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Rocca fell on his back, lying sprawled on the stage, and Hamlet died.

The actor who played Horatio caressed his 'corpse', "Oh, a noble heart is broken, good night, dear prince! Angels sing to see you off, rest in peace!"

At the end of the performance, the curtain of the small theater slowly fell.

clap clap clap!

Dozens of audience members stood up and applauded.

The lights on the scene came on, and all the actors on the stage walked to the front of the curtain.

Four performance teachers sat in the front auditorium under the stage, and they began to evaluate the performance of the student actors.

"The performance of all the students is very good. Compared with the last performance, they have made great progress."

One of the middle-aged female teachers with a cold face said.

"Thank you, Teacher Niya!"

Roca and the five classmates bowed slightly to thank them.

"Roca!"

Teacher Niya looked at him, "Your performance is very spiritual and emotional."

"But what?"

At this time, a middle-aged teacher with a beard spoke up. It was Roca's acting teacher Rose.

"Ross, shut up, this is me commenting!"

Teacher Niya said dissatisfiedly.

"Haha, okay, okay!"

Ross spread his hands.

"Humph!"

Teacher Niya glanced at him, then turned to look at the stage, "Roka, there is a big problem with your performance, do you know the role of body language?"

Roca nodded, "Body language can supplement the lack of lines, and at the same time can drive your own emotions."

"Yes, but your body is too stiff and your body language is too little, which leads to your lack of fullness of emotion. The end result is that your performance lacks contagion and explosiveness, do you understand?"

"I understand, thank you Teacher Niya!"

"Ok!"

Teacher Niya nodded, and glanced at Rose next to her, "But it's not your fault, you chose the wrong acting teacher. I suggest you choose Teacher Albert, it will be more helpful to you."

"Hey, Niya, you can't do this"

Ross complained dissatisfied.

"Heh~, did I say something wrong?"

Niya gave him a disgusted look, and continued to comment on the next one, "Kyle, your shortcoming is in your lines. Your lines are terrible. Fortunately, you didn't choose Ross, otherwise your lines would be even worse."

Teacher Niya continued to comment sharply, and Rose next to him had a stinky face.

Roca looked at it and smiled lightly. His acting teacher was good at everything else, but he was a little sloppy, and now he was punished.

After the performance, he came to the performance hall and found Ross who was rehearsing.

"Hi~Mr. Ross, I probably won't be able to attend your class for a while."

"Wow~, why is that?"

Rose asked in surprise, "Is it because of Niya's words, oh, you can't listen to her, Albert is Italian, his body language is very rich, but his teaching level is very average"

"No, Mr. Ross, you misunderstood, I didn't want to change the teacher"

Roca spread his hands and smiled.

"Oh, why?"

"I'm going to Hollywood for an audition this weekend and I'm sure I'll land a big role"

"Is that right?"

Ross breathed a sigh of relief, patted his shoulder and said, "Rocca, your appearance is very good, maybe Hollywood is more suitable for your development, I hope you can become a big star soon."

"haha, thank you!"

"But if you go back to New York, you should continue to take acting lessons. I still have a lot of tricks that I haven't had time to teach you."

"Uh~, well Mr. Ross, I'll remember"

Rocca smiled and waved away from the school.

It was more than five o'clock in the afternoon, and it was almost time to get off work. The vehicles on the streets of Manhattan gradually became denser, stopping and going all the way, and it took half an hour for the Ford car to enter the quiet 76th Street.

"Kate, I'm back!"

Rocca opened the apartment door and walked into the main living room.

The light in the living room is bright, and there is a faint fragrance floating in the air. It is a fragrance mixed with roses and ylang-ylang flowers, and the freshness is intertwined with a sexy taste.

A 55-inch TV on the counter is showing today's news.

The US-Iraq war is approaching, and there is a wave of anti-war waves across the United States. Location reporters are shuttling through major cities in every state in the United States, using cameras to record the scenes of anti-war demonstrations in various places, which is a mess.

"Roca, you're back!"

Kate walked out wearing a cartoon apron and carrying a white tray, and there was a spicy smell in the living room.

"Wow~, beef noodles?"

Roca asked in surprise.

"Yes!"

Kate put the tray down on the dining table.

The plate contains a steaming beef noodles, red pepper, green celery, evenly thick beef, and spiral spaghetti.

She pulled back her hair hanging from her ears and said with a smile, "I found that you seem to like noodles very much, so I made a black pepper beef pasta. How about you try it?"