Outside the stage scene, under the starry do of the theater.
"..."
Antanas gazed at the curtain, his face reflecting the dim light and shadow of the stage, sotis bright and sotis dark.
The heartbeat of the Demon Race Governor and the voice of the Half-witch Lady echoed in this space through the panoramic sound system.
Antanas hadn't exchanged small talk with Sinola since the last scene began, focused on the story, as if isolated from the world, staring at the silhouettes of the Demon Race couple.
She knew that this farewell frightened the Governor, not because of death or life, but the separation that ant they could never et again.
Suddenly, the light in the theater awakened her, bringing Antanas back to her senses.
At this mont, the splendid lights scattered like stars, illuminating the entire music hall, transforming it into a dreamlike universe.
The chandeliers towering tens of ters high inside the opera house reflected enchanting light through countless crystal prisms kissed by the lights, casting a soft yet bright glow onto the burgundy carpet, weaving a kaleidoscopic scene.
Looking again at this empty giant opera house auditorium, Antanas leaned back in her chair, relaxing and gazing up at the sky. She almost forgot today was just a rehearsal.
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All the terrifying atmosphere and suspense served only to lead to the ultimate warm ending.
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The two lonely souls finally got their answers.
The music concluded with a serene, ethereal coda, leaving a lingering resonance.
The distant lody seed to whisper, pray, and also gaze and ponder, as though wounds may never heal, but the power of love will eventually Heal the scars.
The final note sounded and vanished silently, leaving lingering feelings in the heart.
And with that, the performance finally ca to a close.
"Alright, well done everyone, today's rehearsal was great, just so details need to be refined next."
Abigail stood up, applauding the actors on stage, expressing her approval.
As long as this state is maintained, she believes the performance in one month will surely succeed on the day.
The staff on stage had a celebratory look of triumph, except for Lanci and Hyperion who still seed imrsed in the dream, appearing slightly dazed.
Abigail noticed and chose not to call out to them more.
Each actor's situation might be different, but many actors indeed remain imrsed in their role's emotions and psychological state for a short ti after the performance ends. In the acting world, this is known as being "unable to exit the role," partly due to strong character imrsion, character shaping through deep thinking and experiencing the psychological inclinations of the role during rehearsals and performances, with imrsion persisting for so ti.
Another reason is the continuity of emotions and states. Dramatic performances often involve intense emotional expression. The emotions and physiological states generated while acting do not imdiately disappear, and after two hours of wholehearted performance, transitioning from playing a role to returning to real life, an actor may require a psychological adaptation and identity transformation process.
Moreover, the performance itself is an intensely involved and physically consuming process, which may cause excitent or fatigue after the curtain falls, affecting the short-term state.
Abigail slowly walked up to the stage, approaching Lanci and Hyperion.
"Thank you for your hard work today, you both perford brilliantly, please rest well."
She gently pressed Lanci and Hyperion's shoulders, simultaneously indicating to Lanci not to worry too much about the theater side of things, since she would handle the subsequent work.
"Well then Abigail, see you tomorrow."
Lanci gradually awoke, looking at Abigail and speaking, then imdiately focused his gaze on Hyperion, seemingly unwilling to take his eyes off her, as if afraid she would suddenly disappear.
"Take her ho."
Abigail patted Lanci's back, urging him to leave quickly, or hoping he would go and accompany Hyperion alone.
Hyperion now also appeared fragile; the theater and stage were no longer suitable for them, and they should leave here.
"Mm."
Lanci nodded, grabbed Hyperion's hand, and headed down the stage.
Hyperion was slightly surprised when Lanci took her hand, then she seed to make up her mind, gripping it tightly.
Lanci and Hyperion strolled up the aisle steps covered with thick red carpet marble stairs.
Together, they passed through the heavy and intricately carved double doors, as if stepping into another ti and space.
Leaving the opera house auditorium, they quickly walked through the opera house's internal corridor, sowhat hurried but not disrespectful.
Pushing through a large door, they finally arrived outside the building, seeing the clear and bright city.
They stood on the side of the riverbank bridge near the opera house, on the Stone Slab path of the riverbank park.
This was one of the northern exits of the Ikelite Opera House.
"Lanci..."
Hyperion softly murmured his na, gazing at the afternoon sky of Ichrite.
Though the rehearsal started in the afternoon, after they finished performing, it was already nearing four or five o'clock.
"Hyperion, I've always been here."
Lanci assured her.
"I know. No matter what difficulties I encounter, you will appear imdiately. I don't know what more I can pursue in this lifeti after eting you..."
Hyperion lowered her gaze, recalling several turning points in her life, thinking that the biggest turning point was when the sky fell after her father's disappearance, not expecting the real mont to change her life was the day she t Lanci at Ichrite Academy.
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