Chapter 839 Anonymous Flower Presentation
Sparse applause echoed in the theater. The space that can accommodate two hundred people did not even fill one-third of the seats. At this time, there were already audience members with full faces. He stood up and left indifferently.
However, on the stage, the actors still completed the curtain call conscientiously——
left. right. middle.
Bow, genuflect, give thanks.
This kind of scene is completely normal in Off-Broadway in New York.
Broadway actually refers to a street in Manhattan, New York City, Broadway Avenue. There are countless theaters along both sides of this street. It is the highest stage of drama in North America.
But not just any play can be on the stage of these theaters, so a group of new theaters have emerged in the circle outside the theater gathering area on Broadway Avenue, providing independent plays, experimental plays, and low-cost art plays. Provide a performance stage.
Later, this circle of theaters became known as Off-Broadway.
The cost here is not that high, not only is it more friendly to the crew, but the high-quality and cheap tickets are also more friendly to the audience; and the audience can often discover plays that "do not bend down for five buckets of rice but seriously carry out artistic creation", but become A holy place for true drama lovers to find treasures.
Therefore, before some Broadway plays officially go on stage, they often go to Off-Broadway to test the waters to see the reviews of professional audiences and market feedback, and then evaluate whether the play is worthy of being put on the Broadway stage.
Over time, Off-Broadway also prospered.
Later, a number of theaters were born in the area outside Off-Broadway. Lower-cost, more experimental, and more artistic plays got a stage here, and this area was called Off-Off Broadway.
Compared with Broadway and Off-Broadway, this place seems much more primitive and rough. There is no etiquette at all, everything is original.
Like a primitive jungle.
Therefore, the scene in front of me is really ordinary, just a sprinkling of water.
However, having said that, the confidence of the actors is still hard to be shaken——
Is the show so bad? Or is his performance so bad?
After the curtain call, the atmosphere backstage was slightly gloomy.
Some people were still chattering about the low quality of the audience tonight or the mistakes made during the performance, but the responses from around them were significantly reduced. One or two people were less interested, and the entire locker room was dull. Even gossip and complaints were not interesting. Start worrying about the future.
Perhaps, Thalia Ryder is one of the few exceptions——
She was very satisfied because the audience for this one was already more than the previous one.
Thalia still remembers the show's opening night.
That night, because it was the premiere, the actors invited their family and friends to come to support them, as well as the media reporters and theater critics who might come to watch the show. They were looking forward to a packed auditorium to promote the show to Broadway. March to win a good start.
The result?
Twenty-three spectators.
One by one, they can be counted clearly and sparsely scattered in the corners. Standing on the stage, you can even see everyone's expression clearly.
That kind of gap, that kind of impact, is devastating.
And now?
In just two weeks, without family and friends coming to support, the theater seats have been able to fill one-third of the space, which is undoubtedly an improvement.
Thalia believes that things are slowly getting better, albeit slowly, but definitely in a positive direction, and they should be optimistic.
"...Thalia."
The people in the dressing room pushed aside, and a figure came in holding a large bouquet of flowers.
The bouquet of flowers was so big that it covered up the people behind it, and only the flowers were left moving, easily stealing all the sight.
The locker room, which was originally a bit sluggish and dull, suddenly became excited.
"Thalia, who is who?"
"Thalia? For Thalia?"
"Ho ho ho, someone has a secret admirer!"
"Can't you see that our play has attracted the attention of rich people?"
"Wait, who is it?"
"Is this a good thing? I didn't see any handsome guys in the audience tonight. Isn't it a paunchy, bald middle-aged man who has some wishful thinking about an underage girl? Ugh."
There was a lot of chattering and discussion.
The entire dressing room swarmed forward. Thalia didn't even have time to get close, and the bouquet of flowers had been intercepted. It was extremely lively. Thalia:? ? ?
To be honest, Talia didn't understand what was going on. She was still in a fog and couldn't connect the flowers with herself.
As a result, she was already involved in a commotion, and the teasing and teasing couldn't stop at all. This made Thalia burst into laughter and raised the corners of her mouth.
"It's great to see you so full of energy, transforming from a funeral home to a disco in a second."
A joke can easily lead to an explosion of complaints and heckles.
Then, someone finally wakes up and grasps the point in the chaos.
"Card, there is a card in here."
"Thalia, you are still a minor. As guardians, we will read it on your behalf, okay?"
Thalia looked helpless——
Please, she already has her driver's license, okay?
Thalia spread her hands, "If you don't mind your age, dads. Moms."
oh!
There were gasps of air, and the laughter and curses became completely lively.
But they still couldn't stop the flames of gossip from burning. They pulled out the cards and read them aloud in front of everyone.
"Thalia,
Hopefully this is just a starting point for actors.
Twenty-three. "
Wait, that’s it?
There are no mysterious admirers, there is no silent support for you, there is no wonderful performance tonight, there is no hotel room number...that's it?
Everything is so simple and plain that even gossip can’t be bothered.
Everyone looked at each other, but there was no answer.
The card was passed to Thalia's hand, "Who is this twenty-three?"
Thalia was also confused——
Inexplicable, okay?
"I don't know either..." The words were cut off, and an idea flashed in Talia's mind, and a figure emerged.
Could it be him? Number twenty-three?
No way...
"Thalia, what, you thought of the answer?"
"Who is it? Who is it?"
Thalia had no time to pay attention to such gossip, and looked at the person who brought the flowers in, "Who gave you the flowers? Where is the person?"
"It was at the back door. He gave it to me and then left. He was wearing a baseball cap. He must have been a courier..."
Before she finished speaking, Thalia took the card and rushed out, completely ignoring the shouts behind her, running wildly, hitting the door panels and rushing to the street.
Looking left and right, the lights of the New York night were dim and it was not clear, but Thalia did not give up and searched carefully——
If it's really that person...
Thalia's heart was beating wildly, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether it was because of running all the way or because of her mood, she was excited and nervous.
Then.
Thalia saw a figure, tall and slender. Even a long navy blue trench coat could not hide the advantages of the figure. He caught the eye in the vast sea of people coming and going.
Thalia ran like crazy and chased after him.
Crossing the street, he finally appeared in front of that person and blocked his way.
Huffing and puffing, Thalia was panting, looking up at the face in front of her, a smile crept onto her lips, and the dim lights of Manhattan were reflected in her pupils.
"Hey, number 23, good evening."
(End of chapter)