Bad∞End∞Night
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Chapter 4 : Chapter 3: Intermission NightNow I’ve done it… I may just have ruined the whole play… Ap
Chapter 3: Intermission Night
Now I’ve done it… I may just have ruined the whole play…
Applause continued to roar, and the moment I went up into the wings of the stage, the actors approached with frightening looks. I hung my head wordlessly, unable to look them in the eye. That mistake had without a doubt ruined the script, ruined a Burlet play. I’d metaphorically torn up a script written by the playwright everyone here wors.h.i.+pped, broken a prop, and forced everyone to adlib.
It was said that, while Burlet was alive, he would not forgive any mistake in acting out the most minor details written in the script - not a single blink, sigh, or footstep could be off. The perfect set was to have the perfect players, and their combination would create an overwhelmingly realistic world for the play. Such a carefully-calculated world would crumble from the slightest error. What the Villager had done - it was sacrilege against him. A bead of cold sweat ran down my spine.
“…I’m sorry!! I-I… I made an unforgivable mistake…!”
Kaito retained his sharp expression and firmly grabbed my shoulders.
“Are you hurt?!”
“…Huh…?”
“You swung your hand into the clock, yes? Show me… That must have hurt.”
“My, it made such a loud noise, too. I felt my heart stop…”
I held my trembling left hand out, and Kaito and Luka carefully examined it. It was a little sore, but there was nothing in the way of an injury.
“Thank goodness… We were worried.”
Everyone sighed with relief, losing the sharp gazes they’d had before. I was certain they’d be angry. Bewildered by their response, my vision wavered as I wondered how to respond. No one seemed to care a lick that I’d broken the clock. Their scary looks as they approached gave me a very different idea, but they were just worried about me being hurt… My heart, crushed with fear about having failed and what I should do to make up for it, was slowly warmed.
“…Um… But more importantly than me, the clock might be broken…”
“The prop crew went running toward the stage a second ago. I bet it’ll be fixed by tomorrow,” Len told me, still looking at the stage.
Sure enough, there were two staff members there checking the clock prop all over. Seeing that brought back my urge to get out of here immediately.
“But I… I messed up the script. I… profaned his play…”
“Profaned…? Why?”
“…Because his scripts, they have to be performed perfectly. Not even one mistake can be allowed, or they aren’t complete… And that’s why you all were so serious, and put in so much practice. Of course I knew that… but I…”
The actors’ faces clouded, and they looked off into empty s.p.a.ce. No one would make eye contact with anyone else. There was a long awkward silence, and even the backstage staff hadn’t come to speak to us, because they were busy pretending not to be watching.
“Miku… You’re right that the finale of the act didn’t go according to script. But I don’t think that accident you brought about was a bad thing. No, to be honest… That moment gave me gooseb.u.mps.”
Kaito lowered his eyebrows and spoke with a smile. His face seemed to say “you got me good.”
“Huh?”
“Actually, I feel the same. In all my years in this troupe, nothing’s given me such a thrill before. An unintended accident, bringing such exhilaration as to make the scene unforgettable… I saw your face then, and I wanted to provide help, but I couldn’t move. Just as you said "If only this moment could last forever”… you truly did stop the clock. It came out a little rough, granted, but…“
"I hate to admit it, but I simply have to respect you for making a miracle like that happen. Even if you are just a clumsy oaf most of the time, you made it into something of an art! It puts all of my roles to shame.”
Kaito, Meiko, and even Luka were, for some reason, praising my accident. The dread of my mistake dominated my mind and body such that I didn’t even feel any pain in the hand that struck the clock, so I had no opportunity to see what everyone’s reactions had been. Luka was right that it really was just another one of my clumsy blunders.
“Yeah, we sure were all frozen up! Me included! I was thinking like, the most startling moments are the ones where you don’t even scream! And I was on the other side of Miss Miku from the clock, so I really heard it loud. My heart pounded, and I was watching everyone wondering who would follow up that act!”
“Oh, Meg… Always taking it slow, aren’t you.”
“Really, the accident itself was fantastic enough, but… Len instantly filling in and Miss Rin cleaning up from there was just stupendous, and nothing less. I’ve seen many actors on my long road here, but it would be difficult for even an experienced veteran to act so quick-wittedly.”
Gack, who was typically silent and rarely if ever wore a smile-like smile, showed me a grin of heartfelt joy.
“Ehehehe! Wow, we got Gack’s praise!”
“…Thanks.”
Rin and Len gave their respective thanks to Gack. The others, too, extolled their performance. Yes, if Rin and Len hadn’t brought everything together, the play truly would have stopped, and who knows what would have happened next.
“Um… Miss Rin, Mr. Len! Thank you so much. I don’t know how to thank you… All of you, I mean. I was so stunned, and I thought, if you hadn’t stepped in…”
“Enough, Miku! We’re all in this play together, okay? Of course we’ll help each other out… we’re friends! And no one’s gonna shout or blame you for making a mistake. When someone makes a mistake, someone else just has to cover for it. Just trust us, okay? I know I’m believing in our lead actress, too!”
“Miss Rin…”
Happiness welled up in my heart hearing Rin say that she believed in me.
“Thank you. I… I’ll learn from my mistake, and do my best in act two. Even though I messed up at the end… It was so much fun performing today. I thought I’d be so nervous, but I found myself dancing like I’d really become the Villager. I thought from the bottom of my heart, what a wonderful party… and I was honored to be standing on that stage. It’s all thanks to this lost script being found, and the troupe holding that audition… It really feels like a miracle.”
Unable to hold in my emotions, I let them all out. In doing so, I felt the mood change a little bit from the excitement over my accident; everyone looked a little restless. Had I said something improper again?
“Y-Yes… You’re right. You really could call it a miracle, indeed.”
“Oh, yes.”
Kaito folded his arms, then slowly opened his mouth as if about to tell a fairy tale.
“Come to think of it, perhaps we never told you the story of how we came to discover Crazy ∞ nighT. Well, this is a good opportunity for that. …One night, after finis.h.i.+ng a show, we were drinking in green room #1 for our usual celebration. Then the prop-maker Ia came and told us she’d lost a prop for tomorrow’s show, and couldn’t find it anywhere in the theater.
"We, too, searched every nook and cranny. And just in case, we decided to also search the rarely-opened underground cellar, where no-longer-used props and setpieces were stored. In doing so, we found an old, rotten box in the back of the cellar. We casually opened the suspicious box, and…”
“Inside was a book… t.i.tled Crazy ∞ nighT.”
“Yes, Len was the one who found it. We were so surprised, and thought it couldn’t be true. After all… as far as anyone knows, the mansion Mr. Burlet lived in was burned down long ago, and no trace of it remained. As such, no detailed records of his life or anything else about him remain any longer. It’s also said that he himself died in that fire, but no details on that remain either. If any of his belongings were found, they’d go for a premium on the same level as a national treasure…
"But here at the Burlet Company, the theater he created, a few of his belongings were found after his death. Including, now, by sheer coincidence, his lost posthumous work. It would appear that sometime before his mansion burned down, he visited the theater and left the script in the cellar.”
“Perhaps upon his death, he wanted to leave a glimmer of hope for the people who carried on his will… That’s what we felt when we found the script. And we noticed that this play, Crazy ∞ nighT, showed inspiration from his hometown of Zacry Village, his mansion, and the surrounding forest. So we traveled to that village many times, doing research to come if only slightly closer to understanding the play he’d pictured. It was a wonderfully tranquil place.”
Meiko gently smiled, remembering that time nostalgically. Zacry Village… The village where Mr. Burlet lived, and my own birthplace as well. I was somewhat pleased to hear her complimenting it.
“Oh yes, we took many trips there. It was inconvenient to be sure, being so backwoods, but it was quite pretty.”
“Yeah, it was very peaceful and livable. I’d like to live somewhere like that someday.”
“Oh, Len… You just want to copy everything Mr. Burlet does, don’t you! Like the other day, you made a wax seal you’ll never use because you said he had one! Gosh, you’re such a Burlet nerd!”
Without exception, the members of the company aspired to Mr. Burlet’s works and charisma, with such unimpeded pa.s.sion as to be called fanatical. Len in particular, in contrast to his cool att.i.tude and appearance, was said to likely be the one who adored Burlet the most. His sister had told me in secret that he had a dedicated collection room at home with countless Burlet-related items, strived to be better than anyone at acting out his works, and dreamed of someday becoming a playwright himself.
“…And that’s a bad thing? Burlet was a man among men. Of course I’d model myself on him.”
“A wax seal? That doesn’t sound like something youths these days would use much, but I must say, it does seem rather refined of you.”
“Geez, Gack! "Youths these days”? You sound like such an old man!“
"Er… Are any of you listening to my story?”
With all eight members of the cast together, it was hard to stick to a single conversation. Someone would throw in an aside like this, and things would quickly be derailed.
“Er, I’m listening, Mr. Kaito! I want to know what happened next. I’m very, um… curious about… what kind of memories you were making, before I joined the troupe.”
The pasts of the actors who, until not too long ago, I viewed as standing among the clouds. Not to mention, the whole story surrounding Crazy ∞ nighT. We’d all been so busy with practice, I felt I never had the opportunity to ask them about the path leading up to this production.
“Thanks, Miku. Let’s get back to it… In order to put on the perfect enactment of Burlet’s play, we kept going to that village that served as a model for research, working tirelessly on the details of the production. Then we started talking with our advertisers, and picked up some potent sponsors. When the papers wrote "Burlet’s lost work found, the era of the legacy-carrying Burlet Company returns to West End”… we were certainly surprised. This led people all around the world to take interest in us.
“On one hand, the times are changing, and the rise of movies is crus.h.i.+ng theater culture, rotting it away. But there are no small number of theater fans still on the lookout for superb cla.s.sics. Yes, just like us. We’ve long wanted to show his marvelous works to the world, carry on his tradition, let the culture of Burlet survive unchanging to the next generation. In our time, a troupe like the Burlet Company is antiquated, some might say. But perhaps the glorious history of it is still compelling. We want the young people of today to have the chance to understand the quality of his works…”
The others soon became attentive to Kaito’s fervent speech. Their faces were all serious.
“And even among the company… there were some swept up by the changing of times, who sought reform in the Burlet Company. "Rebels” against us… as we called them. When the troupe began to suffer financial woes, the members.h.i.+p split into two - the rebels, and those like us who wanted to preserve the will of Burlet. It was about… a year and a half before you joined, I believe. Daily we would argue about the future of the troupe, sometimes even getting into fistfights over it.“
"Ah, those were the days… My fists really got going sometimes!”
Meiko spoke with an impa.s.sioned look, and Len and Gack in front of her briefly trembled. Though of a calm demeanor and an older-sister-like disposition, she was actually deathly scary when made mad. If someone picked a fight, she’d always give it to them, she boasted; she told me that before she became an actor, until her early teens, she hung out with men and got into fights constantly, a true delinquent. Numerous terrifying legends of her were still pa.s.sed down among the delinquents in the area, it seemed.
“Mei-pie sure put in a lot of work during that time… All the men she dealt with came back one by one, suddenly converted to our side… Well, the point is, in a sense we won the battle to carry on Burlet’s legacy. We held our ground… and then finally, found a chance for a comeback. Which was, of course, this play. You could say the whole trip from falling into money woes a year and a half ago to today was a very dramatic story in itself. As if Burlet had a hand even in the script for those events…”
“Some do deign to say the phantom playwright had the hand of G.o.d, yes… It wouldn’t be too strange to think he did have intellect beyond mortals, would it?”
