Agnes applauded as the two figures on the stage stopped singing.

"Ma'am, are you ......" The heroine on the stage turned in the direction of Agnes in a slightly stiff posture, and there was still a slight feeling of singing in her tone.

"Very good and excellent performance, maybe there is a violinist who will accompany you in your rehearsals?" "After all, without musical accompaniment, your perfect singing voice is always a little flawed, and it doesn't seem like the musicians are prepared to do some extra work for the theater." ”

Agnes blinked her eyes and said with a smile, "Don't worry, my violin skills aren't too bad, and I'm not going to take money." ”

The heroine swallowed back the words of refusal and nodded a little dumbfoundedly.

"Okay...... Okay, thank you, ma'am. She said, looking a little flustered.

"Please come with me." The heroine turns, her right foot first kicks forward, her toes fall diagonally to the ground, and then her left foot chases her right foot, and in a barely focused posture, she lands in front of her left foot in the opposite position to her right foot, while her upper body is almost completely maintained throughout the process, her lower jaw is maintained in an almost eye-browling posture looking down ahead, and the wide fluffy skirt floats up visibly under her movements, and then slowly falls to the ground after she stops.

The whole action was done completely subconsciously, and the heroine's body stiffened as if she remembered something after doing this action.

"Let's go," said Agnes, already behind her, in a tone that could be called a joke, "you're going to take me to your manager?" Or just find a piano? ”

Lunn, on the other hand, sat motionless, staring at the other figure on the stage with some boredom.

The heroine's posture stiffened even more for a moment, and then she said out loud not very fluently: "I...... I think it's okay to just find a piano...... I'll tell Mr. Brightman tomorrow......"

Agnes raised an eyebrow and placed the wide-brimmed hat she held in her hand diagonally above her head.

"Then I hope I can pass the interview with you today, Miss." Agnes said with a slight smile.

The heroine's posture seemed to become more and more stiff, and she took her own steps almost as if she were running away, and the steps that were much lighter than ordinary people seemed almost effortless under her feet.

Agnes curled the corners of her mouth and casually followed, her eyes staring closely at the heroine's steps, faintly thoughtful.

......

"I don't think our purpose is this room." Agnes said to the heroine with a smile.

They had just stopped in a slightly cluttered room, some rusty chains were tied to the door, but the whole room doorway was very clean, and there was no dust to be seen.

"Yes, yes, not here." The heroine said in a bit of a panic, and she continued to take her steps, and her slightly chaotic steps stopped at a slightly wide doorway.

She reached out and gently pushed the door open.

What catches your eye is the fluffy straight skirts that hang in the air like lace parasols. Two metal poles crisscrossed underneath the skirts, connecting two rows of somewhat old wooden cabinets opposite. Beneath the metal cabinets, hangers of various costumes were covered with a little dust.

The heroine walked straight to a wooden cabinet behind the hanger and carefully removed a slightly old looking piano case from inside.

"This is Mr. Stress's violin, which I haven't used in a long time." She carefully handed the case to Agnes' hand, looked up and said in a very serious tone.

Her brown eyes stared at Agnes tightly, and Agnes suddenly realized that she didn't know if it was because of her makeup, the heroine's eyes looked a little too big, and people couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

Agnes nodded, carefully placing the case on the long table in the middle of the room and opening it.

"This piano is very well maintained." Agnes looked up at the heroine.

The body of the piano that has been waxed and polished by flannel looks pleasant, the strings are not rusty at all, and the saddle is also very upright.

The heroine nodded, but there was no reaction.

Agnes lowered her head and put on the holder, carefully applied the bow with good rosin, picked up the piano and pulled it twice casually.

"It's just that the tone isn't accurate, but it's normal." Agnes was in a good mood and sat down in a chair on the side with the piano in her hand, carefully correcting the tone.

And the heroine stood to the side and watched Agnes's movements closely, she faced Agnes in an extremely upright posture, her waist was erect, her shoulders were tightly tightened downward.

"Let's go out and try." Agnes stood up and clamped the piano between her jaw and left shoulder, pulled a smooth and clear scale, and then put it down, smiling as she looked at the heroine.

The heroine nodded, did not speak, and walked out with her own light steps.

"Let's take a while." Agnes stood in the orchestra pit and winked at the heroine, and spoke.

The heroine thought about it, she relaxed her body slightly, and her eyes were a little sad.

"Think of me with tenderness,"

"When we are separated,"

"Promise me you'll try,"

"When you find out again,"

"You crave to let go and be relieved,"

"If you ever had a moment to spare,"

Agnes' piano caught up with the heroine's soothing and smooth singing, and together they resounded through the hall.

"We never said,"

"Love will never stop working,"

"Or as the sea has not moved,"

“...... There has never been a day,"

"I don't miss you."

"Who is this?"

Standing on the other side of the stage, the figure almost perfectly catches up with the heroine's singing, and Agnes looks like she is playing her music with great devotion, but her eyes are always following the two on the stage.

"What a change!"

"There is no shadow of a clumsy little girl on her body,"

"She shouldn't remember me,"

"But I remember her."

"We never said,"

The heroine picked up her own singing section with ease, with a little show-off skills.

“...... You'll remember me eventually! ”

"Perfect!" Agnes put down her harp and looked at the heroine.

The heroine looked much calmer than before, and she saluted Agnes in a generous manner.

"Ma'am, you're also working well with that."

"I know." Agnes jumped out of the orchestra pit with the piano and stood on the stage.

"Of course, Miss Sarah Stresses has always been enchanted by her intoxicating natural singing." Lunn turned his head and said to Agnes jokingly.

The heroine's body seemed to stiffen for a moment, and then she shrugged her shoulders as if she was a little embarrassed, and curled the corners of her mouth to Agnes and said, "Ma'am, please call me Sarah." ”

She paused, looked at Agnes and asked seriously, "What shall I call you, ma'am?" ”