Living in different worlds (no chanter) - The Yufuwa Talent Dispatch Life of the Regenerating Wizard

The snowless Turkiiba winter is almost over and people walking down the street's outfits feel a lot thinner these days.

Towards the completion of the Schenker Theatre, our theatre team practiced with more heat than ever before.

"Something to do."

"You."

"Are you afraid of burgers?"

"Oh, no, no, no, no."

Your husband's musicians have strained too much and the play has turned into an opera... but that's all right.

There will be problems with plays that are generally authoritative along with classical and Mezzias works, but what our troupe does is the usual publicity plays your husband wrote.

Because we're going to build a fine theater, I said I'd like a little more sophisticated.

You can't help it because everyone wants to do it in a book your husband wrote at first.

There's no point in saying you're the head of the troupe.

I'm sure it's just for people to complain...

"Captain Silo! I have to watch Sawadi next week. Can you do this?

That's what you say to me with a scary face, Mr. Zepe, the head of the band accompanying the play.

I'm enthusiastic about my job, but I don't know if it's too hot or interested in anything other than music...

Anyway, you're a little hard to do, aren't you?

"I can do this..."

"Everybody's fundamentally voiceless, and the pitch is sweet"

"You don't have a choice, do you? They're new to opera."

"With your guidance that you had the lead role in the Kugatoga Theatre, can you handle it any better?

"Mr. Zepe, it's Kubatoa (...), Kubatoa Theatre"

"Oh! Sorry! Anyway, we don't have time for this anymore, so give us more breakthroughs. No!

"Even so, the troupe members aren't all dedicated kids here, either."

"Kah! Master Sawadi doesn't even know where he is right now!

Even though my troupe hasn't made a dime of money yet, I think it would be better for your husband to know (...) enough to make me do this...

Artists don't know, do they?

When I escorted Mr. Zepe back to the orchestra angry with his shoulders, he sighed small.

The location of our troupe's practice area is close to the boulevard, so we often use Astrobucks and grapevine coffee on our way home from practice.

Of course, I don't mind a regular store, but it's a big company split when it's a Schenker store after all.

It takes meticulous interaction from time to time to increase the cohesion of the regiment, and something I can't handle when I have a rub if I don't know how to be a member of the regiment in a place like this.

Oh, I knew it was tough being a team leader.

I wish I'd just practiced. I really enjoyed my time as an actor.

"So, my friend, my boyfriend is wearing a demon sword..."

"Well, Devil's Sword. But isn't that a limited number of people who can use it?

"Yes, but hey, he says I'm drawing special blood."

"Is it even in the wizard's blood?

There was a play like that, too.

Love without a nobleman and a civilian woman's path, it's lovely.

"I'm such a civilian face... but still, just a face is fine"

"Leap, come on, are you really talking about your friend?

Oh, you know, I was thinking that, but I was trying not to ask you guys.

"It's not natural! My friend, I'm not the only one with that face."

"No, you, you're so yummy"

…………

Don't shut up when that happens.

"So what do you say the man's name is? Maybe you do."

"Oh, the captain has a wide face, his name is Boardsquirrel..."

I wrote Mr. Leap's story down firmly in my mind's notebook as I stirred the milked coffee.

Collecting stories like this as a captain is part of your job, isn't it?

Well, I don't like rumors originally, so I don't mind this.

Still, special blood (...) Hey?

That Lord Pisces, a savvy lover, is going to love this story...

What a story in a play about a ball every night and every night, it's actually an endless meeting that takes place many times a week, isn't it?

Three days before your husband's viewing, Moimo and the orchestra director Zepe, who are due to be the theatre's manager today, and Hamidel of Fine Arts, were gathered to have an intense discussion.

"So you don't have that budget. Even though the budget being thrown into the theater is 30% of the Schenker family's net profit, 30%. It's a deficit business where Mr. Chicken throws a spoon, so weigh yourself in."

"Hey, just get me the black iron harp from Wang Du. Yeah! I'll be able to use it much later!

"That's what you should say after you've made even one dill of revenue"

"Kah! This is why..."

Looks like Mr. Zepe shakes his head with a sinister face, but Mr. Moimo isn't even willing to work with it anymore.