Even Meg, with a suspicious look, sounded her agreement to Kaito’s speech.
“The pa.s.sion in this company… All your devotion to Mr. Burlet made a miracle happen, I’m sure of it. How wonderful…”
Then Luka, who had been looking at the stage in a sort of trance, spoke.
“You know, I don’t have much interest in theater itself… But his plays are a different story. When I perform in them, I find myself meeting another self in the play. It’s an impossibly joyous feeling. My heart quivers, and I can do nothing but bubble up with pa.s.sion for my other self.”
“We’ve really been saved by the works our great predecessor left us. If we hadn’t found this script back then, the company wouldn’t have had a future. We have to keep going further with his plays, and protect the troupe. Many things have beenlost to that end, but still, I…”
Kaito’s eyes gazed off into the distance. Seeing his determined face, Meiko responded sympathetically.
“I understand what you mean to say, Kaito. Whatever the reason, it’s truly painful to lose friends. But we all joined the troupe wanting to perform Burlet plays, didn’t we? We’ll keep alive the works and the company left by the one we adore… And that is a truly happy thing. This play, too… it feels like a dream.”
(Lose friends…?)
Meiko spoke sadly, seeming to reflect on the irreplaceable time she’d spent with everyone. The others, too, went from being excited to having pained faces, recalling both happiness and sadness, and quietly listened to her.
“Yes, it really seems like such a dream…”
With act one over, everyone in the company began doing their respective preparations for act two. I was by myself in the props room on the second floor, helping with the prop work. The task was neatly arranging pages of old newspapers to be used tomorrow. No page could be too large or too small. I had to picture the scene in which they were used in my head, and carefully a.s.semble them for that purpose. Sitting in a work desk by the windowsill, I finished one and then glanced up out the window.
There’d been a full house today. Even the standing seats sold out, and after all tickets were sold, the streets outside were still flooded over with people who came after hearing about it from newspaper extras. It was 10 PM, long past the theater closed, but there were still crowds of fans waiting outside the green room entrance for the actors to come out. Among them was a group with matching outfits… looking closer, I realized I’d found Rin and Luka’s fans. I gazed at them absent-mindedly for a while, then one suddenly grabbed another by the collar and yelled something. A fight was starting - a scene I’d seen many times before.
“Are they going to be okay without umbrellas? I hope they don’t catch cold…”
The rain that had started in the evening continued to fall with a light drizzling sound, forming some puddles on the street. Gack told me that the forecast for this weekend, and thus the three days of Crazy ∞ nighT’s run, was nothing but rain. I suppose it was the knowledge and experience he’d picked up running a farm as a second job - Gack could sense weather patterns from wind direction and temperature, and he had yet to make an incorrect prediction. Even in this rain, there’d been a superb turnout, which seemed to indicate that act one was a huge success.
Ahh… ah.
While casually looking down at the rainy street, I saw one of Len’s fans, a pa.s.sionate frequenter of the theater, leave out the green room entrance. He boarded a limousine parked on the street, and the car sped off.
“Was that Mr. Len’s sponsor…? He’s always watching from the VIP seats… The gentleman who brings the roses Miss Luka says always look so cool… I wonder what color they were today…? I don’t suppose… they’re lovers, are they…?”
All the actors in this play were main cast members, each with their own level of popularity, and many fans to their name. Rin and Len had the greatest number of pa.s.sionate supporters, Luka had fans that showed up every time without fail, and even Miku who just entered the troupe had a significant number of people who knew her face.
“That’s so nice… I wonder if I’ll ever have fans like that, someday…”
“…Don’t you already?”
I turned around in surprise and found Len at the now-open door. He was holding a huge blue bouquet improperly like a baseball bat, his left hand leaning it against his shoulder. A complete departure from during the play, his expression was as neutral as ever, but he seemed just a little displeased to me.
“…M-Mr. Len! When did you…?”
“…Eh.”
“Um…”
“…”
Len and I had hardly ever spoken. Not only was I withdrawn, finding difficulty speaking to others, Len was on the shy side and only talked with those he was close to - and since Rin, Meiko, and Meg were always around him, there were very few chances for just the two of us to speak. An awkward silence. I tried to think up a topic, feeling obligated to continue the conversation. But I felt like we’d said all there was to be said about the show earlier when the whole group was together, and nothing else appropriate came to mind.
I glanced toward Len, and as we made eye contact, I noticed he was sort of staring at me. His blue eyes bordered by long gold eyelashes, though technically the same color as Rin’s, gave a different impression from Rin’s cheery ones, carrying a serene and quiet glint instead. But I knew that during his performances, his eyes had an abnormally pa.s.sionate look to them. Right now, they were back to his usual frigid blue, but I found both colors to be beautiful.
“…I don’t want you getting the wrong idea, so just so you know…”
“Wrong idea?”
“They’re just a sponsor, that’s all.”
I tilted my head, not immediately knowing who he meant by “they.”
“…I mean the man who gave me these roses.”
“Ah… C-Could you have, um… heard me…?”
“I didn’t really mean to hear it. …But I heard it.”
“I-I’m sorry! That was rude of me…”
“…It’s fine. Just as long as you understand that it’s not anything like that…”
Maybe that was the reason he looked upset. Though Len never showed much interest in others, he was seemingly not so hard-hearted to this person who, while a sponsor, was still a fan. (With other people, he would display overt displeasure.) He would always smile at this enthusiastic support, so I foolishly misinterpreted that, and my mind took it in a weird direction.
“This rain is… really something.”
I looked toward the bouquet in his hand and noticed it was a little wet, with drips falling off the petals.
“It is. Mr. Gack said it would rain all throughout the production…”
“Hmm… Then there’s no doubt about it. I bet you anything he’ll be busy checking his vineyard tomorrow.”
“Huh…? You think Mr. Gack will be late?”
“…There are lots of times when no one’s watching him… Did you not know that he often slips away to his nearby field when he has the chance?”
“N-No, I had no idea… Oh, actually, Mr. Kaito said today that he came really early, but he hadn’t seen him since. But wasn’t that because he went to pick up Miss Meg?”
“…Could’ve easily been both. He seems to be an expert at it, and he isn’t like Meg, making big blunders like being extremely late. He’s not the only one juggling jobs. Luka and Meg are often gone to do modeling or writing… Even we sometimes go do rounds to advertise. The point is, you can go around doing whatever you want. As long as, in the end, you can put forth your a.s.sets, your acting talent, then no one will complain.”
“I see… You all do a lot besides just practice. Which broadens your horizons, and that experience helps with your acting…”
“You’ve got it. Practice alone won’t make a play go perfect. You have to do a variety of things, go a variety of places, experience more. And someday, I…”
“…Huh?”
“…No, forget it.”
He seemed just a little sad, I thought. Silence fell again. Since we’d never spoken just the two of us before, it was tense for me. I had to come up with a topic.
“Um… Mr. Len, what do you do on your days off? Like, as a hobby, or…”
“…Billiards.”
“O-Ohh! That’s right, you do talk about that with Mr. Gack and Mr. Kaito! Oh, and wasn’t Miss Meiko supposed to be really good…?”
“…Yeah.”
Not good… The conversation wasn’t getting anywhere. I’d never played billiards myself, and while there was a billiards room at the theater, I’d never gone into it for anything but cleaning.
“…U-Uhhhmmm, Mr. Len! Ah, what’s your favorite play by Mr. Burlet?”
“…”
We met eyes briefly, but he quickly turned away. I couldn’t read his still-neutral face, unchanging since he’d come into the room. The silence was so awkward, I’d abruptly forced myself to come up with another topic. I was shocked to my very core by my inability to take a hint, and regretted my question as soon as I heard myself say it.
“…I think my favorite might be The Silence of the Snowy Night…”
“Oh! That’s actually my favorite, too…! It was my first Burlet play, which my grandma took me to see when I was little. I was so entranced by the realistic world in the story, I felt like I’d been left behind in the play… I was so moved by it, it got me wanting to become an actress!”
I had the same favorite play as this prodigy! That trivial coincidence made me happy, and while I knew my words were pretty jumbled, I went on talking anyway.
“Huh… So you like it too. It’s particularly dark and sad, even for Burlet, but it has a sense of wonder I never get tired of seeing. The story itself is great, but the details of the set are truly amazing. Just a single production of a Burlet play can use so many sets. Even the snow and the way it falls… from the powdery snow to the stormy snow, all the props are made specifically to match their scene. All those minor details compounding is what creates his dense worlds.”
Perhaps because of the fact that out of over a hundred Burlet plays, we had the same favorite, he became significantly more talkative than before.
“Is that right? I’ve only been here half a year, so… I’ve never seen The Silence of the Snowy Night performed by the current main cast…”
“…I haven’t played in it yet, either. I think someone said that it was planned next after Crazy ∞ nighT…”
“Is it?! Wow… I can’t wait!”
I wondered, what would that masterpiece look like played by this cast? The part of the protagonist, the boy who loses the girl he loves… Could it be?
“It seems like there’s no one but… well, for now, no one but me for the lead part. After all, I can play the part, and I’m not too old for it.”
“I think you’d be perfect as the lead, Mr. Len! I’d love to see what kinds of performances the company’s current cast puts on. I really can’t wait…”
“…Well, it’s not all fun and games. That script calls for more acting skill than others, so I’m sure it’ll need a lot of practice. And I’ve no doubt you’ll be picked for the cast, too.”
“…Huh?”
“…”
I might be picked, too…? Again? For the next Burlet Company performance? I believed that I’d been picked as the lead actress for Crazy ∞ nighT on account of being an unknown newcomer from the same village as Mr. Burlet - to “make some news,” in a sense. Thus, I was completely prepared for, and resigned to, the possibility of being discharged after this show if I didn’t do well.
“That performance you put on today… It was pretty good.”
“…!”
I lifted my head, unable to hide my surprise at the sudden praise. “Pretty good,” the prodigy said - about my acting. My face flushed with joy.
“So there’s a pretty considerable chance you’ll be cast in the next play, too; not just a one-hit wonder. But…”
As he spoke, he stopped leaning on the doorway and stepped to face me, meeting me head-on. The pouring rain echoed through the room, and there were easily five meters between us, yet his quiet, monologue-like words were spoken clearly, so I could hear them easily. The art of speaking in a quiet tone, yet not being drowned out by surrounding noise, voice and mood both reaching all the way to the furthest seats… It was one I still hadn’t learned.
“If you want to aim higher, it’s no good to keep practicing this same way. You might come to a stop somewhere. So you should study the basics more.”
“Basics?”
“Yeah. Not so much the basics of acting, but helpful skills to go on top of acting. What do you think the most essential skill for an actor is?”
I puzzled over it for a bit, not immediately having an answer.
“Err… ex, expressiveness?”
“Nope.”
“Eh…? Ahh, um… e-experience?”
“Nope. I mean, that’s important. But the most important thing is insight.”
“Insight…”
“A good play makes the audience even forget about their real selves, so they can get absorbed in the world in front of them. Making a good play takes set preparation, backstage help, and most importantly, the actors’ acting ability. But "acting ability” covers a lot of things. If you ask me what sort of ability it is… it’s being able to show something fake as if it were real.“
"Making the fake… real…?”
“To put it bluntly, it’s a trick. Us fooling the audience. We convince them that what they’re looking at is another real world. That’s what a play is. A totally fabricated sham. A world with props, sets, people, and surrounding events that are all downright lies. So, how much can you do to make it seem like it’s not? Can you show it as if it were the real world? That’s our job.”
“Yes… I see. But what do you mean by insight being most important?”
