jdhmnovel Chapter 227 I Have My Own Considerations
Chapter 227 I Have My Own Considerations
Ave Mujica’s debut performance is called “Puppet Banquet”. Since it is a banquet, it must include dinner... well, just a boxed lunch, and each person can pick one up with their ticket at the ticket office.
But this is also quite unexpected. Although it is impossible to fill all 14,000 seats, it is still nearly 5,000 people. If dinner is included, it will be a huge expense. Can 6,000 yen per ticket really make a profit?
Thinking of this, Baihe Sanhui opened the lid of his lunch box - three dishes and a soup, all pre-prepared dishes. The freshest thing might be the bamboo chopsticks in his hand, at least the production date of last month was written on the packaging.
When Baihe Sanhui thought about traveling thousands of miles from his hometown to a developed country to eat a meal worth about RMB 300, he couldn't help laughing.
However, the environment inside the martial arts hall is still very good, which is very consistent with the stage play style of this performance. The black and red gauze curtains, the Broadway-like stage curtains, and the bright white birch floor form an exquisite visual contrast.
Even the backs of the seats in the audience were printed with words of praise from the choir with religious connotations.
"Let that day be dark, let no light shine upon it; let clouds and the shadow of death take possession of it..."
Xiangzi unconsciously began to slowly recite the words engraved on the back of the chair in front of him, and strange and complicated thoughts arose in his mind... Chuhua must have a hard time staying in this firm. Now that he has met a charlatan boss, will he be proselytized every day on his way to and from get off work?
"Well, the person who designed this show has surprisingly good taste. It has a strong religious atmosphere and is quite unique."
That brings me back to the point.
The doctor said so, so the boss of this firm must be a very gentle person. After all, he has been deeply influenced by religious humanities.
As for Xiao Rencai, who was busy eating, and Taoxiang, who was still a little dizzy from her hangover, they didn't notice that there was something printed in front of them. Even if they saw it...ah, they saw it.
"Momoka, what does it say?"
"I don't know, maybe it's in English?"
The two of them didn't go to school, that's Latin - Baihe Sanhui and Xiangzi looked at each other speechlessly. The unique sense of superiority of intellectuals after monopolizing knowledge made these two geniuses suddenly pretend, with their backs straight, thighs dignified, necks straight, and their expressions full of disdain.
I didn't realize that these two active fans who don't go to school theoretically have more than I do.
The curtain on the stage has not been drawn yet, and the props and scenes on the stage are still being set up. In addition to the paper model castle windows, the temporary spiral staircase and some small details, there are five puppets of different shapes standing in different positions. I think these are the positions where Ave Mujica will stand when they appear on stage two hours later.
The backstage is temporarily inaccessible. Although Baihe Sanhui has an internal invitation letter with a special number, it seems that it is not open to the public due to some temporary matters. The agent is standing guard at the door of the lounge and not letting anyone in.
According to Kita, when he was at the door, he vaguely heard the sound of an electric guitar coming from inside. It was harsh and continuous, and after a short pause, it became more organized.
I guess that little bastard Mortis was taught a lesson by Chuhua again.
It's already five o'clock in the afternoon. Let's take a short rest for two hours and then get ready to watch the show.
……
"Haizi...Timoris, what did you ask me to do here?"
In an empty corner of a safety passage, Hai Ling pulled Miao Meng for a long time before stopping. They stopped at the corner of a staircase and looked at each other.
Although there are still two hours before the performance starts, Chuhua is still working hard with Xiaomu to grasp the rhythm of the song... Although this is a common problem for Xiaomu, it is somewhat uncomfortable to play the drums without someone to help him grasp the rhythm.
Hailing is different, she has her own rhythm.
However, this time is very good to use for makeup and changing clothes, especially the clothes arranged by the agency. That sparkling pearl necklace and ruby are so beautiful. I will never get tired of playing with it.
"Buying you some coffee."
Hai Ling didn't say anything in the face of Miao Meng's somewhat confused and silly look, but simply handed over a cup of coconut milk latte, which was thickened with sugar and milk. It looked more like raw milk than coffee.
"Drink it first and I'll talk."
I hope she didn’t drug it... Miao Meng was speechless. After thinking carefully about it and realizing that she hadn’t done anything to offend Hai Ling these days, she took a sip cautiously... Well, it tasted pretty good.
"Okay, Timoris, tell me the story."
Unexpectedly, Hai Ling was unceremonious and directly pulled a pink figure with a guitar bag up from the landing at the bottom of the stairs. What a cute little guy, I felt like I had seen him somewhere... Maybe in the small park downstairs? The little cutie who played guitar with Xiao Mu?
"She was the guitarist I found, and Amoris introduced her to Doloris."
“Huh?”
The drummer stood at attention. What kind of a request is this? Haizi, are you crazy? Are you being righteous towards Xiaomu?
But after all, they were in front of a stranger, who was a cute girl, so Miao Meng was too embarrassed to lose his temper. He just held Hai Ling's hand, put their heads together, and the purple head began to secretly curse the black head.
"Timoris, did you accept money from other bands? Why would you do such a thing? Do you know that Xiaomu will be sad!?"
Hai Ling didn't feel anything about this and just continued to stick to her opinion.
"I have my own considerations. Can Amoris help me?"
After taking a look at the pink-haired girl who was vibrating at an infrasonic frequency as if she was trying to remove the dust from her phone, Miao Meng shook her head decisively.
"impossible!"
"You drank my coffee, you need to help."
So you're waiting for me here, Haizi! You're always asking for favors and then you're asking for favors!
However, Hailing was still willing to explain a little. After thinking for a while, she took the pink-haired girl's hand and walked in front of Miaomeng who was breathing heavily.
"Please introduce yourself."
"Um... My name is Luna, my real name is Goto Ichiri... desu."
Luna?
Endless crychic's Luna? So, did Haizi take cyeagha's money and plant this pink-haired socially anxious person here as our spy? Or is it that they're actually about to disband, and cyeagha is worried about this guy, so they've entrusted him to Haizi?
It’s not a problem to take care of the child a little. The dead are the greatest, and so is the band.
For a moment, Miao Meng's thoughts were in a mess, and he stopped breathing and listened quietly to Hai Ling's explanation.
"Mu is a good friend of theirs. His guitar skills shouldn't be like this, and neither should his personality."
Since he is Mu’s good friend, he is one of ours, so Miao Meng doesn’t mind calling each other by their real names.
"So? I'm going to tell Chuhua directly that this guy is the guitarist you found, Haizi? To replace Xiaomu?"
Hailing shook her head and handed her fair little hand to Miaomeng.
"No need. Just let Chuhua and Xiaomu know about her. There's no need to say anything else."
After saying that, Hai Ling naturally took the coffee from Miao Meng's hand with a stunned expression. There was still half a cup left, so she didn't hesitate. She changed the direction of the straw and took a sip with an expressionless face. After feeling the sweetness, she slightly raised the corners of her mouth.
"Also, Meow Meng, remember to ask her to introduce herself—"
Speaking of this, Miao Meng suddenly felt that Hai Ling's eyes seemed to have a deep meaning.
"Introduce yourself the way a guitarist would."