[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

On the evening of April 4, the Liceu Grand Theater was brightly lit and full of voices.

"Ah, what should I do! The performance is about to start, the performance is about to start..." Bizet was so nervous that he wiped his sweat desperately, his hand holding the handkerchief trembled, and he paced back and forth anxiously in the background.

"Don't worry, Mr. Bizet."

Joy quickly comforted the overly nervous composer, "You have come to Carmen's hometown, and her compatriots will not let you down."

Bizet smiled weakly: "Your Highness, I really don't know how to express my gratitude... You at least gave me another chance, I should be content."

He sighed a long time: "Even if the performance is not popular this time, at least this work has been performed in Spain. I should be satisfied even if I die."

Joey just didn't know how to comfort him.

Perhaps it was because this proud man had received too many flowers and applause in the first half of his life, but now the blow of a failed performance is almost devastating.

"Mr. Bizet, you really don't have to think like this. People in Paris can't understand its greatness, it's just because the opera is so innovative that it's normal for people to be unable to accept it for a while."

"You have to be patient and wait for this era to catch up with you."

This is an era of rapid change.Bizei is not the only artist who runs faster than the times.

"The actor's replacement costumes are all ready." Laura walked over happily rubbing her hands.

"The zipper is really a good thing, thanks to you, Your Highness! According to your suggestion, I have already prepared the same style of finished clothes in the clothing store in Plaza Aragon. To be honest, I am also very nervous."

"Don't worry." Joey smiled resolutely, "All the girls will thank you for leading the trend of clothes that don't need to wear a waist."

"You are looking more and more like a princess now, Your Highness." Sarasate smiled and stretched out her hand, pinching off a feather stuck to the brim of her white hat.

"I've always been like that," Joey said triumphantly.

"Look over there—" Laura poked her suddenly.

Joey looked in the direction she indicated.

The gorgeous lights pass through the sparkling long satin and velvet cloth, and the clear beam of light hangs down, reflecting a hazy halo in the slowly floating fluff and dust.

The extraordinarily slender figure in a black tuxedo leaned against the doorway, unconsciously tugging at the neckline with his fingers—the owner of this dress probably wasn't used to such a formal dress.

He lowered his eyelashes carelessly, and the light falling from overhead cast a shadow on the eyelashes, hiding those light blue eyes.

It doesn't seem to be looking at this side.

Joy was elated immediately, picked up the hem of her skirt and tiptoed over.

"Sir, are you waiting for someone?" She asked with a smile.

"Just wandering around." Antonio turned mercilessly.

They did her a big favor just now, and Joey didn't feel angry at all, and happily followed behind, "It's agreed to go directly to the auditorium. Why do you still have to come backstage?"

She was in a very good mood, and she couldn't help but feel a little carried away: "Did you miss me? Just tell me if you miss me. There is nothing embarrassing about it."

The man in front stopped suddenly, and Joey almost bumped into him.

"Do you have to go to a place where there are so many men in the background?"

what?

"There are a lot of women there too." Joy raised his head and retorted inexplicably.

It's not like she hasn't run to crowded places.

In fact, she is always busy, not to mention being busy arranging art exhibitions and advising on costumes and sets for operas recently. Even in the past, she often went to crowded places.

Antonio has never said anything before, why was he suddenly stimulated tonight?

At this time, he suddenly bent down and held her shoulder to look at her.

This happened to be the corridor from the back stage to the auditorium, and the lights were a little dim.

But he got so close that Joey subconsciously held his breath.

Antonio just looked at her so steadily and didn't speak.

...Joy wondered.

Is this comparing who can't help laughing first?

If he doesn't speak, she doesn't speak either.

She let him see it openly, and at the same time went to see him openly.

The original light blue pupils were as clear and bright as lake water in the sun, but under the dim light at this moment, it turned into a deeper color, like the azure starry sky where the Milky Way flows.

The thick eyelashes are well-defined, long and curled.

Joey suddenly reached out.

The field of vision was suddenly covered by a close shadow, and Antonio closed his eyes subconsciously.

There was a slight itchy touch in the eyes, and at the same time there was a pleasant laughter.

"Antonio, I noticed that your eyelashes are chestnut brown, the same color as your hair!"

Antonio:"……"

He grabbed the hand that was flicking his eyelashes and dragged her straight to the auditorium without saying a word.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the Liceu Theater!"

"Today, we are very honored—what everyone will enjoy is the premiere of "Carmen" in Spain. Her Royal Highness Princess Rose attended in person. We even invited the author of this work, Mr. Georges Bizet."

Amidst the warm applause, Joey raised his head and glanced at Bizet.

The fat, tall Frenchman bowed his body and buried his head in his palms, squeezed into the not-so-ample seat, looking extremely embarrassed.He seemed to regret the attendance very much.

Joey: "..."

Forget it, just wait until the show is over.

Amid the applause that gradually quieted down, the wine-red curtain slowly opened, and the stage was full of busy people. This is the bustling square in the town of Seville.

The crowds are crowded, and everything is fleeting, until the female workers of the tobacco factory file out, and Carmen in the red dress appears.

The provocative drumbeat of the Habanera dance sounded, as if hitting people's hearts lightly and heavily.

All eyes were on her, and time froze at this moment.

The copper-skinned gypsy girl has slender and amorous eyes, and her knife-like long hair radiates a dark green luster like the tail feathers of a blue sandbird, spreading over a flame-like red dress.