“You have to act like this sham is real, and fool the audience into thinking that. That fooling is where insight is key. Let’s say I do some action, and somebody… let’s say you’re watching. You’re going to feel some way about it, have some kind of reaction. Well, what if I could make predictions about how you’d react, and what if my prediction was almost never wrong? Then I could fool you as much as I wanted without you noticing anything amiss - I could freely manipulate your feelings.”
“…!”
“Say, if I tore apart this bouquet of roses, right here… Would you be scared?”
“Huh…?”
Len approached me slowly, a hint of madness in the back of his eyes. A few blue petals, thicker in color than even his eyes, fluttered off the roses. I stood up and almost reflexively backed away from him.
“What must I say… or do… to scare you? Go for the visual, and tear apart these roses…? Or maybe swiftly go to your pain receptors, forcefully punch you… But depending on the person, things done to instill fear might not instill fear, but rather anger or sadness… or even joy. Yes, surely even that’s a possibility… And all of those possibilities are in a big mix. But you want to know the exact result. How do you find out? What should you do, to find out what emotion they’ll feel?”
Len had gotten up right in front of me, staring right at my face. There was a faint smile on his lips, and his wide, unblinking eyes showed the cold-blooded cruelty of a predator about to leap on prey. I’m scared… Why did I feel scared of him? He’d been talking perfectly normally, but then this sudden transformation… he had completely changed in an instant. He held up the bouquet toward the ceiling, and quickly swung it down. I shut my eyes to brace for the coming impact.
“…”
“…Sigh.”
“…”
“I guess that was just too scary, huh?”
“…Huh?”
I timidly opened my eyes and saw only blue. It was the bouquet, right? My vision was too blurry to tell; I’d started crying.
“My bad. I went too far.”
“…”
“…Please don’t cry. I’m sorry.”
“Sniff…”
He was definitely just teasing me. All he did was say he might tear apart the bouquet or punch me, and approach me with a scary look, and I completely fell for it. Alas, I really had been scared. For a moment, it was scary enough to make me cry. Such was his acting skill - I had been completely fooled. I let my tears and snot run for a while, and he anxiously handed me a handkerchief, so I loudly blew my nose on it. His straight face turned slightly more displeased.
“You’re going to blow on it…? Well, fine.”
“P-Punishment for muh-making me cry…”
“…I said "my bad.”“
"I know… the answer.”
“Huh?”
“By observing me… you could tell what to do to scare me. That’s why you were staring at me…”
“…That’s right. I’m happy that you finally get it,” Len replied, without a trace of happiness in his face.
Was he acting all cool to make it impossible to discern what he was thinking? Or was that his normal way of expressing emotions? I didn’t know yet. How could I know he was really thinking “I’m happy”?
“…I… never thought about all that at all… I just wanted to act in a play, and hoped people would like me as the Villager… that’s all I thought…”
“It’s also essential to immerse yourself in the world of the play, dedicating yourself to becoming your role. However, you have to read the mood from the audience and the other players, and adjust your acting accordingly. Otherwise the fabricated world begins to slip away. Like that moment today.”
“I got so wrapped up in my acting… I became the Villager and totally forgot about really being Miku, so I was blind to everything around me…”
“Well, it goes the other way; it’s not good to read the audience too much, and play right to their expectations. You have to keep betraying their expectations, in a good way. But you also have to balance it with their a.s.surance that you’ll always come through in the end. An unstable performance that no one understands makes the audience uneasy, and then there’s no way they can enjoy the play. So keeping balance is the hardest part, in a way.”
“So just dedicating myself strictly to acting won’t do…”
“But that is important. The harder you’re trying, the more you get through to people. n.o.body’s going to be displeased if they see you’re trying your best, right?”
“Yeah… That’s right.”
“And when it’s a klutz like you desperately giving her best effort, it’s going to look even better to people than it would for a regular actor.”
“…Sniff…”
“I guess I’ve said a lot. All I want to say is… Your honesty and the way you never doubt anybody is admirable, but if you want to climb higher in the world, that won’t be enough. You should learn about strategy, too - using your insight to fool the audience.”
“O-Okay…”
“Although, hm… you’d probably make a good audience member.”
“Eh?”
“Because you’re easy to fool. You should observe the feelings of the most easily-swayed people first. You can probably empathize with them.”
“…”
“Once you’ve got enough experience, maybe you can fool me someday, huh?”
“I-I’ll try… But fooling you seems like much too high a hurdle for me, Mr. Len…”
“…That "Mr. Len” thing is weirding me out.“
"Wha…?! It… is it…?”
“I’m the younger one… You don’t have to call me mister.”
“But…”
“…”
His silent response put a pressure on me, one that spoke to him not accepting a dissenting opinion.
“I understand… E-Er, I mean, got it. I’ll cuh, c-call you… Len. I mean, no! Can I… really call you…?”
“…It’s fine, Miku.”
A boy who, though younger than me, had a wealth of experience, genius intellect, and natural acting talent. I always shrunk before his mature and frigid aura, but I felt like he was a really good person. He was sparing his time to give inexperienced me advice, and showed a desire to get me feeling comfortable with talking to him without scruples. If only slightly, I was being recognized by the other members of the troupe as a true friend.
“Um… Thank you. Really, I’ve been… really nervous… and wondering if it was really okay to be in this troupe. It was always something above the clouds to me, that I always looked up to. Even though I’ve been getting to practice with all you amazing people… it’s been hard for me to move past that. So, um…”
“…We’d be worried if you decided to quit. If you went away all of a sudden like she did, everyone would…”
“She…?”
“…There was a friend of ours who suddenly left us. She had no problem getting lots of lead parts, and her acting was… well, it was good. So… when she left, it was hard for us to deal with.”
“Wow, I see… She must have been amazing if you’re praising her like that, Len. Oh! When Miss Meiko was talking about financial woes and trouble with "rebels” before I entered the troupe, she mentioned losing friends… Is that related…?“
He seemed to tremble a little bit, but I wasn’t sure. Our eyes briefly met, and his seemed to have a hint of sorrow, but he quickly turned aside.
"Well… yeah, some things happened. But, now you’ve joined us. …I have high hopes for you. No, not just me. We all do.”
“…!!”
My heart lept up at Len telling me everyone had their hopes up for me. Still looking down shyly, he quietly added on, “Even if you do have a ways to go.”
“Um, well, I’ll try harder than ever! I really want to live up to your expectations, Mr. Len, and everyone else’s…!”
“That’d be appreciated. Oh… and the "mister” came back.“
”…Oh!“
"Anyway… Meiko asked me to come get you. Are you done with that?”
Hearing “that,” I looked down at the huge strewn pile of newspaper pages at my feet. I’d have to make a few more bundled newspapers to be finished. And once I was done, I’d then have to take them to the prop crew.
“…I’ll tell her, then. Go meet Meiko in the wings when you’re done.”
Len turned his heel and headed for the door.
“U-Um! You forgot this! Your bouquet!”
“…I’ll give those to you. They’re a good fit for you today… right down to the meaning of the flowers.”
“Huh…? But…”
“I’m a guy. I don’t get any joy from getting flowers.”
Len lifted his lips into a wonderful smile. Ah, I see… So this was the face he had when he was really “displeased.”
Picking up the bag of old newspapers with both hands, I left the second floor props room and went downstairs. On my way down the hall to the stage, I found Rin in front of the door to green room #2. She was carefully holding her shoulder bag in her hands, watchful of her surroundings. That unusual scene I’d seen in the green room before the show returned to my mind. I carefully observed Rin, and saw something move ever-so-slightly inside her bag. I approached her and spoke.
“Miss Rin!”
“Eh? Oh, Miku! Ahhh, umm…”
Suddenly, the cover on her leather bag was gently lifted up. A kitten lept out, landed on the floor, and quietly mewed.
“Waaah! A c-cat…”
“(Aaaah! Miku, shhh!)”, Rin whispered at me.
So she’d snuck a kitten into the green room. Pets weren’t allowed in the theater, so if any managers saw it, she’d probably get yelled at.
“…Did you… pick it up off the street?”
“Y-Yeah… Keep it a secret from everybody, okay? They’ll yell at me for picking up another one. But what else was I gonna do…?”
Rin had an uncomfortable look, looking up at me with serious eyes. Like a child whose prank got found out, frantic to patch things up with excuses. I’d always seen her as a cheery uplifter who stood on the same level as the adults of the company, so seeing her fl.u.s.tered and scrambling over a stray cat was a very new experience. Rin lifted up the kitten trying to run around mischievously.
“Have you picked up a lot of strays?”
“…Yeah. I just feel so bad for them. Its mother wasn’t nearby, and it was about to get run over by a car. And the streets were really busy this morning thanks to the fire at Harrods, right? If I’d just left it, then…”
Rin’s expression was somewhat gloomy. She stared at the stray cat in her bag, but her gaze was uncertain, as if looking at something else past it. She went silent.
“I know how you feel. When I see an abandoned animal, somehow I can’t just leave it. I didn’t have parents myself, so when I saw kittens or puppies left alone without their parents, I always picked them up. Though my grandma would get mad at me…”
“Huh? Miku, you didn’t have a dad either?”
“My dad… well, both my parents pa.s.sed on right after I was born. So my grandmother raised me.”
“I see…”
The kitten in Rin’s arms slipped through and sunk back into her bag. It seemed to like it in there. Rin gently stroked the cat’s head with her open right hand, and placed her left on her neck. I glanced at the locket she always wore around it.
“Um… Miss Rin, do you also not have…?”
Immediately, Rin stared piercingly at me. With a look like she was scouring through me for something. She had just the same eyes her brother did when I encountered him in the props room.
“W-Well… Yes, I have one, a father. And a mother too… probably.”
Only looking sad for a brief moment, she instantly turned around from her nervous att.i.tude and put on her usual lively smile.
“Oh, but! This kitty has me now! So everything’s fine!”
“Are you planning to keep it? Can you keep it at your house…?”
“Yeah! I’m allergic, though!”
“Whaaa?! Is that going to work out…?”
“Yeah… Somehow! Len can help too.”
“…”
Was it safe for her to live with a cat if she was allergic to them? And she seemed unfazed right now, but I worried that she’d start to show an allergic reaction holding the cat like this. But she kept her composure and happily stroked the kitten’s throat again.
“I’m going to go leave it with a friend for now! I’ll be back in about ten minutes. After that, we’ll get ready for our afterparty in green room #1! We still aren’t fully prepared for tomorrow, are we? Were you headed back to the stage?”
“Oh, yes. There may be some things to clean up still…”
“Then can you tell the cast to meet in green room #1 when they’re all done? We’ll have a meeting about act two, and a nice little celebration for the success of the first day! Okay, Miku?”
“…Y-Yes!”
“Oh, and you can drop the "miss”! Just call me Rin.“
Just the same thing her brother had told me earlier…
"I was just thinking Len might’ve told you that, too.”
“How did you…?”
“I kneeew it! Aww, Len beat me to the punch again. He always runs ahead to s.n.a.t.c.h the best opportunities! Even though everyone knows it’s Rin who keeps spirits high in this company!”
Did the twins have some kind of telepathy? I was stunned that she’d guessed right about Len’s conversation with me in the props room. Unless, heaven forbid, she was listening from outside the room in secret…? It didn’t seem that way. Maybe this was a talent that came with the “insight” Len was talking about.
“Oh yeah, and Luka, too! Pleased with that handkerchief she gave you today?”
“Huh…? O-Oh, yes! It has such a cute design… It almost feels like a waste to use it.”
