The Villainess is Changing Her Role to a BroCon

Ah... my heart's about to come out of my mouth.

In one corner of her head, Ekaterina thinks.

The filled seats from the one-man stage feel too wide and distant. Because Yuri is wrapping Ekaterina in a light cocoon-like spotlight, it's like an event in a dream.

Speaking of which, I feel like I've seen the dream of wandering through the ruins by myself many times before. Was it a dream I had in my life, or was it a dream that Tina had in her previous life?

This may be the case with the trance state. Even nervousness is not uncertain.

From the audience, Ekaterina is a beautiful girl with a sad face and a sad face. Even if you wear the Villainous Lady costume, doing so will reveal the elegance of the Duke's Lady Ekaterina.

The spectators were watching, even with some exhaustion, in a completely different way than when they had appeared earlier.

Renato, sitting in front of the piano in the orchestra box, nods his gaze together with Ekaterina and spins a familiar prelude from his fingertips.

With a dreamy expression, Ekaterina began to sing.

... I had a beautiful dream.

"Hope shines, love triumphs over everything, and the hand of salvation is always delivered..."

This is how it feels when you translate the lyrics that were remembered in the royal language to match the melody that Renato suitably sang and listened to and recreated.

Renato matched the key to the mezzosoplano, and the slightly low singing was gentle, which is why I had a hunch that there was pity under the thin ice.

The seats are quiet as if they had been struck by water.

It must be surprising. When she appeared, Ekaterina was laughing at the poisonous costume, and the villain seemed to be too stuck. A controversial daughter of the Duke, the most powerful candidate of the future Empress. Many of them laughed because they confused the role and the person.

"But..."

The daughter's singing was beautiful.

Sure enough, it was on a different level than Origa. I've been listening to Origa's songs many times in the course of this play, and it must be enough for some students.

However, in this world and in this era, the level of songs that people want is not so high. There's no social media, no video streaming, and on the contrary, no record has been invented yet that can record sounds. The only way to listen to music is to invite musicians home or go to the theater.

Almost all the aristocrats are here, so I'm sure they're quite familiar with music. However, if you live in a province, you will never get a chance to hear the singing of a top-notch singer.

Ekaterina learns from a leading singer, Mrs. DiDonato, and also has the knowledge of vocalism learned in previous life choirs, and has a natural and excellent pitch. I think the reputation in this world is much higher.

And it was supported by the accompaniment of the genius Renato. Renato knows how to sing because she has accompanied Ekaterina, who sings to Olga many times before to pass on Mrs. Didonato's advice. Renato adjusts and plays the song and the piano so that they are total and beautiful.

Plus, the beauty of the music. It is a famous song that has been loved and sang in the world for hundreds of years. For the people of this world, refinement is the ultimate. I can't help but fall in love with it.

Taking into account the charm of performance and music, it was not surprising that there were many people in the audience who were so moved that they were the first to hear such a beautiful singing voice.

The dreams are melancholy, "Jecaterina sings. And the hand that he sought was trampled down, and the beasts struck.

Wishes were burned, closed to darkness, and their hearts torn apart.

The biggest part of listening to this song is the difficulty of increasing the singing voice while raising the pitch to five levels.

As she sang, Ekaterina shook her arms, trying to grab something. It was as if a butterfly entangled in a web was trying to escape.

The audience already thinks that the Villain Lady in the play had to be corrupted by the mischief of fate. It was pathetic to barely sing in pain, and even those who wiped their eyes with handkerchiefs could not hold back their tears.

... in fact, raising your arm is a technique to speak up.

In my previous life, my friends at the club told me that they saw it in a video that was distributed by the famous Voithian, and that Mrs. Didn 'to knew and taught it in her rule of thumb. As for Ekaterina, she was just desperate to speak up anyway.

But it just so happened that I got stuck in this scene.

It is a famous name for the injury.

I'm constantly searching for a home of peace.....

Dreams blew and the wind laughed

Even beyond the difficulties, the song continues.

In the original song, I think it was a lyric about waiting for the man who abandoned the singer's woman. It was as if my mother Anastasia, who had died unhappily waiting for my father, could not translate it and changed it drastically.

Lyricist, translator, I'm sorry for all the people involved in my previous life.

That's what I thought when I was translating, and now I'm desperate anyway. From now on, the climax of the song, the screaming scream, and the sad and sad investigation are coming.

After continuing to weep for the remains of her dreams, Ekaterina bends her fingers like a crotch and breaks her body, burning herself to hell...! and sang like a shout.

Overwhelmed, the audience is breathing.

My dreams will never...... again.

A sad long tone from the shout. With her hands fisted against her chest, Ekaterina squeezes all her breaths and sings.

... before the last phrase, Ekaterina put in a long puddle. I sneaked in to breathe and recover.

I won't return it to my chest.....

The desperate healing also had little effect, and in the end, it was like a vanishing voice.

That's what led me to pity again.

Oh, it's over! It hurts! It's tough!

Even if she keeps standing, Ekaterina is no longer in an acid-deficient state and is distracted. All you hear is the sound of your own palpitations, like a roar.

That's why... Ekaterina couldn't notice the furious applause and wave-like standing ovation that boiled up in the faraway audience.