Chapter 452:

Of course, she is too young for that, and that is part of the tragedy. Lichfield is a man twice as old, and he has the ability to give herself all the beauty she wants. Fame, money, company. Everything but the gift she needs most: life itself.
She died before the age of 20. It was breast cancer. Suddenly, it was hard to believe that she was gone.
When Tallulah thought of the lost and wasted genius, tears overflowed. If she can be spared, then Constantia will illuminate so many parts. Cleopatra, Hatta, Rosalind, Electra...
But that is not the case. She was gone, extinguished like a candle in a hurricane, and for those who were left behind, it was a slow and boring journey through the cold land. Now there is morning, at another dawn, she will turn over and pray to die of sleep.
Tears brightened her eyes, and she was already flooded. Oh dear, there is someone behind her, maybe Mr. Galloway came back looking for something, this is her, crying so hard, behaving like she knows he thinks she is a stupid woman. For a young man like him, he has a deep understanding of the pain of the years, the enormous and irreparable pain? It will not appear to him temporarily. It was earlier than he thought, but for a while. ","someone said.
She knew who it was. Richard Walden Lichfield. She turned around, and he stood no more than six feet away from her, as if she remembered his figure, the figure of a man. He must be twenty years older than her, but age does not seem to make him succumb.
She was ashamed of her tears.
"Tally," he said politely, "I know it's a bit late, but I think you definitely want to say hello."
"Hello there?"
The tears were cleared, and now she saw Lichfield's companion, standing on one or two respectful feet behind him, partly covered. The figure walked out of Litchfield's shadow, and there was a luminous, slender beauty Tallulah as easily recognized as her own reflection. Time is broken, reason has abandoned the world. The long-awaited face suddenly returned to the empty night, providing new hope for a tired life. Why should she argue with her own eyes?
It was the radiant Constance Constance, her arms hovering around Lichfield's ring and greeting Tallulah.
Dear Constantine, dead.
The next morning, the dress rehearsal called for 9:30. Diane Duval is customary to be half an hour late before entering. She didn't seem to sleep all night.
"Sorry, I'm late." She said, her open vowels oozing out of the stage channels.
Galloway didn't want to step on his feet.
He said loudly: "Tomorrow we will open up. Everyone has been waiting for you."
"Really?" She shivered, trying to be devastating. Too early, the effect falls on the stone surface.
Galloway announced: "Okay, we are going to start from the beginning. Everyone asks you to provide a copy and a pen. I have a list of cuts here, and I hope they rehearse during lunch. Ryan, you got a prompt Is it a copy?" Ryan apologized for a hasty communication with him.
"Got it. I don't want to receive complaints from anyone, it's too late. The run last night was a awakening, not a show. This clue is gone forever; the business is broken. I want to cut, and not It will be delicious."
It's not. Complaints come, warnings or nos, arguments, compromises, sore faces and mumbling insults. Galloway would rather hang his toes from the trapeze, rather than manipulate 14 people through a drama, and two-thirds of them could barely understand, and the other third could not tell the monkeys. . Disturbing.
To make matters worse, although the auditorium is empty from the gods to the front row, he has always felt like being stabbed. He thought that maybe Lichfield had a spy hole somewhere, and then condemned the idea, which was the first sign of budding paranoia.
Lunch last
Galloway knew where he could find Diane, and he was ready for the scene where he played with her. Accusation, tears, rest assured, tears again, reconciliation. standard format.
He knocked on the star door.
"who is that?"
Is she crying, or is she drinking some comforting conversation.
"it's me."
"Oh."
"May I come in?"
"Yes."
She has a bottle of vodka, good vodka and a glass. No tears yet.
"I'm useless, am I?" she said, almost after he closed the door. Her eyes begged contradiction. "Don't be silly," he hedged.
She opened her mouth and said, "I can never get rid of Shakespeare's breath." This seemed to be Bud's fault. "All those words." The storm was approaching, and he could see it trembling.
"It's okay." He lied, putting his arm on her. "You only need a little time."
Her face was muddy.
"We are open tomorrow," she said frankly. This is difficult to refute.
"They will let me separate, won't they?"
He wanted to say no, but his tongue was honest. "Yes. Unless-"
"I won't work again, will I? Harry convinced me that hell, he is very helpful to my reputation. He said that he must give me more influence. What does he know? Ten of the blood, leaving me with a baby. I'm the damned fool, am I?"
A storm broke out when thinking of a fool. No light rain: It was a shower or nothing. He tried his best, but it was difficult. She sobbed loudly, and his pearl of wisdom was drowned.
The door opened, and the draught between the two exploded, cooling the focus of the argument. Galloway almost turned around, then realized that he hadn't been taken to the seat belt, but stared into the mirror behind Diane and saw the intruder's face. It's Lichfield. He looked straight at Galloway with a cold expression. "Sorry, I should knock on the door."
His voice was as soft as cream, and he made no secret of Gnar's embarrassment. Galloway retracted himself, fastened his seat belt, and turned to Lichfield, cursing his burning cheek silently.
He said: "Yes, it would have been polite."
"Again, I'm sorry. I want a word." His eyes stared deeply, unfathomably, staring at Diana-your star," he said.
Galloway could actually feel Diane's self-expansion. This method puzzled him: Has Litchfield experienced a face change? Is he a repentant admirer, kneeling at the feet of greatness? "If possible, I would be happy to speak to the lady in private," the soft voice continued. "Well, we just-"
"Of course." Diane interrupted. "Please wait a moment, okay?"
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