“Great! Actually, she bought it the other day when I went shopping with her. She looked so serious about trying to pick out the perfect one! Apparently, she wanted to wait until the show was all over and give it to you as a present then… Oh, but don’t tell her I said that, or she’ll get mad!”
With that, Rin waved her hand and ran off in a hurry. Once she was out of sight, I carefully took out the handkerchief Luka had given me and focused my eyes on it again. Luka, yes, that Luka, had picked this out just for me… The corners of my eyes heated up, and I pressed the handkerchief to them.
Everyone thought of me as a friend… That happy fact gave me the strength to keep doing my best tomorrow. I had to try harder, so that I could at least repay them a little for all they’d given me. I’d steel myself for tomorrow, and make up for my mistake.
After Rin left, I went to the right wing of the stage. The backstage set crew, stagehands, and lighting staff were all gathered, more or less finis.h.i.+ng up with their preparations for tomorrow. Kaito stood in the middle of them giving managerial directions. Over in the left wing, I saw Meiko, Gack, and Meg talking with the prop-maker Ia about something.
“…Oh yes, indeed! Then, too. Though she’s usually very clumsy…”
“Ah… Now that you mention it, you’re right. She was like another person entirely.”
“Like? She totally was! Like she lept right out of the play!”
“I was really moved by her performance today, too! Miss Miku’s helped me a lot with the props, even… Oh, Miss Miku!”
They appeared to be talking me up. I tried to hide my fidgety restlessness as I approached them.
“Well done, everyone…! Um, sorry to keep you waiting, Miss Meiko!”
“Well, I antic.i.p.ated as much. Len and Rin caught you, didn’t they?”
“Eh?! H-How did you know…”
Len, Rin, and now Meiko were correctly guessing my actions as accurately as if they were watching the whole time. It began to go beyond surprise and strike fearful awe into me. As far as I could tell from their faces, everyone was just making mere guesses, so how in the world…
“How, you ask? Heehee… It’s a secret. But you’re really easy to read; everything shows on your face.”
“…Is it really that blatant?”
“Yes, very! But that’s a fine thing. Lovable, even.”
“L-Love…?”
“Indeed. I feel you have a very good character about you. It’s ador… cough, ahem! …Ah, it’s magnificent.”
“M-Mr. Gack… are you actually praising Miss Miku? That thing you said to me earlier, too… "That blunder was truly magnificent! I haven’t seen such a hilari… cough, cough - pleasantly wonderful mistake in years!” I wasn’t sure if that was supposed to be pleasing or depressing.“
Ia looked up at Gack with scornful eyes, and he smiled awkwardly.
"Gack is quick to compliment anything as "magnificent,” but… sometimes that compliment isn’t particularly appreciated, hm? I was carrying some set parts once, and he told me “Miss Meiko, your upper biceps are truly magnificent. Very practically useful!” My pride was really hurt by that one…“
"W… Was it, now? I, ah… I meant it purely, from the heart…”
“Praising a lady’s biceps from the heart…? Mr. Gack, you really don’t know how to deal with a woman’s feelings, do you! I mean, I can get really intense too when I’m writing, but I’ve still got the heart of a proper lady! You’re always asking if I’m eating enough or if I’m hungry, but every time I hear that, I feel like you’re making me out to be a glutton! I mean, it’s true to an extent? But there are limits!”
“Oh, yes! He’s done that to me, too…”
Like a dam bursting, the women spoke up about the thoughtless things Gack would casually say to them daily. He backed away in fear of their intensity, looking around wildly. He usually stayed calm and composed with a c.o.c.ky smile, so it was amusing to see him fl.u.s.tered like this.
Gack was cool and orderly in appearance, very popular with women without any rumors of frivolity; a serious, kind, likable young man. But being such a good person, sometimes he’d slip up and I’d see him get a scolding, usually from his female colleagues. I’m not sure how to best describe it, but he was never doubtful of people, had a tendency of being too pure, and would be leniently forgiven at times when he should have been admonished, sometimes even applauded. And often times, this didn’t please the women.
He winced, red-faced, and his eyebrows sank, quickly losing his usual mature dignity. Seeing him so droopy and shrunken-away reminded me of a dog being scolded by its master for doing something that it thought was good, and not understanding why. I felt a little sorry about it, so I came to his aid.
“Um… I think that sort of slight thickheadedness Mr. Gack has is just great! He usually always has this grown-up feeling to him, so from time to time, seeing him getting scolded and turning frantic… It’s kind of cute, like watching a dog. I guess I just think it’s great that he has all these sides to him.”
“Miss Miku…! Thank you very much.”
“…Miku? That… doesn’t follow from what we said at all… And Gack, is that remark really something to be happy about? Sigh…”
With a great sigh, Meiko scrunched her face sourly, like sucking a lemon.
“Hmm… I can see some overlap between Miss Miku and Mr. Gack. I mean, maybe they’re trying to be serious, but they’re just out-of-it by nature. Sometimes I feel like I’ve run out of responses to their antics…”
“You do a good job even trying, Miss Meg… Well, I suppose that’s part of these two’s charm.”
“Ia, no need to kick them while they’re down. But… yes, being serious and suave alone isn’t very interesting… Maybe a few unfortunate elements here and there help to add flavor.”
“U-Unfortunate… elements, Miss Meiko…?”
“It’s a compliment! Heehee…”
Once the lengthy teasing came to an end, Meiko, Meg, and Ia had bright smiles, and Gack beside them hung his head and drooped his shoulders with disappointment.
While Kaito was more of a feminist, Gack kept to some old customs rare in these times, striving for the traditional way of the gentleman. So he was fundamentally kind and sweet to women, and as a result of that personality, found it hard to make a reb.u.t.tal when they went off and berated him. After a sigh, Meiko turned back toward me.
“At any rate, Miku, back to business. It’s about that last scene today. Because of the broken clock, that part where you drop the letter was a little off, wasn’t it? Do you remember about where you dropped it? Just as close as you can recall; I was just thinking that since I’ll be the only one on stage at the start of the act, I’ll need to put that in position as well. Can you help me with that?”
“I understand. Oh, Miss Ia! I finished with these… Can you check them for me?”
After replying to Meiko, I handed Ia the bag of newspapers I was carrying.
“Wow, you did all of it… Thank you! That’s a huge help. It’s tedious work making these!”
“I’ll help any time you need it!”
Ia thanked me with a charming smile and went back to finis.h.i.+ng up her other work. I then went back up on stage with Meiko to prepare for the beginning of act two.
“Helping with the prop-making… Now, that’s great!”
“Not really… I can’t really do anything significant…”
“Ia’s working double time to do the setpieces for this play too, so she’s really busy. I’m sure that even you helping out with the small tasks is a big help to her. We’re short on hands right now…”
I was reminded of earlier remarks about numerous people quitting during the conflict a year and half before I arrived here. Thus, in order to get the large-scale set for this play done in time, it seems all the backstage staff had to do extra work outside their usual fields.
“Everyone! Stay where you are and listen!”
Kaito, who’d been observing the entire stage and giving directions, began to shout directions loudly enough for everyone to hear.
“We’re almost done with the final adjustments for tomorrow’s set. Backstage staff, I know you have early-morning preparations to do, so head home for today and get some good rest. And the rest of you, finish up quickly so you can go home soon. All the cast members, we’re about to do our final checks for tomorrow. Sorry to wear you out, but as soon as we finish this, we’ll meet up in green room #1.”
“Um, Mr. Kaito. I know we’re backstage staff, buuut… we can still do what we like, right?”, the stagehand Mayu quickly asked from behind Kaito.
“Sure, as long as it won’t impact you tomorrow. Looking at the state of things, I don’t think we’ll be able to do an afterparty for the whole crew. Tell everyone that for me. Oh, and Mayu… Don’t drink too much. Good work today!”
“Okaaay! You too, Mr. Kaito!”
Mayu thanked Kaito, turned to the staff members behind her, and gave them a grin and an OK sign. With direct permission from the stage manager to party, the staff proceeded out in groups. It seemed they were all planning to have their own after-show celebration at a bar somewhere.
All of a sudden, I remembered Rin telling me to inform the cast about a minor celebration in the green room. I’d completely forgotten about it.
“Oh, Mr. Kaito! Mis… Er, Rin told me she was preparing a meeting for the cast to talk about tomorrow, and to have an afterparty.”
“All riiight! Let’s get drinking! I’ll have to get Meg to make you-know-what again, heeheehee…”
Meiko put on a face-filling smile at the mention of the word “afterparty.”
“Ohh, Meiko, do you just think of me as a handy drink dispenser?! I know you love beer and all, but it feels like you only consider me "useful” at times like these…“
Having worked at a bar in her bottom-of-the-ladder days, Meg knew a lot about alcohol. She was intimately familiar with c.o.c.ktails, all kinds of beer, and the tastiest ways to drink everything. I guess it was just her way to thoroughly master anything she got involved in, as she was apparently on the same level as first-cla.s.s bartenders. In fact, it wasn’t just beer; she was an expert in all drinks, particularly tea and coffee. I’d often seen the cast badger her to mix drinks for them. Particularly our beer- and tea-lover Meiko, of course.
"M-My… That’s not true at all.”
“Oh, reeeally?”
Meg glared right at Meiko’s face with doubtful eyes.
“W-Well, yes, really! Besides, of course I recognize you can make more than just c.o.c.ktails. Your tea is simply the most delicious thing…! Say, Miku, aren’t you a big fan of Meg’s tea too?”
Meiko quickly s.h.i.+fted the topic, looking for agreement. Meg turned toward me, still glaring.
“Eh? Y-Yes! The first time Miss Meg poured me her milk tea… I’d never gotten to drink such delicious tea before… It has such a heart-soothing flavor…”
“Well said, Miku. Yes, you’re exactly right! Meg’s a wonderful person, not just restricted to beer, but capable of making delicious tea, coffee, or any other drink. Truly dependable. And even so, her occupation is that of a playwright. And she’s a stellar actress on top of all that? Such an inspiration!”
Meiko overbearingly sung Meg’s praises, bringing in totally unrelated topics. They were all true statements, but surely even Meg had to sense her true intents heaping this praise now, of all times.
“Ah, geeeeez! Miss Meiko, that’s too much! You’re going to make me blush… All right! In commemoration of the success of today’s show, I’ll make your favorite Meiko Special!”
“Woohoo! So generous, our Meg! The famed baroness of beverages!”
“M-Miss Meg…?! (You do realize she’s back to only complimenting you for drinks…!)”
“A-hem! But of course! Despite appearances, I know all about drinks. The Meiko Special is mostly made from premium alcohol, so it would normally go for a very high price… But today, we splurge! Because today is the commemorable first production day of Crazy ∞ nighT! Miss Miku, I’ll make you a Miku-Miku Special for being such a hard-working lead actress, too!”
“Miku-Miku… Special…?!”
No, as usual, Meg was taken in by Meiko’s silver tongue. She would, once again, gladly be a handy drink dispenser. Gack watched the two of them wordlessly and sighed.
“…I feel they might be drinking a bit too much tonight.”
By the time I was done checking the start-of-act setup with Meiko, it was already 11 PM. Kaito, Gack, and Meg had already gone upstairs, so only Meiko and the prop-maker Ia remained in the wings.
“Hey, Miku. Did Rin look okay?”
I was stuck for an answer to the sudden question. Okay? What could she possibly be asking about?
“Err… She seemed as energetic as usual, I guess…?”
“I see. That’s good. But… She does have asthma, you know, so I wonder…”
“Huh…?”
