She turned her head to look at Lu Qing and asked curiously:
"Little deer, aren't you nervous?"
"I must be nervous. I have never performed in front of so many people." Lu Qing said.
I vaguely remember that when I was in school in my previous life, I would be very nervous when introducing myself in front of more than fifty people in the class, let alone the current situation.
However, it seems that it is because the mental attributes mentioned earlier came into play at this time. Although Lu Qing can feel the tension in his heart, he will not be disturbed by the nervous emotions.
Gently stroking the flying knife hidden inside her clothes with her hand, the cold touch made Lu Qing gradually calm down.
At the same time, below the stage, the old man walked into the opera house and quickly found the location of the ticket in his hand.
The first row is close to the middle, where you can clearly see everything on the stage.
After all, he is a former general of the empire, so it is very easy to get this special ticket.
The performance had not yet started. The old man looked around and found that sitting next to him was a young man who looked very quiet.
If Lu Qing were here, he would find that this young man was the administrator who was responsible for managing the counter at the door.
As a ticket seller, the administrator has of course prepared his own tickets a long time ago. Although it feels like a bit of abuse of power, the above always turn a blind eye to this kind of thing.
Anyway, it's just a position, and no one will be idle enough to go to the administrator for such a trivial matter.
After thinking for a while, the old man looked at the young man and asked:
"Young man, let me ask you a question, do you think the opera is good?"
"Ah?" The young man didn't react for a moment. He turned to look at the old man and asked, "Are you asking me?"
"If I'm not asking you, then why should I look at you?" the old man said angrily.
"Oh, okay, you are right." After a pause, the young man said:
"Then if I don't think the opera is good, why am I sitting here?"
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After a moment of silence, the old man said seriously:
"Young man, I think you should learn how to respect the elderly."
"Uh." The young man was stunned for a moment, and then said seriously: "I don't think I have any disrespect for you."
"Okay, let's not talk about this topic for now. Can you seriously answer the question I just asked?" The old man waved his hand and said:
"I really want to know why you like opera."
"Why........"
The young man pondered for a moment and said, "Maybe you will know why after watching this opera."
The old man did not expect that the young man's answer would be like this. He glanced at the young man and felt that he would not be able to ask anything else from this person, so he could only change the question and continue:
"Then what do you think...well, what kind of person is Ms. Shanara?"
Hearing what the old man said, the young man glanced at the other man in surprise, and guessed in his mind: "Does this old man know that I am a staff member? That's not right, I'm not wearing work clothes either?"
With this thought in his mind, the young man said:
"He seems to be a very cold person, and he seems to be afraid to approach him. By the way, he is very talented, otherwise he would not be able to write so many famous opera librettos."
"I remember that a reporter interviewed her before and asked her why she wanted to be an opera director. Ms. Shanali said at that time that it was for her dream."
"Dream." After hearing the young man's words, the old man fell into memories.
He knew very well that Shanara liked opera. As for why she liked opera so much, the old man was not very clear.
As for whether the old man hates opera, the answer is no.
He didn't hate this kind of thing that appeared in peaceful times and was used for pleasure. After all, wasn't it because they fought bloody battles so that future generations could live in this kind of environment?
The reason why I hate it is just because my granddaughter wants to become an opera director.
He also knew that the work of an opera director was not only very tiring, but also very difficult to become famous.
Especially in the beginning, when there is no capital, it is really difficult to find people to invest with an excellent script.
He didn't want his granddaughter to do such a tiring and thankless thing, so naturally he strongly opposed it.
As a result, Shanara ran away from home, and this happened for several years.
To be honest, when the old man saw the news of his granddaughter becoming famous in the newspaper for the first time, he was quite happy and looked forward to when he would come back.
After finally waiting for the performance in Fenghua City, the old man was actually ready to receive his granddaughter, but after waiting for more than half a month, he couldn't even see her.
This made him angry, because he didn't want to take the initiative to go over because of his face, so the matter became a stalemate.
"Alas." Sighing, the old man thought in his heart:
"At least you're famous, so it's not too bad."
Looking towards the top of the stage, the old man unknowingly recalled what happened when he was young.
"I must join the army. As long as I become a soldier, my family's living expenses will be completely enough!"
"No, it's too dangerous! Do you know how high the mortality rate is if you join the army?"
"Of course I know that if I die, the pension will be completely enough!"
"Shut up, don't say such unlucky words!"
........
The memory gradually faded, and the old man's eyes regained their clarity. Amidst bursts of applause, a lady with blond hair in a dark red dress walked to the center of the stage.
The old man recognized at a glance that the familiar yet unfamiliar girl in front of him was his granddaughter, Shanara.
Shanara, who walked up to the stage, also saw the old man sitting in the first row at a glance.
The two people's eyes collided at this moment, and then separated in tacit understanding.
A happy smile appeared on Shanara's lips, causing countless young people in the audience to feel excited...