The noise level quieted as the theater lights dimmed. Instantly, all attention focused on the red curtains at the front. At the front, several people looked at the leaflets before them as they whispered to one another.
"Never stopped smiling?"
".....A romance script. Hmm. Good thing it's short."
"Yes, I can't wait for the main play to start."
"This shouldn't be too bad. The standard of the society is quite high. They won't let a bad play pass."
"That's true."
Expectations for the uping performance were rather moderate.
Most attention was focused on the last performance and the play that everyone was eagerly awaiting. The uping plays were more like appetizers for the main dish.
They expected a certain quality, but nothing that would blow their mind away.
And rightfully so.
The fact that the first play was a romance-based one added to the slight disinterest as some checked their pocket watch.
"I hope it doesn't run for too long."
"It shouldn't. See the leaflet. It only runs for twenty minutes."
"Oh, it's quite short. That's a relief..."
"....."
Delilah quietly observed the surroundings without so much as a change in her expression. She appeared unusually serious as her gaze settled over the stage.
Her conversation with Julien repeated in her mind.
'Reading it and experiencing it are two different things. It looks monotonous now because it's a script. It'll be a different experience when you see it.'
He had said such words so confidently to her back then.
Delilah still carried heavy doubts but chose to attend and see for herself.
....Exactly how was it so different from the boring script that he had shown her? She still had every line memorized in her mind, and regardless of how hard she tried to visualize the lines in a play, she could only find it boring.
'Is it really different?'
Delilah questioned herself as she fixed her gaze on the stage beneath.
She could feel subtle movements ing from behind the curtain.
Scribble~ Scribble~
Suddenly, a scribbling sound echoed throughout the entire hall. It spread throughout every inch of it, reaching the ears of all those present.
"What's going on?"
"....Is this part of the play?"
At first, people were confused. Rightfully so as the curtains were still closed, but their confusion didn't last long.
A soft voice soon filled the entire theater.
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