Well, you can't do what Mr. Zepe says, can you?

"More than that. Oh, it's time for you to work in art. You've drawn a tentative sketch, and you're out of tune."

I didn't even raise my hand, I tried to get my big body on the table, and now Mr. Hamidell of Fine Arts started talking.

A loud and intimidating voice, but Mr. Moimo doesn't even wander.

You're the one who climbs up to the manager at this young age, and you have more nerve and strength than the other.

"You haven't even made a box yet, but you won't have a job or anything."

"Oh, come on, I want to do something other than painting classes and writing billboards."

"Oh, if you say so much, can I turn you around to the construction site as well? As the head of art, you must contribute to the construction of the theatre."

"Hey, what if I hurt my hand!

Mr. Hamidell shuddered his big body, trying to hold his right hand in and he got smaller.

Well, now that you can eat whatever you want, you don't want to do another job.

"Oh yes, is there anything from the performers?

"Hey, I'd like to do something a little more about the costume storage. The practice hall often has bugs, so I'm worried about it now."

"I see."

Well, we're just talking about fixing it when we have a hole.

Everyone gathered here is full of nothing, but at the scene, there's no people, there's nothing to build.

As well as fixing clothes, the longer the troupe history, the more versatile it becomes for carpenters to play.

This troupe is truly blessed to have a professional orchestra and fine art.

Or is it really aristocratic paedophilia because you can never make a profit?

Even Kubatoa, where I was, used to be an actor aspirant.

The aristocratic support was included, but the budget was cutthroat at all times.

I would never have been fat and couldn't wear costumes like these troupe kids, usually a trouper. The poorer I did, the thinner I was.

"Is there anything else, Mr. Silo?

Oh, yeah, let me tell you that one.

"I'm talking to everyone about this, but I wonder if I need a special sale (...) unlike anything else in this theater. What do you think?

This is something I've been thinking about.

How many nobles don't think about visiting because it's a theater they do on the road...

No, you're not.

It's a theater where nobility does it on the road, so we have to seriously think about getting guests in.

Because the guests are involved in the face of the aristocracy.

"Saying?

"The theater world is a cold world. Guests who come in at first because of their rarity won't be here any time soon without some special experience in our theater. What would happen then? Your husband may dismantle the troupe and rent out the theatre."

When that happens, I'm a payment box, too, right?

The captain can be a pain in the ass, but I'm not going back to the laundry lady anymore.

"If it's for sale, you have our band!

"Of course it's also a (...) sale, but I want a more fundamental one. This way, even people who are not interested in the play will come..."

Specifically, you want a top notch actor.

There's a hot actor who can chase you.

If I gather everyone's opinions here and suggest it to your husband, maybe he'll buy us slaves like that.

"I'm going to finish up in a pretty fancy theater for once, isn't that going to be for sale?

"Some customers will come to see the building once or twice, but what if the contents still don't glow..."

"Hmmm......"

"As far as I'm concerned, if I can bring in one of the top actors, I'll probably sell them."

"Actor hey..."

"Nothing but music."

"I have no idea, either, except for the painting."

In a stuck argument, bread! and the sound of Mr. Moimo slapping his hand.

"It's time. Take that story home with you and consider it. Nice, Mr. Silo."

"Of course."

I hit the hand I can hit now.

And then decide to sue your husband directly when you watch.

"Uh, I'm going out for a drink with Zepe now, and how are the ladies?

"We're gonna have a treat."

"Oh, no."

"I don't know if I should be shy today either, I'm sorry"

Two magnificent men sent off their thankful invitations, and me and Mr. Moimo left the practice area together.

Soon I'll be in full spring, and even though it's night, I don't need a coat.

"Think about that story, Mr. Moimo"

"Personally, I don't think I'm too worried about you... if you don't have a guest in, don't go in, maybe your husband can come up with a diagonal solution."

"Still, I've never been over thinking about it"

"Right, then"

Mr. Moimo dropped him off, and I think it would be bad for your skin if you didn't go to bed as soon as I got home.

Oh my god...... the warm breeze invited me and my feet turned to the neighborhood drinker in the house.

Here's to the signs of spring.

I should have asked Mr. Moimo out, too.