“Oh, did you not see? I was certain she was hiding another stray kitten or something in green room #2…”
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Now I’ve done it… I may just have ruined the whole play…
Applause continued to roar, and the moment I went up into the wings of the stage, the actors approached with frightening looks. I hung my head wordlessly, unable to look them in the eye. That mistake had without a doubt ruined the script, ruined a Burlet play. I’d metaphorically torn up a script written by the playwright everyone here wors.h.i.+pped, broken a prop, and forced everyone to adlib.
It was said that, while Burlet was alive, he would not forgive any mistake in acting out the most minor details written in the script - not a single blink, sigh, or footstep could be off. The perfect set was to have the perfect players, and their combination would create an overwhelmingly realistic world for the play. Such a carefully-calculated world would crumble from the slightest error. What the Villager had done - it was sacrilege against him. A bead of cold sweat ran down my spine.
“…I’m sorry!! I-I… I made an unforgivable mistake…!”
Kaito retained his sharp expression and firmly grabbed my shoulders.
“Are you hurt?!”
“…Huh…?”
“You swung your hand into the clock, yes? Show me… That must have hurt.”
“My, it made such a loud noise, too. I felt my heart stop…”
I held my trembling left hand out, and Kaito and Luka carefully examined it. It was a little sore, but there was nothing in the way of an injury.
“Thank goodness… We were worried.”
Everyone sighed with relief, losing the sharp gazes they’d had before. I was certain they’d be angry. Bewildered by their response, my vision wavered as I wondered how to respond. No one seemed to care a lick that I’d broken the clock. Their scary looks as they approached gave me a very different idea, but they were just worried about me being hurt… My heart, crushed with fear about having failed and what I should do to make up for it, was slowly warmed.
“…Um… But more importantly than me, the clock might be broken…”
“The prop crew went running toward the stage a second ago. I bet it’ll be fixed by tomorrow,” Len told me, still looking at the stage.
Sure enough, there were two staff members there checking the clock prop all over. Seeing that brought back my urge to get out of here immediately.
“But I… I messed up the script. I… profaned his play…”
“Profaned…? Why?”
“…Because his scripts, they have to be performed perfectly. Not even one mistake can be allowed, or they aren’t complete… And that’s why you all were so serious, and put in so much practice. Of course I knew that… but I…”
The actors’ faces clouded, and they looked off into empty s.p.a.ce. No one would make eye contact with anyone else. There was a long awkward silence, and even the backstage staff hadn’t come to speak to us, because they were busy pretending not to be watching.
“Miku… You’re right that the finale of the act didn’t go according to script. But I don’t think that accident you brought about was a bad thing. No, to be honest… That moment gave me gooseb.u.mps.”
Kaito lowered his eyebrows and spoke with a smile. His face seemed to say “you got me good.”
“Huh?”
“Actually, I feel the same. In all my years in this troupe, nothing’s given me such a thrill before. An unintended accident, bringing such exhilaration as to make the scene unforgettable… I saw your face then, and I wanted to provide help, but I couldn’t move. Just as you said "If only this moment could last forever”… you truly did stop the clock. It came out a little rough, granted, but…“
"I hate to admit it, but I simply have to respect you for making a miracle like that happen. Even if you are just a clumsy oaf most of the time, you made it into something of an art! It puts all of my roles to shame.”
Kaito, Meiko, and even Luka were, for some reason, praising my accident. The dread of my mistake dominated my mind and body such that I didn’t even feel any pain in the hand that struck the clock, so I had no opportunity to see what everyone’s reactions had been. Luka was right that it really was just another one of my clumsy blunders.
“Yeah, we sure were all frozen up! Me included! I was thinking like, the most startling moments are the ones where you don’t even scream! And I was on the other side of Miss Miku from the clock, so I really heard it loud. My heart pounded, and I was watching everyone wondering who would follow up that act!”
“Oh, Meg… Always taking it slow, aren’t you.”
“Really, the accident itself was fantastic enough, but… Len instantly filling in and Miss Rin cleaning up from there was just stupendous, and nothing less. I’ve seen many actors on my long road here, but it would be difficult for even an experienced veteran to act so quick-wittedly.”
Gack, who was typically silent and rarely if ever wore a smile-like smile, showed me a grin of heartfelt joy.
“Ehehehe! Wow, we got Gack’s praise!”
“…Thanks.”
Rin and Len gave their respective thanks to Gack. The others, too, extolled their performance. Yes, if Rin and Len hadn’t brought everything together, the play truly would have stopped, and who knows what would have happened next.
“Um… Miss Rin, Mr. Len! Thank you so much. I don’t know how to thank you… All of you, I mean. I was so stunned, and I thought, if you hadn’t stepped in…”
“Enough, Miku! We’re all in this play together, okay? Of course we’ll help each other out… we’re friends! And no one’s gonna shout or blame you for making a mistake. When someone makes a mistake, someone else just has to cover for it. Just trust us, okay? I know I’m believing in our lead actress, too!”
“Miss Rin…”
Happiness welled up in my heart hearing Rin say that she believed in me.
“Thank you. I… I’ll learn from my mistake, and do my best in act two. Even though I messed up at the end… It was so much fun performing today. I thought I’d be so nervous, but I found myself dancing like I’d really become the Villager. I thought from the bottom of my heart, what a wonderful party… and I was honored to be standing on that stage. It’s all thanks to this lost script being found, and the troupe holding that audition… It really feels like a miracle.”
Unable to hold in my emotions, I let them all out. In doing so, I felt the mood change a little bit from the excitement over my accident; everyone looked a little restless. Had I said something improper again?
“Y-Yes… You’re right. You really could call it a miracle, indeed.”
“Oh, yes.”
Kaito folded his arms, then slowly opened his mouth as if about to tell a fairy tale.
“Come to think of it, perhaps we never told you the story of how we came to discover Crazy ∞ nighT. Well, this is a good opportunity for that. …One night, after finis.h.i.+ng a show, we were drinking in green room #1 for our usual celebration. Then the prop-maker Ia came and told us she’d lost a prop for tomorrow’s show, and couldn’t find it anywhere in the theater.
"We, too, searched every nook and cranny. And just in case, we decided to also search the rarely-opened underground cellar, where no-longer-used props and setpieces were stored. In doing so, we found an old, rotten box in the back of the cellar. We casually opened the suspicious box, and…”
“Inside was a book… t.i.tled Crazy ∞ nighT.”
“Yes, Len was the one who found it. We were so surprised, and thought it couldn’t be true. After all… as far as anyone knows, the mansion Mr. Burlet lived in was burned down long ago, and no trace of it remained. As such, no detailed records of his life or anything else about him remain any longer. It’s also said that he himself died in that fire, but no details on that remain either. If any of his belongings were found, they’d go for a premium on the same level as a national treasure…
"But here at the Burlet Company, the theater he created, a few of his belongings were found after his death. Including, now, by sheer coincidence, his lost posthumous work. It would appear that sometime before his mansion burned down, he visited the theater and left the script in the cellar.”
“Perhaps upon his death, he wanted to leave a glimmer of hope for the people who carried on his will… That’s what we felt when we found the script. And we noticed that this play, Crazy ∞ nighT, showed inspiration from his hometown of Zacry Village, his mansion, and the surrounding forest. So we traveled to that village many times, doing research to come if only slightly closer to understanding the play he’d pictured. It was a wonderfully tranquil place.”
Meiko gently smiled, remembering that time nostalgically. Zacry Village… The village where Mr. Burlet lived, and my own birthplace as well. I was somewhat pleased to hear her complimenting it.
“Oh yes, we took many trips there. It was inconvenient to be sure, being so backwoods, but it was quite pretty.”
“Yeah, it was very peaceful and livable. I’d like to live somewhere like that someday.”
“Oh, Len… You just want to copy everything Mr. Burlet does, don’t you! Like the other day, you made a wax seal you’ll never use because you said he had one! Gosh, you’re such a Burlet nerd!”
Without exception, the members of the company aspired to Mr. Burlet’s works and charisma, with such unimpeded pa.s.sion as to be called fanatical. Len in particular, in contrast to his cool att.i.tude and appearance, was said to likely be the one who adored Burlet the most. His sister had told me in secret that he had a dedicated collection room at home with countless Burlet-related items, strived to be better than anyone at acting out his works, and dreamed of someday becoming a playwright himself.
“…And that’s a bad thing? Burlet was a man among men. Of course I’d model myself on him.”
“A wax seal? That doesn’t sound like something youths these days would use much, but I must say, it does seem rather refined of you.”
“Geez, Gack! "Youths these days”? You sound like such an old man!“
"Er… Are any of you listening to my story?”
With all eight members of the cast together, it was hard to stick to a single conversation. Someone would throw in an aside like this, and things would quickly be derailed.
“Er, I’m listening, Mr. Kaito! I want to know what happened next. I’m very, um… curious about… what kind of memories you were making, before I joined the troupe.”
The pasts of the actors who, until not too long ago, I viewed as standing among the clouds. Not to mention, the whole story surrounding Crazy ∞ nighT. We’d all been so busy with practice, I felt I never had the opportunity to ask them about the path leading up to this production.
“Thanks, Miku. Let’s get back to it… In order to put on the perfect enactment of Burlet’s play, we kept going to that village that served as a model for research, working tirelessly on the details of the production. Then we started talking with our advertisers, and picked up some potent sponsors. When the papers wrote "Burlet’s lost work found, the era of the legacy-carrying Burlet Company returns to West End”… we were certainly surprised. This led people all around the world to take interest in us.
“On one hand, the times are changing, and the rise of movies is crus.h.i.+ng theater culture, rotting it away. But there are no small number of theater fans still on the lookout for superb cla.s.sics. Yes, just like us. We’ve long wanted to show his marvelous works to the world, carry on his tradition, let the culture of Burlet survive unchanging to the next generation. In our time, a troupe like the Burlet Company is antiquated, some might say. But perhaps the glorious history of it is still compelling. We want the young people of today to have the chance to understand the quality of his works…”
The others soon became attentive to Kaito’s fervent speech. Their faces were all serious.
“And even among the company… there were some swept up by the changing of times, who sought reform in the Burlet Company. "Rebels” against us… as we called them. When the troupe began to suffer financial woes, the members.h.i.+p split into two - the rebels, and those like us who wanted to preserve the will of Burlet. It was about… a year and a half before you joined, I believe. Daily we would argue about the future of the troupe, sometimes even getting into fistfights over it.“
"Ah, those were the days… My fists really got going sometimes!”
Meiko spoke with an impa.s.sioned look, and Len and Gack in front of her briefly trembled. Though of a calm demeanor and an older-sister-like disposition, she was actually deathly scary when made mad. If someone picked a fight, she’d always give it to them, she boasted; she told me that before she became an actor, until her early teens, she hung out with men and got into fights constantly, a true delinquent. Numerous terrifying legends of her were still pa.s.sed down among the delinquents in the area, it seemed.
“Mei-pie sure put in a lot of work during that time… All the men she dealt with came back one by one, suddenly converted to our side… Well, the point is, in a sense we won the battle to carry on Burlet’s legacy. We held our ground… and then finally, found a chance for a comeback. Which was, of course, this play. You could say the whole trip from falling into money woes a year and a half ago to today was a very dramatic story in itself. As if Burlet had a hand even in the script for those events…”
“Some do deign to say the phantom playwright had the hand of G.o.d, yes… It wouldn’t be too strange to think he did have intellect beyond mortals, would it?”
Even Meg, with a suspicious look, sounded her agreement to Kaito’s speech.
