dessert and music

"This is not just a music hall."

Christine was called out by Mrs. Geary early this morning.Hilda could guess that Christine had been called to rehearse The Triumph of Don Juan.

She got out of bed with bare feet and opened the curtains, reaching out to push the window open.

The room suddenly became brighter. Hilda moved a sofa chair and sat in front of the window watching the people walking below.

Paris is still so lively today. Looking at the crowds in the street, she thought of the bakery on the corner again.She seemed to be able to smell the sweet and creamy aroma of the bakery accompanied by the rich aroma of chocolate in the fresh air this morning.

If only everything was still the same.

She looked at the endless stream of people under the window. As expected, the streets near the Paris Opera House were always so lively no matter what time of day it was.Children's laughter, women's chatting, neighbors' greetings... Hilda smiled unknowingly amidst the laughter.

"I'm afraid half Paris will be bombed."

The words Daroga had said to her suddenly popped into her mind.

Will such a beautiful Paris, full of life, be destroyed?She stood up and closed the window, then sat back on the bed.She admitted that she thought Daloga was exaggerating the amount of explosives in the basement, but she believed it anyway.

Hilda went to the door and turned the handle, only to find that the door was unlocked.She opened the door and walked out of the room.

——When she closed the door, the full-length mirror in the room was opened.

Hilda walked briskly down the stairs to the auditorium on the first floor, and it turned out that the theater was rehearsing.

Kristen was wearing a pink dress with a large skirt, her blond hair was still thrown back as usual, she stood behind the red curtain on the left side of the stage, and glanced at the brown-haired girl in the audience.And Hilda also saw Christine on the stage at this time.

"Oh, I don't think she can sing very well, right? Two managers." Carlotta came out from the other side of the stage, waving a fan in her hand, and said to the managers in the audience, "Someone can sing better than her." good.".At this time, Meg in a tutu jumped out from the other side and said, "Christine's singing skills are certainly not as good as yours—after all, I don't think anyone in Paris can sing that croak easily."

Meg's words immediately made Carlotta anxious. She blushed, closed her fan, pointed it at Christine who was quiet beside her, and shouted fiercely, "She can't take part!"

"Christine's participation is the author's arrangement." Mrs. Geary stood up and said to everyone. "Huh, the author? Is he here?" Carlotta opened the fan and covered her mouth to practice her voice when she heard what Mrs. Giri said.

Madame Giry saw that Carlotta was not impressed, so she shouted again: "The author has been here! He is in the theater!"

At this time, the large chandelier over the theater shook a few times, and the lights flashed several times in a row—the new chandelier was more delicate than the previous one, and its volume was also much larger than the previous one.

The sudden change of light made Carlotta tremble all over, and she sat back on the chair and calmed down.Seeing that Carlotta didn't speak any more, Mrs. Giri pulled Meg who was standing beside Christine and left.

The two managers in the audience nodded to the conductor to let them continue rehearsing.

At this time, Hilda also walked up from the stage to find Christine who was a little distressed. "How are you preparing?" "Ah? You mean "The Triumph of Don Juan"?" Christine straightened her costume and said to Hilda, "I don't understand why this scene was written like that. "

Hilda looked at the notebook in Christine's hand, and Christine pointed to one of the scenes and said, "This interaction...I really don't know how to do it well...even though I am an opera singer now." Hilda Only then did she know what Christine was struggling to understand just now. She looked at some actions marked on the script. Would it be a bit too mature for a 16-year-old girl to do it.

"You should probably consider casting Don Juan as the Viscount Chaney, though that probably won't work," she commented appropriately.Christine pointed at her chin with her finger, thought for a while and said, "You can try it, but when you get on stage, you'll get into the show, and it will be done naturally." "That's true."

Meg ran over again at this time, and she said to Christine excitedly: "The viscount is looking for you again, Christine!" "It's Raul!" Christine's eyes lit up, and she A quick thank you to Meg, waved to them both, and ran off.

Seeing that there was no one to talk to, Hilda also said goodbye to Meg and was ready to go back to her room.

When she passed by the stairs, she seemed to hear a voice like Viscount Shani saying ambush, kill and other words, and she leaned against the wall to find that voice.

Sure enough, it was Viscount Shani and Christine.Viscount Shani's expression was a little excited at this moment, and he put his hands on Christine's shoulders, waiting for her answer.After a while, Christine said, "No... I don't want to do that." "But you are not only hurting yourself, you are torturing me!" Viscount Shani was very pleased with this answer. Dissatisfied, he shouted excitedly. . "I said, I don't want to do that." Christine raised her hand and patted Viscount Shani's hand on her shoulder, turned around and went out through another opening.

Viscount Shani didn't expect Christine to leave. This time he didn't chase Christine, but went down the stairs and left.

Hilda frowned and listened to their conversation. From these few short sentences, she seemed to be able to guess what kind of plan it was.Viscount Raul himself was very satisfied with this plan, but Christine immediately denied it.

Hilda was leaning against the wall and was lost in thought when a voice suddenly came from behind her——

"The habit of eavesdropping is not good." It came from the wall.Hilda saw a gap in the wall around the corner and knew immediately who the voice belonged to.She walked over and pushed the wall away.

Sure enough, it was Eric who spoke.

"Sir, your habit is not much better," Hilda said. "It's so dark underground, why don't you come out and see the sunshine?"

"Look, Hilda, you're meddling again...I don't like sunlight, so you can accept this answer." Eric pushed back a few steps with the secret door still open, He reached out his hand and made a gesture of invitation to Hilda.

"Come in and sit down?"