After waiting for three minutes, the biggest stage light in the theater was turned on with a bang, and the performance began.
The characters came to the stage one by one, but Wei Qing had a headache watching it. He didn't know much about anime, and he didn't know many of the actors' cosplay roles. He saw everyone walking back and forth on the stage in brightly colored clothes, and he couldn't figure out what they were doing. , so it is very tormented.
But the reaction from the auditorium on both sides was quite enthusiastic. From time to time, someone would shout hello and applaud.
Wei Qing kept raising his hand to look at his watch, and after nearly forty minutes of torment, Yan Chuyang finally came out.
He seems to be cosplaying a knight, wearing a well-tailored black knight uniform, holding a long-handled sword in his hand, and a handsome face with red lips and white teeth. He looks very chic and handsome.
"Wow, so handsome." Sure enough, as soon as Yan Chuyang came out, the girls sitting in front of Wei Qing began to discuss in a low voice, with surprise and admiration, "I don't know which school the knight is a senior, ah , so pretty, I really want a way to contact you."
Wei Qing looked at the glittering people on the stage very proudly, with a sense of pride that my family developed in his early childhood.
After a while, a man wearing a prince's costume came up again. The young man looked good, but compared with Yan Chuyang, he was still a lot inferior.
His temperament is not as outstanding as Yan Chuyang's, his stature is not as tall as Yan Chuyang's, and his figure is not as well-proportioned as Yan Chuyang's. Although he is wearing the prince's clothes, standing next to the boy, he feels like a servant every minute.
"Sigh." Wei Qing shook his head and whispered, "The casting failed, why not let Yan Chuyang be the prince, obviously he is the most suitable."
After saying this, Yan Chuyang died, and was stabbed to death by the prince's sword.
Yan Chuyang didn't have many roles, but as a knight, after fighting the prince twice to fight for the princess, he went down.
Seeing him step off the stage, Wei Qing anxiously looked around, touched a boy sitting next to him, and said softly, "Will the knight still appear?"
The boy was startled: "Knight?"
"It's the one who was stabbed to death by the prince just now."
"No way." The boy shook his head and said earnestly, "The knight competed with the prince for the princess, and if he failed, he was stabbed to death by the prince. This is considered a deal."
"It shouldn't be." Wei Qing frowned, "The knight acted so well, wouldn't there be resurrection in the backcourt?"
"Haha." The boy was amused, "You are so humorous, but the script is that the knight dies, and even if he plays again later, he will come out to take a curtain call."
Wei Qing tugged at his tie in boredom, and wasted nearly an hour just to watch him act, but it turned out to be good, and he went down after five minutes of watching.
Wei Qing looked at his watch, it was already 6 o'clock in the afternoon, and he still had a party to attend at 6:20, so it shouldn't be too late to go out and drive to the venue now.
But... if you go out now, you will miss Yan Chuyang's curtain call, right
never mind.
Wei Qing took off his watch, stuffed it into his pocket, and began to concentrate on waiting for the end of the stage play and Yan Chuyang's curtain call.
*****
"President, President, it's not good." Yan Chuyang, who was changing clothes in the background, was taken aback by the panicked tone of the elementary school girl who ran over, and quickly asked, "What's wrong?"
The elementary school girl took a few breaths and said: "The senior sister who played the princess was scratched by a car on the way here on her bicycle, and now she is sent to the hospital. She said yes, and she can't make it in time to participate in the last scene."
There are very few roles for the princess. She just came out in the last few minutes of the play, showed her face, and said a few words of true love to the prince. , will encounter a car accident.
"President, what should we do?" The elementary school girl said anxiously, "The princess will be on stage in ten minutes. If there is no princess, who will the prince tell the truth to?"
Yan Chuyang frowned, looked up at the person in front of him and asked, "Are there any actresses who haven't performed before?"
The primary school girl shook her head: "We have few actresses in stage plays. In the last scene, almost all female characters will play. It is definitely not possible to replace them with other roles."
"Why don't you go up." Yan Chuyang thought for a while and suddenly said, "Aren't you the servant next to the princess? There shouldn't be much drama, right?"
"But, I do have lines." The girl shook her head and said, "I will read the princess' inner monologue at the side. Without my role, no one would understand the conversation between the princess and the prince."
Yan Chuyang's eyes darkened, "Then what should I do?"
"President..." the girl said cautiously, "How about...how about you go up?"
"I'm going?" Yan Chuyang pointed to his nose in surprise, and shook his head again and again, "Isn't this a joke? I'm a man, how can I play the role of a princess?"
"President." The girl clutched his arm, her expression serious, "Now it's urgent, I can't take care of so much, you are the most familiar with the lines of each character among all the actors, even if you are on stage, you will not panic because of a temporary replacement .”
"But..." Yan Chuyang said unbearably, "I'm a man."
"But you are the slenderest boy in our club." The girl said anxiously, "If other boys are allowed to do it, they will be seen through at a glance with their hulking backs and princess clothes."
"I'll be seen through too."
"No!" The girl turned around and ran to the dressing table, found a wig and gestured to Yan Chuyang, "Your skin is fair, and your facial features are delicate. Wearing a wig, if you are far away, no Someone will see."
Yan Chuyang's forehead twitched, and after a moment of silence, he raised his hand to look at his watch, frowned helplessly and said, "It seems like this is the only way..."
In the last scene, Yan Chuyang specially asked the lighting engineer to lower the stage lights.
Wei Qing wanted to persevere until the curtain call, but after watching the narcissistic prince speak plainly on the stage for a few minutes, he finally couldn't hold on, leaning back on the chair and dozing off.
Gentle music sounded, footsteps sounded, and the lights dimmed, signaling a scene switch.
Wei Qing was squinting his eyes, drowsy, when the boy sitting next to him suddenly whistled loudly.
"I'll go, beauty."