“The pa.s.sion in this company… All your devotion to Mr. Burlet made a miracle happen, I’m sure of it. How wonderful…”
Then Luka, who had been looking at the stage in a sort of trance, spoke.
“You know, I don’t have much interest in theater itself… But his plays are a different story. When I perform in them, I find myself meeting another self in the play. It’s an impossibly joyous feeling. My heart quivers, and I can do nothing but bubble up with pa.s.sion for my other self.”
“We’ve really been saved by the works our great predecessor left us. If we hadn’t found this script back then, the company wouldn’t have had a future. We have to keep going further with his plays, and protect the troupe. Many things have beenlost to that end, but still, I…”
Kaito’s eyes gazed off into the distance. Seeing his determined face, Meiko responded sympathetically.
“I understand what you mean to say, Kaito. Whatever the reason, it’s truly painful to lose friends. But we all joined the troupe wanting to perform Burlet plays, didn’t we? We’ll keep alive the works and the company left by the one we adore… And that is a truly happy thing. This play, too… it feels like a dream.”
(Lose friends…?)
Meiko spoke sadly, seeming to reflect on the irreplaceable time she’d spent with everyone. The others, too, went from being excited to having pained faces, recalling both happiness and sadness, and quietly listened to her.
“Yes, it really seems like such a dream…”
With act one over, everyone in the company began doing their respective preparations for act two. I was by myself in the props room on the second floor, helping with the prop work. The task was neatly arranging pages of old newspapers to be used tomorrow. No page could be too large or too small. I had to picture the scene in which they were used in my head, and carefully a.s.semble them for that purpose. Sitting in a work desk by the windowsill, I finished one and then glanced up out the window.
There’d been a full house today. Even the standing seats sold out, and after all tickets were sold, the streets outside were still flooded over with people who came after hearing about it from newspaper extras. It was 10 PM, long past the theater closed, but there were still crowds of fans waiting outside the green room entrance for the actors to come out. Among them was a group with matching outfits… looking closer, I realized I’d found Rin and Luka’s fans. I gazed at them absent-mindedly for a while, then one suddenly grabbed another by the collar and yelled something. A fight was starting - a scene I’d seen many times before.
“Are they going to be okay without umbrellas? I hope they don’t catch cold…”
The rain that had started in the evening continued to fall with a light drizzling sound, forming some puddles on the street. Gack told me that the forecast for this weekend, and thus the three days of Crazy ∞ nighT’s run, was nothing but rain. I suppose it was the knowledge and experience he’d picked up running a farm as a second job - Gack could sense weather patterns from wind direction and temperature, and he had yet to make an incorrect prediction. Even in this rain, there’d been a superb turnout, which seemed to indicate that act one was a huge success.
Ahh… ah.
While casually looking down at the rainy street, I saw one of Len’s fans, a pa.s.sionate frequenter of the theater, leave out the green room entrance. He boarded a limousine parked on the street, and the car sped off.
“Was that Mr. Len’s sponsor…? He’s always watching from the VIP seats… The gentleman who brings the roses Miss Luka says always look so cool… I wonder what color they were today…? I don’t suppose… they’re lovers, are they…?”
All the actors in this play were main cast members, each with their own level of popularity, and many fans to their name. Rin and Len had the greatest number of pa.s.sionate supporters, Luka had fans that showed up every time without fail, and even Miku who just entered the troupe had a significant number of people who knew her face.
“That’s so nice… I wonder if I’ll ever have fans like that, someday…”
“…Don’t you already?”
I turned around in surprise and found Len at the now-open door. He was holding a huge blue bouquet improperly like a baseball bat, his left hand leaning it against his shoulder. A complete departure from during the play, his expression was as neutral as ever, but he seemed just a little displeased to me.
“…M-Mr. Len! When did you…?”
“…Eh.”
“Um…”
“…”
Len and I had hardly ever spoken. Not only was I withdrawn, finding difficulty speaking to others, Len was on the shy side and only talked with those he was close to - and since Rin, Meiko, and Meg were always around him, there were very few chances for just the two of us to speak. An awkward silence. I tried to think up a topic, feeling obligated to continue the conversation. But I felt like we’d said all there was to be said about the show earlier when the whole group was together, and nothing else appropriate came to mind.
I glanced toward Len, and as we made eye contact, I noticed he was sort of staring at me. His blue eyes bordered by long gold eyelashes, though technically the same color as Rin’s, gave a different impression from Rin’s cheery ones, carrying a serene and quiet glint instead. But I knew that during his performances, his eyes had an abnormally pa.s.sionate look to them. Right now, they were back to his usual frigid blue, but I found both colors to be beautiful.
“…I don’t want you getting the wrong idea, so just so you know…”
“Wrong idea?”
“They’re just a sponsor, that’s all.”
I tilted my head, not immediately knowing who he meant by “they.”
“…I mean the man who gave me these roses.”
“Ah… C-Could you have, um… heard me…?”
“I didn’t really mean to hear it. …But I heard it.”
“I-I’m sorry! That was rude of me…”
“…It’s fine. Just as long as you understand that it’s not anything like that…”
Maybe that was the reason he looked upset. Though Len never showed much interest in others, he was seemingly not so hard-hearted to this person who, while a sponsor, was still a fan. (With other people, he would display overt displeasure.) He would always smile at this enthusiastic support, so I foolishly misinterpreted that, and my mind took it in a weird direction.
“This rain is… really something.”
I looked toward the bouquet in his hand and noticed it was a little wet, with drips falling off the petals.
“It is. Mr. Gack said it would rain all throughout the production…”
“Hmm… Then there’s no doubt about it. I bet you anything he’ll be busy checking his vineyard tomorrow.”
“Huh…? You think Mr. Gack will be late?”
“…There are lots of times when no one’s watching him… Did you not know that he often slips away to his nearby field when he has the chance?”
“N-No, I had no idea… Oh, actually, Mr. Kaito said today that he came really early, but he hadn’t seen him since. But wasn’t that because he went to pick up Miss Meg?”
“…Could’ve easily been both. He seems to be an expert at it, and he isn’t like Meg, making big blunders like being extremely late. He’s not the only one juggling jobs. Luka and Meg are often gone to do modeling or writing… Even we sometimes go do rounds to advertise. The point is, you can go around doing whatever you want. As long as, in the end, you can put forth your a.s.sets, your acting talent, then no one will complain.”
“I see… You all do a lot besides just practice. Which broadens your horizons, and that experience helps with your acting…”
“You’ve got it. Practice alone won’t make a play go perfect. You have to do a variety of things, go a variety of places, experience more. And someday, I…”
“…Huh?”
“…No, forget it.”
He seemed just a little sad, I thought. Silence fell again. Since we’d never spoken just the two of us before, it was tense for me. I had to come up with a topic.
“Um… Mr. Len, what do you do on your days off? Like, as a hobby, or…”
“…Billiards.”
“O-Ohh! That’s right, you do talk about that with Mr. Gack and Mr. Kaito! Oh, and wasn’t Miss Meiko supposed to be really good…?”
“…Yeah.”
Not good… The conversation wasn’t getting anywhere. I’d never played billiards myself, and while there was a billiards room at the theater, I’d never gone into it for anything but cleaning.
“…U-Uhhhmmm, Mr. Len! Ah, what’s your favorite play by Mr. Burlet?”
“…”
We met eyes briefly, but he quickly turned away. I couldn’t read his still-neutral face, unchanging since he’d come into the room. The silence was so awkward, I’d abruptly forced myself to come up with another topic. I was shocked to my very core by my inability to take a hint, and regretted my question as soon as I heard myself say it.
“…I think my favorite might be The Silence of the Snowy Night…”
“Oh! That’s actually my favorite, too…! It was my first Burlet play, which my grandma took me to see when I was little. I was so entranced by the realistic world in the story, I felt like I’d been left behind in the play… I was so moved by it, it got me wanting to become an actress!”
I had the same favorite play as this prodigy! That trivial coincidence made me happy, and while I knew my words were pretty jumbled, I went on talking anyway.
“Huh… So you like it too. It’s particularly dark and sad, even for Burlet, but it has a sense of wonder I never get tired of seeing. The story itself is great, but the details of the set are truly amazing. Just a single production of a Burlet play can use so many sets. Even the snow and the way it falls… from the powdery snow to the stormy snow, all the props are made specifically to match their scene. All those minor details compounding is what creates his dense worlds.”
Perhaps because of the fact that out of over a hundred Burlet plays, we had the same favorite, he became significantly more talkative than before.
“Is that right? I’ve only been here half a year, so… I’ve never seen The Silence of the Snowy Night performed by the current main cast…”
“…I haven’t played in it yet, either. I think someone said that it was planned next after Crazy ∞ nighT…”
“Is it?! Wow… I can’t wait!”
I wondered, what would that masterpiece look like played by this cast? The part of the protagonist, the boy who loses the girl he loves… Could it be?
“It seems like there’s no one but… well, for now, no one but me for the lead part. After all, I can play the part, and I’m not too old for it.”
“I think you’d be perfect as the lead, Mr. Len! I’d love to see what kinds of performances the company’s current cast puts on. I really can’t wait…”
“…Well, it’s not all fun and games. That script calls for more acting skill than others, so I’m sure it’ll need a lot of practice. And I’ve no doubt you’ll be picked for the cast, too.”
“…Huh?”
“…”
I might be picked, too…? Again? For the next Burlet Company performance? I believed that I’d been picked as the lead actress for Crazy ∞ nighT on account of being an unknown newcomer from the same village as Mr. Burlet - to “make some news,” in a sense. Thus, I was completely prepared for, and resigned to, the possibility of being discharged after this show if I didn’t do well.
“That performance you put on today… It was pretty good.”
“…!”
I lifted my head, unable to hide my surprise at the sudden praise. “Pretty good,” the prodigy said - about my acting. My face flushed with joy.
“So there’s a pretty considerable chance you’ll be cast in the next play, too; not just a one-hit wonder. But…”
As he spoke, he stopped leaning on the doorway and stepped to face me, meeting me head-on. The pouring rain echoed through the room, and there were easily five meters between us, yet his quiet, monologue-like words were spoken clearly, so I could hear them easily. The art of speaking in a quiet tone, yet not being drowned out by surrounding noise, voice and mood both reaching all the way to the furthest seats… It was one I still hadn’t learned.
“If you want to aim higher, it’s no good to keep practicing this same way. You might come to a stop somewhere. So you should study the basics more.”
“Basics?”
“Yeah. Not so much the basics of acting, but helpful skills to go on top of acting. What do you think the most essential skill for an actor is?”
I puzzled over it for a bit, not immediately having an answer.
“Err… ex, expressiveness?”
“Nope.”
“Eh…? Ahh, um… e-experience?”
“Nope. I mean, that’s important. But the most important thing is insight.”
“Insight…”
“A good play makes the audience even forget about their real selves, so they can get absorbed in the world in front of them. Making a good play takes set preparation, backstage help, and most importantly, the actors’ acting ability. But "acting ability” covers a lot of things. If you ask me what sort of ability it is… it’s being able to show something fake as if it were real.“
"Making the fake… real…?”
“To put it bluntly, it’s a trick. Us fooling the audience. We convince them that what they’re looking at is another real world. That’s what a play is. A totally fabricated sham. A world with props, sets, people, and surrounding events that are all downright lies. So, how much can you do to make it seem like it’s not? Can you show it as if it were the real world? That’s our job.”
“Yes… I see. But what do you mean by insight being most important?”
