When Bobbie walked into the opera house, the suddenly darkened environment made him a little uncomfortable. He got his foot on the leg of the chair and almost fell down.
"Be careful, young man!" Pascal quickly reached out to help him, but he was secretly happy.
It seems that he is right. The black cat opera company is still as poor as ever.
It's almost the beginning, the opera house is still dark, even a lamp is reluctant to point.
Although it was changed indoors, I'm afraid not many guests would like to come to this venue. Most of their regiments still have to eat Tuwei life.
However, the actors who were dug back from the black cat opera company last time are really useful.
Professional not to say, not much to eat, want less, and now basically become the pillar of their Maka opera company.
Although Boca gave him a lot of money, it was because he wanted to poach the remaining actors together that he was able to follow the black cat opera company so tirelessly.
As for the woman who's hard to control, Boca can take it away.
He couldn't help but be afraid to think that day when she caught him with blood marks all over his face.
I don't know how Boca is good at this?
And the habit of being beaten under pressure?
"Don't let people see that we know each other." Boca took his hand out of Pascal's and rearranged his clothes.
"Yes, yes." Pascal nodded and took two quick steps forward.
The opera house is not small. After all, it inherited the original circus.
But the benches, even if they were placed neatly, still looked shabby.
This will be in addition to the front row and other places sporadically sitting a few spectators, the whole venue is empty, especially cold.
Boca glanced and sighed.
Even in Romo street, the black cat opera company is still not patronized.
You know, some time ago, two pubs in this street won the gold medal of wine tasting conference, but they attracted a lot of attention. Even he went to Titan's pub with his friends to have a drink.
Today Pascal brought him here, and he was worried that Vicky had found the gold owner. Now it seems that it is more in line with what Pascal said.
I'm afraid the black cat opera house is temporarily occupied as a theater while it is vacant.
"Miss Vicky is a girl of noble character. It must be difficult to do such a thing. It's useless for me to make her a weak woman suffer so much." Bobbie is in deep remorse.
"There are few people in the afternoon, but the team leader still insists on two games a day." Mara introduced to MEG.
"Well, it's good to practice a lot." McGonagall nodded, his eyes swept through the empty opera house, his eyes fell on Pascal and Bobbi who had entered the theater.
"My father, isn't that the head of the Opera Troupe who had a good sleep last time?" Amy whispered.
"Yes." McGonagall also showed a smile. The one who walked in front of him also remembered that he was the head of the opera company they went to for the first time.
If you remember correctly, it's called the Maka opera company. The actors are quite amateur. They paddle heavily and sing to make people fall asleep.
The only thing to be praised is that it's really good to sleep.
If you have to ask him to give a guide, it is: Please bring your own quilt and pillow.
In a word, this should be regarded as a competitor of the black cat opera company. How did he come here to smash the stage?
McGonagall took another look at the gorgeous young man behind him. He had heard the whispered conversation between them before. It seemed that this was the main one.
As a behind the scenes shareholder of the black cat troupe, McGonagall is ready to go to the theatre.
I'm kidding. Miss Black Cat is not a cat to be slaughtered. She can lead a group of old and weak women and children to the bottom of the world. She can be bullied at will.
In contrast, that childe brother looks really weak.
Pascal went to the stage, looked around, didn't see anyone, and went straight backstage.
Boca found a seat in the front row and sat down. He looked calm, but his right leg trembled unconsciously, which exposed his inner uneasiness.
"My friend, this is backstage... You fat dead paper! What are you doing again! " As soon as Pascal opened the curtain, there was a roar of rage.
Pascal's hand trembled, the cord fell, and he could not help but take two steps back.
"The rank of the leader is not very good." McGonagall frowned slightly, but he was shocked back by one of our little generals.
The curtain was lifted again, and uncle Ibaka, dressed in a black suit, stepped out. Looking at Pascal, he was not angry.
Uncle Ibaka plays Miss Black Cat's father, a rich and powerful master, in Miss Black Cat's opera.
One second into the play of Ibaka to this stop, the momentum pressure Pascal was a moment dare not answer
"Who is this man?" Boca also looked at Ibaka carefully. The man was dressed in gorgeous clothes and had dignity between his eyebrows. He was even more powerful than his father.
"You... Are you the actor who plays the master?" Pascal looked at it for a while, then recognized the identity of Ibaka. He was amused and annoyed. He didn't expect that he was frightened by a little actor.
"Oh, where the bastard comes from? I don't want to see where it is. It's enough for you to be presumptuous here." At this time, another moderate voice sounded from behind the curtain. A woman with luxurious clothes and elegant makeup came out from behind the curtain. She looked coldly at Pascal and yelled.
Pascal was scared to shrink his neck by this scolding. Even the lady of the official family didn't necessarily have such a posture. He couldn't help looking at the people carefully.
Although Maka opera house has always been displeased, he has met a lot of upper class people. He is a bit sensitive to the clothes of rich people. This woman's clothes are more noble than many expensive women.
"Well, the actors have changed their clothes today." Next to him, an old man said with a smile.
Pascal came back to his senses. Emotion is not your wife, but an actor who is used to playing your wife and changes into her clothes.
I didn't expect to be frightened by the two actors one after another. Pascal was furious and said, "you... You get out of my way!"
"Climb away? Ah... "A scornful sneer rang out, the curtain was lifted, Vicky came out, looked at Pascal and said coldly," what are you? "
The petite weiqi, standing in the middle of the cast, can hardly hide her edge.
The arrogant eyes are more like the young lady standing in the cloud, overlooking the rotten fish and stinky shrimp in the ground.
It's like... The first lady arrived! It's like that.