The viewing day turned out well sunny and warm.

Your husband, wife and twin youngsters will already be waiting in their seats, and later they will just wait for the curtain to come up.

Moimo is doing that for me if you're responding, but I came here and the actors got nervous and beefy.

I try to speak up and rub my back, but my heart doesn't seem to calm down.

I can't help it... But that's what I mean when I go on stage.

We're gonna have to do this now.

Even if you're nervous, that's strength.

Pushing the backs of the poorly moving performers to put them on stage, the play began signaling that the lights would fall.

The act is "Hamburger Scary," a new one written by your husband.

While the women were gathering around and talking about scary things, we all went to the woman who started saying that the burger was scary and we all took it and taunted......

The indescribable content of the woman who fluttered a burger that was supposed to scare her, tightening "I'm scared of Schenker Coke all over here" without ever lying.

"Ahhh ♪ What the heck?"

"This woman - ♪ I ate it all - ♪"

"Phew, woman."

"All the time."

"I'm sorry. ♪ I'm sorry. ♪

"Bye ~"

"What the hell?"

"Oh, man."

"What do you really see?"

"Ahhh ♪ I sha ~ ♪ I sha ~ hey ~"

"" "What's up?" "

"Filled here ~"

"" "What's going on?" "

"I'm scared of Schenker Cola."

"" "What the hell?" "

Spectacular music ended with the play ochi, and all the actors and the manager took to the stage to thank the audience.

I knew it might be because of the tension, which was a little suspicious at first, but you were well outplayed on the way.

I'm a little overwhelmed by their growth, too.

But in spite of that heat...

"I was funny."

"Oh, no, Ma, this is what happened..."

Unlike a satisfied wife, for some reason your husband has a troubled face.

Was there anything coarse about it?

You got the right permission to turn it into an opera, didn't you?

"What's the matter, something bothering you?

"Oh, no, I was simply surprised. This is what happens when you sing."

Good, they didn't tell me to start all over again.

When that happens, I don't think the performers will be able to recover anyway,

"Silo, Moimo, come here for a second"

"Ah, yes!

"Ha!"

Your husband calls me, I step forward.

Unlike your modest husband, the neighbor's wife is in terrific air.

Is there pressure or is there awesomeness...

Ex-military, I knew things were different.

"The play's good."

"Ha! Thank you!

"Thank you!

"You're gonna practice another act, right?

"Of course it is. Three plays will be available by the inauguration of the theatre."

"Oh, or is there something troubling you?

This is a good time.

If I can make a good suggestion here, maybe you can buy me an actor with a hua.

In that case, the theatre will be safe, your husband and nose will be high, my position will be stable, and we will all move in a good direction.

"Uh... Actually, there was an opinion in our theater that we wanted something special to sell."

"Yes! Yes, it is! I was hoping there would be a sale for even those who are not interested in the play to come to the theater..."

"I'm not selling..."

Assuming your husband is even called the Slave King of Turkiiba, you will understand...

"Oh, I figured it out"

"Well!"

"Really?

Your husband stood up one finger and said this confidently as he lifted the edge of his mouth.

"The opera troupe just for women! How about this?

I don't know, that.

"Just a woman? Can't a man come in?

"To the actors."

"So what about the role of the man?

"If only a woman dressed as a man."

"Uh, does that work?

"Ma, you should try that too. Because we're all women, and you're not complaining about yourself and this theater, are you?

"Well, yeah"

Ha!

We're talking in the direction of doing it!

We need to do something about the orbital modification!

I've never heard of a troupe full of women, and I'm not sure I can put it together.

"All the women, that's good too, with novelty"

"Yes, sir."

Oh, oh...

The sound of a crane has completely decided...

If your wife tells you so, no one here can deny it...

You're gonna have to do it now.

In the meantime, Moimo said that her husband would come up with a diagonal solution, but he really did.

To too much expansion, I suddenly feel heavy on my head and hurry to put my hands on my forehead.

In his closed eyes was a figure of his wife dressed in strangely suited men's clothes.

In the end, I didn't know that the opera troupe full of women that started with your husband's thoughts on this day would then pop out of Turkiiba and call for a great reputation... everyone who was on the spot didn't make it a prediction.