“You have to act like this sham is real, and fool the audience into thinking that. That fooling is where insight is key. Let’s say I do some action, and somebody… let’s say you’re watching. You’re going to feel some way about it, have some kind of reaction. Well, what if I could make predictions about how you’d react, and what if my prediction was almost never wrong? Then I could fool you as much as I wanted without you noticing anything amiss - I could freely manipulate your feelings.”
“…!”
“Say, if I tore apart this bouquet of roses, right here… Would you be scared?”
“Huh…?”
Len approached me slowly, a hint of madness in the back of his eyes. A few blue petals, thicker in color than even his eyes, fluttered off the roses. I stood up and almost reflexively backed away from him.
“What must I say… or do… to scare you? Go for the visual, and tear apart these roses…? Or maybe swiftly go to your pain receptors, forcefully punch you… But depending on the person, things done to instill fear might not instill fear, but rather anger or sadness… or even joy. Yes, surely even that’s a possibility… And all of those possibilities are in a big mix. But you want to know the exact result. How do you find out? What should you do, to find out what emotion they’ll feel?”
Len had gotten up right in front of me, staring right at my face. There was a faint smile on his lips, and his wide, unblinking eyes showed the cold-blooded cruelty of a predator about to leap on prey. I’m scared… Why did I feel scared of him? He’d been talking perfectly normally, but then this sudden transformation… he had completely changed in an instant. He held up the bouquet toward the ceiling, and quickly swung it down. I shut my eyes to brace for the coming impact.
“…”
“…Sigh.”
“…”
“I guess that was just too scary, huh?”
“…Huh?”
I timidly opened my eyes and saw only blue. It was the bouquet, right? My vision was too blurry to tell; I’d started crying.
“My bad. I went too far.”
“…”
“…Please don’t cry. I’m sorry.”
“Sniff…”
He was definitely just teasing me. All he did was say he might tear apart the bouquet or punch me, and approach me with a scary look, and I completely fell for it. Alas, I really had been scared. For a moment, it was scary enough to make me cry. Such was his acting skill - I had been completely fooled. I let my tears and snot run for a while, and he anxiously handed me a handkerchief, so I loudly blew my nose on it. His straight face turned slightly more displeased.
“You’re going to blow on it…? Well, fine.”
“P-Punishment for muh-making me cry…”
“…I said "my bad.”“
"I know… the answer.”
“Huh?”
“By observing me… you could tell what to do to scare me. That’s why you were staring at me…”
“…That’s right. I’m happy that you finally get it,” Len replied, without a trace of happiness in his face.
Was he acting all cool to make it impossible to discern what he was thinking? Or was that his normal way of expressing emotions? I didn’t know yet. How could I know he was really thinking “I’m happy”?
“…I… never thought about all that at all… I just wanted to act in a play, and hoped people would like me as the Villager… that’s all I thought…”
“It’s also essential to immerse yourself in the world of the play, dedicating yourself to becoming your role. However, you have to read the mood from the audience and the other players, and adjust your acting accordingly. Otherwise the fabricated world begins to slip away. Like that moment today.”
“I got so wrapped up in my acting… I became the Villager and totally forgot about really being Miku, so I was blind to everything around me…”
“Well, it goes the other way; it’s not good to read the audience too much, and play right to their expectations. You have to keep betraying their expectations, in a good way. But you also have to balance it with their a.s.surance that you’ll always come through in the end. An unstable performance that no one understands makes the audience uneasy, and then there’s no way they can enjoy the play. So keeping balance is the hardest part, in a way.”
“So just dedicating myself strictly to acting won’t do…”
“But that is important. The harder you’re trying, the more you get through to people. n.o.body’s going to be displeased if they see you’re trying your best, right?”
“Yeah… That’s right.”
“And when it’s a klutz like you desperately giving her best effort, it’s going to look even better to people than it would for a regular actor.”
“…Sniff…”
“I guess I’ve said a lot. All I want to say is… Your honesty and the way you never doubt anybody is admirable, but if you want to climb higher in the world, that won’t be enough. You should learn about strategy, too - using your insight to fool the audience.”
“O-Okay…”
“Although, hm… you’d probably make a good audience member.”
“Eh?”
“Because you’re easy to fool. You should observe the feelings of the most easily-swayed people first. You can probably empathize with them.”
“…”
“Once you’ve got enough experience, maybe you can fool me someday, huh?”
“I-I’ll try… But fooling you seems like much too high a hurdle for me, Mr. Len…”
“…That "Mr. Len” thing is weirding me out.“
"Wha…?! It… is it…?”
“I’m the younger one… You don’t have to call me mister.”
“But…”
“…”
His silent response put a pressure on me, one that spoke to him not accepting a dissenting opinion.
“I understand… E-Er, I mean, got it. I’ll cuh, c-call you… Len. I mean, no! Can I… really call you…?”
“…It’s fine, Miku.”
A boy who, though younger than me, had a wealth of experience, genius intellect, and natural acting talent. I always shrunk before his mature and frigid aura, but I felt like he was a really good person. He was sparing his time to give inexperienced me advice, and showed a desire to get me feeling comfortable with talking to him without scruples. If only slightly, I was being recognized by the other members of the troupe as a true friend.
“Um… Thank you. Really, I’ve been… really nervous… and wondering if it was really okay to be in this troupe. It was always something above the clouds to me, that I always looked up to. Even though I’ve been getting to practice with all you amazing people… it’s been hard for me to move past that. So, um…”
“…We’d be worried if you decided to quit. If you went away all of a sudden like she did, everyone would…”
“She…?”
“…There was a friend of ours who suddenly left us. She had no problem getting lots of lead parts, and her acting was… well, it was good. So… when she left, it was hard for us to deal with.”
“Wow, I see… She must have been amazing if you’re praising her like that, Len. Oh! When Miss Meiko was talking about financial woes and trouble with "rebels” before I entered the troupe, she mentioned losing friends… Is that related…?“
He seemed to tremble a little bit, but I wasn’t sure. Our eyes briefly met, and his seemed to have a hint of sorrow, but he quickly turned aside.
"Well… yeah, some things happened. But, now you’ve joined us. …I have high hopes for you. No, not just me. We all do.”
“…!!”
My heart lept up at Len telling me everyone had their hopes up for me. Still looking down shyly, he quietly added on, “Even if you do have a ways to go.”
“Um, well, I’ll try harder than ever! I really want to live up to your expectations, Mr. Len, and everyone else’s…!”
“That’d be appreciated. Oh… and the "mister” came back.“
”…Oh!“
"Anyway… Meiko asked me to come get you. Are you done with that?”
Hearing “that,” I looked down at the huge strewn pile of newspaper pages at my feet. I’d have to make a few more bundled newspapers to be finished. And once I was done, I’d then have to take them to the prop crew.
“…I’ll tell her, then. Go meet Meiko in the wings when you’re done.”
Len turned his heel and headed for the door.
“U-Um! You forgot this! Your bouquet!”
“…I’ll give those to you. They’re a good fit for you today… right down to the meaning of the flowers.”
“Huh…? But…”
“I’m a guy. I don’t get any joy from getting flowers.”
Len lifted his lips into a wonderful smile. Ah, I see… So this was the face he had when he was really “displeased.”
Picking up the bag of old newspapers with both hands, I left the second floor props room and went downstairs. On my way down the hall to the stage, I found Rin in front of the door to green room #2. She was carefully holding her shoulder bag in her hands, watchful of her surroundings. That unusual scene I’d seen in the green room before the show returned to my mind. I carefully observed Rin, and saw something move ever-so-slightly inside her bag. I approached her and spoke.
“Miss Rin!”
“Eh? Oh, Miku! Ahhh, umm…”
Suddenly, the cover on her leather bag was gently lifted up. A kitten lept out, landed on the floor, and quietly mewed.
“Waaah! A c-cat…”
“(Aaaah! Miku, shhh!)”, Rin whispered at me.
So she’d snuck a kitten into the green room. Pets weren’t allowed in the theater, so if any managers saw it, she’d probably get yelled at.
“…Did you… pick it up off the street?”
“Y-Yeah… Keep it a secret from everybody, okay? They’ll yell at me for picking up another one. But what else was I gonna do…?”
Rin had an uncomfortable look, looking up at me with serious eyes. Like a child whose prank got found out, frantic to patch things up with excuses. I’d always seen her as a cheery uplifter who stood on the same level as the adults of the company, so seeing her fl.u.s.tered and scrambling over a stray cat was a very new experience. Rin lifted up the kitten trying to run around mischievously.
“Have you picked up a lot of strays?”
“…Yeah. I just feel so bad for them. Its mother wasn’t nearby, and it was about to get run over by a car. And the streets were really busy this morning thanks to the fire at Harrods, right? If I’d just left it, then…”
Rin’s expression was somewhat gloomy. She stared at the stray cat in her bag, but her gaze was uncertain, as if looking at something else past it. She went silent.
“I know how you feel. When I see an abandoned animal, somehow I can’t just leave it. I didn’t have parents myself, so when I saw kittens or puppies left alone without their parents, I always picked them up. Though my grandma would get mad at me…”
“Huh? Miku, you didn’t have a dad either?”
“My dad… well, both my parents pa.s.sed on right after I was born. So my grandmother raised me.”
“I see…”
The kitten in Rin’s arms slipped through and sunk back into her bag. It seemed to like it in there. Rin gently stroked the cat’s head with her open right hand, and placed her left on her neck. I glanced at the locket she always wore around it.
“Um… Miss Rin, do you also not have…?”
Immediately, Rin stared piercingly at me. With a look like she was scouring through me for something. She had just the same eyes her brother did when I encountered him in the props room.
“W-Well… Yes, I have one, a father. And a mother too… probably.”
Only looking sad for a brief moment, she instantly turned around from her nervous att.i.tude and put on her usual lively smile.
“Oh, but! This kitty has me now! So everything’s fine!”
“Are you planning to keep it? Can you keep it at your house…?”
“Yeah! I’m allergic, though!”
“Whaaa?! Is that going to work out…?”
“Yeah… Somehow! Len can help too.”
“…”
Was it safe for her to live with a cat if she was allergic to them? And she seemed unfazed right now, but I worried that she’d start to show an allergic reaction holding the cat like this. But she kept her composure and happily stroked the kitten’s throat again.
“I’m going to go leave it with a friend for now! I’ll be back in about ten minutes. After that, we’ll get ready for our afterparty in green room #1! We still aren’t fully prepared for tomorrow, are we? Were you headed back to the stage?”
“Oh, yes. There may be some things to clean up still…”
“Then can you tell the cast to meet in green room #1 when they’re all done? We’ll have a meeting about act two, and a nice little celebration for the success of the first day! Okay, Miku?”
“…Y-Yes!”
“Oh, and you can drop the "miss”! Just call me Rin.“
Just the same thing her brother had told me earlier…
"I was just thinking Len might’ve told you that, too.”
“How did you…?”
“I kneeew it! Aww, Len beat me to the punch again. He always runs ahead to s.n.a.t.c.h the best opportunities! Even though everyone knows it’s Rin who keeps spirits high in this company!”
Did the twins have some kind of telepathy? I was stunned that she’d guessed right about Len’s conversation with me in the props room. Unless, heaven forbid, she was listening from outside the room in secret…? It didn’t seem that way. Maybe this was a talent that came with the “insight” Len was talking about.
“Oh yeah, and Luka, too! Pleased with that handkerchief she gave you today?”
“Huh…? O-Oh, yes! It has such a cute design… It almost feels like a waste to use it.”