This skirt does not have a huge bell-shaped skirt. The natural curve hangs down the waist, is slightly gathered at the knees, and there are layers of lotus leaf lace blooming at the ankles. With Carmen's graceful dance steps, it is like fireworks. Brilliant red shadow.

Carmen opened and closed her red lips and sang "Love is a Free Bird".

The huge Liceu Grand Theater was surprisingly quiet, and everyone couldn't help staring at the stage.

In an age of entertainment scarcity, there is no better pastime than opera, a performance that combines music, dance, and storytelling.

Not even Joey—

Of course, she was looking at the effect of the stage set that she participated in designing.

In operas of this era, set and stage design generally strive to restore the set realistically.

And Joey added a little exaggeration to it, and complex lighting with higher contrast between the different acts.

The busy and bustling square in the Prelude deserves a bright set, and Carmen, sitting on the lap of a dragoon and singing flirtatious ballads, should not be overwhelmed by any other backdrop.

She is not a rebellious artist, not innovative for innovation's sake.

This kind of stage design is to better present the plot, and it also needs to match the costumes of the actors.

She wants to blur the boundary between the stage and reality, so that the audience in the audience forget the reality and immerse themselves in this hearty story.

In today's Barcelona, ​​people need this kind of bold, unrestrained emotional catharsis.

"When will you fall in love with us?" the men were asking Carmen.

Carmen, the beautiful and dangerous Carmen holding a cigarette, teased everyone frivolously: "When will I love you? How do I know."

"Maybe tomorrow," she raised the man's chin, "maybe never."

She suddenly laughed, provocatively and cruelly: "Of course not."

In the gorgeous music, the gypsy girl played with the man effortlessly in the scorching sun of Andalusia, seduced the dragoons to release herself from prison, and became the boss of the smuggling gang.

The dragoons, distraught and imprisoned for her, come to her, only to find that she has fallen in love with the heroic bullfighter.

Therefore, when Carmen clearly told him that he had changed his mind, the dragoon was overwhelmed by the madness of hatred, drew his knife and killed his beloved woman.

When Joey watched the complete rehearsal of the opera for the first time, he finally understood why this opera caused so much controversy.

To be honest, those provocative statements, such a heroine who is hard to be regarded as a positive, coupled with the tragic ending, even in her era, there must be abusive comments.

Not to mention in this era of romantic opera.

The operas of this era were basically grand operas and comic operas. Grand operas sang serious epics and history and presented grand scenes; comic operas were divided into lyric operas and operettas, which were often light-hearted and humorous plots.

Operas must have profound connotations, an elegant atmosphere, and a festive and happy ending. They are objects for dignitaries to express their elegant taste.

There has never been a diva like this.

There has never been such a shocking and hateful ending.

Carmen is not a good person, she is not kind, she is not loyal.

She cheated, fought, and changed her mind.

All the qualities that are admired in traditional theater can't be seen in her.

But she is so beautiful.

It is an unbelievably wild beauty, free, seductive, and dangerous.

This is a kind of beauty that cannot be tolerated by morality. Its existence itself is a kind of threat, a kind of provocation to the times——

Because it represents irresistible change.

"I ask one last time, the devil—will you come with me?"

The desperate dragoon asks the Wicked Maid one last time.

Carmen shook off her long unkempt hair, and replied without hesitation: "Kill me, or let me go!"

He finally killed her.

"I killed Carmen...my favorite Carmen!"

The dragoons wailed amidst the glorious ending of "Song of the Matador" in the background, and the opera slowly came to an end.

There was an astonishing silence in the hall.

Bizet lowered his head and silently hugged himself tightly.

He cried too much while drinking wine while blowing wind on the rooftop, and now he can't cry anymore.

But it's all so familiar.

He clearly remembers that at the premiere in Paris on March [-], the last scene was met with a cold reception from beginning to end.

It was unprecedented indifference in the auditorium of an opera house.

For more than a month, that silent fear has penetrated into the bone marrow.

Night after night, he dreamed that he was standing on a huge stage with pale lights, and found that all the musical instruments could not play the piano sound, and the actors in costumes sang loudly, but there was no singing at all.

It wasn't until he turned around in panic and faced the audience that he suddenly realized that all the audience were sitting quietly in their positions, looking at him expressionlessly.

No one moved, no one applauded, the audience was dead silent.

But their scornful gazes told him naked|nakedly that what you wrote was utter rubbish.

Yep, he's trash.Than only think.

His existence is worth less than the green mold in stinking blue cheese.

boom!

The loud noise like an earthquake suddenly shook the world, and Bi Cai almost jumped up in fright——

night.white light.Silent stage, indifferent audience...

The grotesque scene shrinks in an instant, like a ship capsized into the water in a shipwreck, and suddenly disappears into the darkness.

The bright light and the loud noise suddenly surrounded him, and Bizet was startled, only to find that several people were chattering around him, making him have a splitting headache.

But their voices still couldn't cover the deafening background sound——

That was the thunderous applause and applause from all the audience standing up in the magnificent hall.

Bizet was transfixed as if he had been cast with a holding spell.

"Mr. Bizet, let me just ask," Joey's angry and funny voice pushed aside the stormy cheers and got into his ears.

"What kind of experience is it to fall asleep at the premiere of one's own work and almost miss the thank you on stage?"

The author has something to say: I was wrong!I just found out that I forgot to set the release time when I threw away the manuscript box!

Fortunately, I didn't miss this day... orz