Marielle only had an unforgivable balance with her, but still thought she should watch the opera once.
The famous troupe, or so it must be a great opera. Expect to sit in the guest seat and wait for the show to begin.
(... I wonder when I've seen opera)
Second, I think about it back in the day.
After pursuing the status of nobleman with her mother, Marielle has lived up to the meagre alimony given to her by the Durone family.
That said, the slight alimony was a fine amount for the two women to live in finely, and Marielle was able to live a relatively needless life.
The street art was more of a hobby dance than food to live because it was worn by such Marielle.
Every day you dance in the corner of a restaurant and earn a dime. Of course, she also went to work as a shopkeeper, but for Marielle, dancing was more suited to her sexuality.
(Back then it was just a fun time to be dancing. I didn't particularly care if there was a scratch on my face or if everyone saw it with strange eyes)
The transition period, three years ago, since she was eyed by the circus.
Miss Formo Circus, a world-crossing spectacle industry circus group, is a circus group that, although it can be said this way, makes money by showing off strange people of physical characteristics.
The captain found Marielle.
Even though you have a beautiful face, the left half is horribly scratched. There are holes in the cheeks as eaten by the dog, the eyelids are chopped a thousand times, the marks on the wounds that could not be healed are red and black, like puffy objects.
On the other hand, the dance is pathetic and lively.
That is why the imbalance with the face is highlighted - that is what I decided.
As recommended by the head of the regiment, Marielle was to join the circus.
It could have been fun in a way at this time.
Dancing while seen with strange eyes could satisfy the pleasure of being exposed to the crowd in a certain way.
The scornful malice of being bumped, everything, I decided to forget.
(The circus was not a bad place. Relationships weren't very good though)
But Marielle already had another feeling.
I want to satisfy the crowd, what a desire was already, it didn't matter in her.
She was starting to ask for themes for dancing.
Theme.
In other words, it is the path of the pursuit of wanting to apply some great series of currents to one's dance, to express what one thinks.
It wasn't until two years later that she realized it was theatre.
(At that moment, I remembered the old days. I used to like stories)
Marielle felt like everything was connected at that moment.
I've always liked stories. And now all I want to do is tell a story.
Stop the dancer and be an actor in the opera.
Marielle, who thought so, had no choice but to laugh at herself like that.
Of course you can't do that.
Suddenly the circus won't allow you to stop dancing without any foretaste and be the actor of the opera first.
Besides, I'm a pretty good year. I was already seventeen at the time. I've just done some singing and acting arches, and I don't have enough time to be an actor in the opera.
And most importantly, - ugly.
As a result, Marielle decided to deceive herself by imitating herself in the circus.
Dancing, singing, and telling stories.
Slightly disturbed to the nose to call it a spectacle. That didn't really suit the air of the circus, which consisted of the curiosity of the audience.
For a year, I often think Marielle was something she didn't fire.
(The captain was a good man. Because he took care of me patiently for a year.... Especially since I was going to try my best to dance and sing to attract the audience)
A year.
Marielle's dance has continued to be denied. Some customers said her dance and song were great, but most didn't even try to hide the air that they weren't looking for such a dance.
Yes, Marielle, if the wounds were generally good at dancing, that was all she needed.
People didn't see a single thing Marielle wanted to describe.
It was just good to have the fun of having a woman with a different face dancing.
(Ugly women should dance funny.... I won't tolerate that)
Secondly, Marielle turned her awareness to the opera in front of her.
The story is in good hands now.
Figaro, the protagonist who refrained from marrying the beautiful Susannah, failed in his attempt to punish the counts he serves, and what a debt promissory statement is further discovered. The statement states that if the debt cannot be repaid, Figaro must marry Aunt Margarete.
The famous work "The Marriage of Figaro". It was one of Marielle's favorite stories, which is said to be interesting many times because of the number of volatile lines.
(... the music and the scene go very well together)
Marielle thought about what it would be like if she stood on that stage, etc.
If I were standing on that stage.
I'm sure, for an amateur, he performs a song to the best of his ability, dances more than the demands of performing a story, floats out of the atmosphere, and, - shows a different face.
Nothing works.
Because the opera is what you want to do, but what you can do is not what the opera demands.
(... no, not at all)
Once the opera entered the tabernacle, it became a break.
A little show in the meantime is what's different from the regular troupe of famous troupes.
Standing on the stage to be cleaned up are three daughters.
None of them are older kids, and the audience says, "I knew I was anxious about those guys." "Hmm? I can hear all sorts of voices saying," If I remember, they weren't Toshiki's slaves. "" That's Arinshin to the ball-like kids. "
As those kids waited in anticipation of what they would do, they heard the triplets sing.