“Great! Actually, she bought it the other day when I went shopping with her. She looked so serious about trying to pick out the perfect one! Apparently, she wanted to wait until the show was all over and give it to you as a present then… Oh, but don’t tell her I said that, or she’ll get mad!”
With that, Rin waved her hand and ran off in a hurry. Once she was out of sight, I carefully took out the handkerchief Luka had given me and focused my eyes on it again. Luka, yes, that Luka, had picked this out just for me… The corners of my eyes heated up, and I pressed the handkerchief to them.
Everyone thought of me as a friend… That happy fact gave me the strength to keep doing my best tomorrow. I had to try harder, so that I could at least repay them a little for all they’d given me. I’d steel myself for tomorrow, and make up for my mistake.
After Rin left, I went to the right wing of the stage. The backstage set crew, stagehands, and lighting staff were all gathered, more or less finis.h.i.+ng up with their preparations for tomorrow. Kaito stood in the middle of them giving managerial directions. Over in the left wing, I saw Meiko, Gack, and Meg talking with the prop-maker Ia about something.
“…Oh yes, indeed! Then, too. Though she’s usually very clumsy…”
“Ah… Now that you mention it, you’re right. She was like another person entirely.”
“Like? She totally was! Like she lept right out of the play!”
“I was really moved by her performance today, too! Miss Miku’s helped me a lot with the props, even… Oh, Miss Miku!”
They appeared to be talking me up. I tried to hide my fidgety restlessness as I approached them.
“Well done, everyone…! Um, sorry to keep you waiting, Miss Meiko!”
“Well, I antic.i.p.ated as much. Len and Rin caught you, didn’t they?”
“Eh?! H-How did you know…”
Len, Rin, and now Meiko were correctly guessing my actions as accurately as if they were watching the whole time. It began to go beyond surprise and strike fearful awe into me. As far as I could tell from their faces, everyone was just making mere guesses, so how in the world…
“How, you ask? Heehee… It’s a secret. But you’re really easy to read; everything shows on your face.”
“…Is it really that blatant?”
“Yes, very! But that’s a fine thing. Lovable, even.”
“L-Love…?”
“Indeed. I feel you have a very good character about you. It’s ador… cough, ahem! …Ah, it’s magnificent.”
“M-Mr. Gack… are you actually praising Miss Miku? That thing you said to me earlier, too… "That blunder was truly magnificent! I haven’t seen such a hilari… cough, cough - pleasantly wonderful mistake in years!” I wasn’t sure if that was supposed to be pleasing or depressing.“
Ia looked up at Gack with scornful eyes, and he smiled awkwardly.
"Gack is quick to compliment anything as "magnificent,” but… sometimes that compliment isn’t particularly appreciated, hm? I was carrying some set parts once, and he told me “Miss Meiko, your upper biceps are truly magnificent. Very practically useful!” My pride was really hurt by that one…“
"W… Was it, now? I, ah… I meant it purely, from the heart…”
“Praising a lady’s biceps from the heart…? Mr. Gack, you really don’t know how to deal with a woman’s feelings, do you! I mean, I can get really intense too when I’m writing, but I’ve still got the heart of a proper lady! You’re always asking if I’m eating enough or if I’m hungry, but every time I hear that, I feel like you’re making me out to be a glutton! I mean, it’s true to an extent? But there are limits!”
“Oh, yes! He’s done that to me, too…”
Like a dam bursting, the women spoke up about the thoughtless things Gack would casually say to them daily. He backed away in fear of their intensity, looking around wildly. He usually stayed calm and composed with a c.o.c.ky smile, so it was amusing to see him fl.u.s.tered like this.
Gack was cool and orderly in appearance, very popular with women without any rumors of frivolity; a serious, kind, likable young man. But being such a good person, sometimes he’d slip up and I’d see him get a scolding, usually from his female colleagues. I’m not sure how to best describe it, but he was never doubtful of people, had a tendency of being too pure, and would be leniently forgiven at times when he should have been admonished, sometimes even applauded. And often times, this didn’t please the women.
He winced, red-faced, and his eyebrows sank, quickly losing his usual mature dignity. Seeing him so droopy and shrunken-away reminded me of a dog being scolded by its master for doing something that it thought was good, and not understanding why. I felt a little sorry about it, so I came to his aid.
“Um… I think that sort of slight thickheadedness Mr. Gack has is just great! He usually always has this grown-up feeling to him, so from time to time, seeing him getting scolded and turning frantic… It’s kind of cute, like watching a dog. I guess I just think it’s great that he has all these sides to him.”
“Miss Miku…! Thank you very much.”
“…Miku? That… doesn’t follow from what we said at all… And Gack, is that remark really something to be happy about? Sigh…”
With a great sigh, Meiko scrunched her face sourly, like sucking a lemon.
“Hmm… I can see some overlap between Miss Miku and Mr. Gack. I mean, maybe they’re trying to be serious, but they’re just out-of-it by nature. Sometimes I feel like I’ve run out of responses to their antics…”
“You do a good job even trying, Miss Meg… Well, I suppose that’s part of these two’s charm.”
“Ia, no need to kick them while they’re down. But… yes, being serious and suave alone isn’t very interesting… Maybe a few unfortunate elements here and there help to add flavor.”
“U-Unfortunate… elements, Miss Meiko…?”
“It’s a compliment! Heehee…”
Once the lengthy teasing came to an end, Meiko, Meg, and Ia had bright smiles, and Gack beside them hung his head and drooped his shoulders with disappointment.
While Kaito was more of a feminist, Gack kept to some old customs rare in these times, striving for the traditional way of the gentleman. So he was fundamentally kind and sweet to women, and as a result of that personality, found it hard to make a reb.u.t.tal when they went off and berated him. After a sigh, Meiko turned back toward me.
“At any rate, Miku, back to business. It’s about that last scene today. Because of the broken clock, that part where you drop the letter was a little off, wasn’t it? Do you remember about where you dropped it? Just as close as you can recall; I was just thinking that since I’ll be the only one on stage at the start of the act, I’ll need to put that in position as well. Can you help me with that?”
“I understand. Oh, Miss Ia! I finished with these… Can you check them for me?”
After replying to Meiko, I handed Ia the bag of newspapers I was carrying.
“Wow, you did all of it… Thank you! That’s a huge help. It’s tedious work making these!”
“I’ll help any time you need it!”
Ia thanked me with a charming smile and went back to finis.h.i.+ng up her other work. I then went back up on stage with Meiko to prepare for the beginning of act two.
“Helping with the prop-making… Now, that’s great!”
“Not really… I can’t really do anything significant…”
“Ia’s working double time to do the setpieces for this play too, so she’s really busy. I’m sure that even you helping out with the small tasks is a big help to her. We’re short on hands right now…”
I was reminded of earlier remarks about numerous people quitting during the conflict a year and half before I arrived here. Thus, in order to get the large-scale set for this play done in time, it seems all the backstage staff had to do extra work outside their usual fields.
“Everyone! Stay where you are and listen!”
Kaito, who’d been observing the entire stage and giving directions, began to shout directions loudly enough for everyone to hear.
“We’re almost done with the final adjustments for tomorrow’s set. Backstage staff, I know you have early-morning preparations to do, so head home for today and get some good rest. And the rest of you, finish up quickly so you can go home soon. All the cast members, we’re about to do our final checks for tomorrow. Sorry to wear you out, but as soon as we finish this, we’ll meet up in green room #1.”
“Um, Mr. Kaito. I know we’re backstage staff, buuut… we can still do what we like, right?”, the stagehand Mayu quickly asked from behind Kaito.
“Sure, as long as it won’t impact you tomorrow. Looking at the state of things, I don’t think we’ll be able to do an afterparty for the whole crew. Tell everyone that for me. Oh, and Mayu… Don’t drink too much. Good work today!”
“Okaaay! You too, Mr. Kaito!”
Mayu thanked Kaito, turned to the staff members behind her, and gave them a grin and an OK sign. With direct permission from the stage manager to party, the staff proceeded out in groups. It seemed they were all planning to have their own after-show celebration at a bar somewhere.
All of a sudden, I remembered Rin telling me to inform the cast about a minor celebration in the green room. I’d completely forgotten about it.
“Oh, Mr. Kaito! Mis… Er, Rin told me she was preparing a meeting for the cast to talk about tomorrow, and to have an afterparty.”
“All riiight! Let’s get drinking! I’ll have to get Meg to make you-know-what again, heeheehee…”
Meiko put on a face-filling smile at the mention of the word “afterparty.”
“Ohh, Meiko, do you just think of me as a handy drink dispenser?! I know you love beer and all, but it feels like you only consider me "useful” at times like these…“
Having worked at a bar in her bottom-of-the-ladder days, Meg knew a lot about alcohol. She was intimately familiar with c.o.c.ktails, all kinds of beer, and the tastiest ways to drink everything. I guess it was just her way to thoroughly master anything she got involved in, as she was apparently on the same level as first-cla.s.s bartenders. In fact, it wasn’t just beer; she was an expert in all drinks, particularly tea and coffee. I’d often seen the cast badger her to mix drinks for them. Particularly our beer- and tea-lover Meiko, of course.
"M-My… That’s not true at all.”
“Oh, reeeally?”
Meg glared right at Meiko’s face with doubtful eyes.
“W-Well, yes, really! Besides, of course I recognize you can make more than just c.o.c.ktails. Your tea is simply the most delicious thing…! Say, Miku, aren’t you a big fan of Meg’s tea too?”
Meiko quickly s.h.i.+fted the topic, looking for agreement. Meg turned toward me, still glaring.
“Eh? Y-Yes! The first time Miss Meg poured me her milk tea… I’d never gotten to drink such delicious tea before… It has such a heart-soothing flavor…”
“Well said, Miku. Yes, you’re exactly right! Meg’s a wonderful person, not just restricted to beer, but capable of making delicious tea, coffee, or any other drink. Truly dependable. And even so, her occupation is that of a playwright. And she’s a stellar actress on top of all that? Such an inspiration!”
Meiko overbearingly sung Meg’s praises, bringing in totally unrelated topics. They were all true statements, but surely even Meg had to sense her true intents heaping this praise now, of all times.
“Ah, geeeeez! Miss Meiko, that’s too much! You’re going to make me blush… All right! In commemoration of the success of today’s show, I’ll make your favorite Meiko Special!”
“Woohoo! So generous, our Meg! The famed baroness of beverages!”
“M-Miss Meg…?! (You do realize she’s back to only complimenting you for drinks…!)”
“A-hem! But of course! Despite appearances, I know all about drinks. The Meiko Special is mostly made from premium alcohol, so it would normally go for a very high price… But today, we splurge! Because today is the commemorable first production day of Crazy ∞ nighT! Miss Miku, I’ll make you a Miku-Miku Special for being such a hard-working lead actress, too!”
“Miku-Miku… Special…?!”
No, as usual, Meg was taken in by Meiko’s silver tongue. She would, once again, gladly be a handy drink dispenser. Gack watched the two of them wordlessly and sighed.
“…I feel they might be drinking a bit too much tonight.”
By the time I was done checking the start-of-act setup with Meiko, it was already 11 PM. Kaito, Gack, and Meg had already gone upstairs, so only Meiko and the prop-maker Ia remained in the wings.
“Hey, Miku. Did Rin look okay?”
I was stuck for an answer to the sudden question. Okay? What could she possibly be asking about?
“Err… She seemed as energetic as usual, I guess…?”
“I see. That’s good. But… She does have asthma, you know, so I wonder…”
“Huh…?”
“Oh, did you not see? I was certain she was hiding another stray kitten or something in green room #2…”
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