The first performance was Mair Williams’ solo.
Mair Williams is a singer, and her singing skills are definitely superior to Jane Sampson’s. Her rendition of "Bright Mountain Red" resonated with the audience, evoking choruses of echoes from the crowd as the song progressed.
A singer is indeed a singer, possessing the power to captivate and unite the audience.
Jane Sampson and the other actors were seated in the third row to the side, while Peter Gingery and other instructors took the front row. Jane looked around and surprisingly noticed that even Jas Black had shown up.
However, soone like Jas Black, who tends to avoid the cara, was sitting in the middle section, where he stood out markedly among the group.
Jane Sampson couldn’t tell if it was an illusion, but she felt like Jas Black was staring at the back of her head the entire ti, making her feel a chill in the grand auditorium.
"Jane Sampson," said Benjamin Worthington, naturally seated next to Jane since they were in the sa show. He looked around and then turned to her, asking, "Is the Chief staring at you all the ti?"
A pang of anxiety struck Jane’s heart.
It wasn’t just her feeling this way—Jas Black must have been staring at her the whole ti.
All this over snatching so snacks from him—was there really a need to stare at her like that, almost piercing through the back of her head?
"You must be mistaken," Jane said coolly, looking up at the stage nonchalantly. By that ti, "Hibiscus Wood" had taken over with a solo classical dance. Clad in a seductive bright red traditional dress, she moved gracefully and tantalizingly, her makeup ticulous in its allure.
After an afternoon of rehearsal to dance like that, Jane was almost ready to say Hibiscus Wood must be exceptionally gifted.
When Hibiscus Wood took her bow, Jane was so thrilled she almost swelled her palm from clapping.
"We should head backstage to change clothes," Benjamin Worthington said, pulling Jane, who was still applauding for Hibiscus Wood, to the backstage area.
Jas Black hadn’t really paid much attention to the onstage performance. The entire evening, his gaze lingered on Jane Sampson.
Watching her clap like a clueless fool, sharing laughs and words with the nearby Benjamin Worthington, all without a single glance back at him.
Only after Jane and Benjamin left their seats did Jas pick up the program to have a look.
Hmm, their "New New Legend of White Snake" sketch was up next after the guitar performance.
The double "new" almost made Jas think the person who made the program had carelessly added an extra word.
"Chief, my sister-in-law’s performance is coming up next, I’m so excited," a team mber sitting behind Jas suddenly spoke, "I wonder what this ’New New Legend of White Snake’ is all about."
Jas’s expression didn’t reveal the slightest ripple, as if the person about to perform wasn’t his wife.
In fact, he hadn’t heard a single note of what the four team mbers on stage had been playing. It seed like in just a fleeting mont, the announcer had said—
The next act will be the "New New Legend of White Snake" perford by Jane Sampson and Benjamin Worthington.
The announcer had just stepped backstage when the the song of the White Maiden legend started playing in the auditorium.
Then Jane Sampson erged in a dress made out of tree leaves.
She quickly walked to the center of the stage and pulled out a card that read—This is a boat, rocking and swaying, oh, and it’s raining.
Next ca Benjamin Worthington, wearing a wig and white veil, looking bizarre. Along with a bath towel labeled "wife," what stood out even more was his mouth painted with bright red lipstick.
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