Chapter 455:

"No one will come, do you know, don't you? Diane Dewar is a star, and they would have sat down to meet her in your cruel work, Galloway. But there is an unknown...well, this is yours Funeral. Go ahead, I washed my hands. Galloway is on your head, remember this. I hope they are happy about it."
"Thank you." Litchfield said. "The most gracious." Hammersmith began to rearrange his desk to make the bottles and glasses stand out. The interview is over: he is no longer interested in these butters. "Go away," he said. "Just left."
"I want to make one or two requests," Lichfield told Galloway as he left the office. "The changes to the production will enhance my wife's performance."
"what are these?"
"For the comfort of Constantia, I asked for a drastic reduction in the lighting level. She is not used to performing under such hot, bright lights."
"well."
"I also asked us to install a row of footlights."
"footlights?"
"I realized this was a strange request, but she felt happier with footlights."
Galloway said: "They tend to dazzle the actors." "It's hard to see the audience."
"But... I must specify their installation."
"it is good."
"Third, I request that all scenes involving kissing, hugging, or otherwise contacting Constantine be redirected to eliminate any physical contact."
"all?"
"all."
"For God's sake, why?"
"Terence, my wife doesn't need to do anything to dramatize the work of the heart."
The curious tone of the word "heart". Inner work.
Galloway caught Constantia's attention in an instant. It's like being blessed.
"Should we introduce the new viola to the company?" Lichfield suggested.
"why not?"
The three entered the theater.
Rearranging the business of blocking and excluding any physical connections is simple. Although other actors were initially wary of their new colleagues, her unaffected demeanor and natural grace quickly made them stand up. In addition, her presence means that the performance will continue.
Galloway called at six o'clock, announcing that they would dress up at eight o'clock and told them to go out and play for about an hour. The company has gone its own way and has a new passion for production. What seemed like a mess half a day ago now seems to be in good condition. Of course, there are still a thousand things to be tailored: technical flaws, inappropriate costumes, and director's shortcomings. All votes for the course. In fact, the actors are much better than in the past. Even Ed Cunningham didn't compliment more than one or two.
Lichfield found Tallulah while tidying the green room.
"Tonight..." Yes, sir.
"You must not be afraid."
"I'm not afraid," Tallulah replied. It's like an idea-"
"There may be some pain, and I regret that. For you, it is true for all of us."
"I know."
"Of course. You like the theater where I like it: you know the paradox of this profession. Playing with life. Ah, Tallulah, playing with life... It’s a weird thing. Sometimes I wonder, you know how to just I can keep this illusion."
She said: "This is a wonderful performance."
"Do you think so? Do you really think so?" He was encouraged by her praise. Must always pretend, it's really breathtaking. Falsify skin color, breath and life appearance. He thanked Tallulah for her advice and extended a helping hand to her.
"Do you want to die, Tallulah?"
"Does it hurt?"
"Not at all."
"It will make me very happy."
"So it should."
His mouth covered her mouth, she died in less than a minute, happily confessed to his questioning tongue. He put her on the recliner and locked the door of the green room with her own key. She would easily cool down in a cool place in the room, and then wait for the audience to get up again.
At 6:15, Diane Duval got out of the taxi in Elysium. It was dark and the November night was very windy, but she felt good. There is nothing to suppress tonight. Not darkness, not cold.
She couldn't see it anymore, walked past the poster with her face and name, and walked through the empty auditorium to the dressing room. There, he smoked a pack of cigarettes and found his emotional partner. "Terry."
She stood at the door for a while, letting the fact that she reappeared sank into the water. When she saw her, he became very pale, so she took a look. Mouth is not easy. Her facial muscles are stiff, but the effect is satisfactory.
Galloway lost his language. Diana is sick and there is no way to solve it. If she leaves the hospital for the rehearsal, he will have to convince her. She has no makeup and her gray hair needs washing.
"What are you doing here?" he asked when she closed the door behind her.
She said: "The business is not completed."
"Listen... I have something to tell you...
Gosh, this will be a mess. "We found a substitute in the show." She looked at him blankly. He hurriedly said a few words in his own words, "We thought you had lost your duty. I don't mean it is permanent, but at least at the beginning of the business..."
"Don't worry," she said. His jaw dropped a little. "Don't worry?" "What is it to me?"
"You said you came back and finished-" He stopped. She is unbuttoning the top of her skirt.
She is not serious, he thought, she can't be serious. gender? right now? "You...you are not...breathing."
Her face fell. She let go of him.
"Oh, dear," she said, making all the pretences disappear, "I'm not good at playing a role, am I?" Her voice was a ghostly voice: thin and lost. From the second point of view, he thought her skin was so pleasingly pale as waxy white.
"Are you dead?" he said.
"I'm afraid so. Two hours ago: fell asleep. But I had to come, Terry; so many unfinished things. I made a choice. You should be flattered. You are flattered, aren't you?"
She stood up, reached into her handbag, and left her handbag next to the mirror. Galloway looked at the door and tried to make his limbs work, but they were inert. In addition, his pants were wrapped around his ankles. Two steps, he will fall on his face.
She turned around, holding a silver thing in her hand. As far as he can, he can't concentrate. But no matter what it is, she has meaning to him.
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