Supple voice. Stretchy voice. Smooth voice.
The three singing voices do have different vocal qualities. The voice of the elf child is clear and core. It is the child of Seylane who sings in a light and soft voice that wraps it up. So what's the rest of Harpy's kid, he was singing a co-melody to create a harmony.
(... you have those kids too, what I want but don't have)
Huh, and Marielle had a laugh of self-derision.
Perhaps those three children will be the youngest in charge of opera singing in this troupe. I've heard in famous theater troupes that a lower child who doesn't show up at the opera itself sings this way and connects breaks.
(Just fine. Yeah, I can do it. If you get a chance to let me stand on stage, something I can crawl from there)
Marielle was determined. Later, I asked Jacopo, the head of this prestigious troupe, to hire me for chores.
* * *
The opera was very interesting.
How can the opera itself be interesting inside, although Illi, Uffi and Nell were concerned and tried to put their faces on the noon opera. I heard the show start at 13: 30, so I said I couldn't just let Rutz do his best to cook the meat alone for an hour from 13: 00, but it was already worth it.
"No! It would be a great honor to have you say that much! I am very happy to be the head of the troupe! Yes!"
Chest squad leader Jacopo. Is his grand answer still a gift of confidence in his talents, coming from his becoming a court magician in sound magic?
"No, my kids came to watch me worried, but I'm already obsessed with opera on the way, and it's amazing, this opera is"
"No, of what! By the way, he looked very pale along the way."
"Hey, you heard the phantom."
What's a crocodile? I think it's my fault, but it's my fault. They were talking, right? Absolutely.
You must have a subtly tight face calling me "Hmm, that doesn't sound excellent! Take care of yourself!" I'm sure Jacopo isn't a bad guy to worry about.
"Hey, actually, I heard the phantom too! I heard the Rin of the Flower Beauty (,,,)!... who are you?
Moment. I was killed and couldn't move.
On the words, I hear a beautiful flower woman's voice but who she is, but this man was asking another question. I know the beauty of flowers (flowers in the sky). I hear who you are.
"Mr. Jacopo is the one who can't be caught off guard with a beautiful woman right away."
I'll laugh and cut back, too. My heart hurts under the smile mask. The boulder is a former court magician, not alarmed.
I don't know if my intellect has succeeded in saying, "No! No, no! Because beautiful things don't have eyes! Yeah!" I felt a little relieved when the pressure came out. For one thing, the danger of life seems to have left.
"These three kids are so cute too! Yes! As much as you'd like us to keep following you!
"Thank you. These are our prized billboard daughters."
The spearhead of the story just moved here to the three little ones (blue in complexion, I guess, because I felt Jacopo's killer), and I was thinking it was time to walk away. The opera was three hours long, but we still have about two hours available until the meat stir-fry sale in the evening, so I was thinking of looking at some flea market in the meantime.
It was at that time.
"... excuse me. Excuse me on the way."
From the side of the conversation, I heard a temperamental woman.
I looked back wondering who it would be, and I was stunned. Because I didn't think I'd come across that name.
The name shown in the appraisal skills was Marielle (,,,,).
"Hmm! Which one is it?
To Yakopo, who responds as usual, he said, "Are you Master Yakopo? Because I asked the trouper to be here," she said, bowing her head.
"My name is Marielle Durone.... It's just Marielle."
"Durone. Well, this is! My name is Jacopo Pali and I am the captain of the regiment!
"Think of it as just Marielle anymore, not Durone"
Behind the wounds on his face, Marielle smiles with an indescribable self-derision.
Dancer of Wounds, each time detailed search results were recalled.
"This time, I was wondering if you could hire me for this troupe. We'd like to talk more about it again when it's convenient for you."
"Hmm! I see!... It's just Mr. Marielle, isn't it?
I saw this one and this one, and Jacopo said, "I see!" I wasn't sure. I was convinced. Was my upset on my face?
"Here's what we'll do! I'm starving! I'm hoping to get some sweetness somewhere, yes! Wouldn't you all be sweet at this time? Let's hear your story there!
"Okay."
"... eh"
I'll get it. Marielle must have mistaken me for a troupe official. I made an unexpected dumb voice, but so did that, because I couldn't grasp why it would be such a development.
Secondly, I noticed Ili was pulling his leg.
"What's up, Ili?
"Master, love at first sight?
Ili heard it whispering. "No, you're not," I said, gently pulling my irritated asshole hair. She said something like that, but decided to ignore it.