107 – The Sad Love Story of a Girl -2-
The bright lights shining down in the theater gradually vanished, enveloping the inside of the theater in a soft darkness.
The murmuring of people.
The sound of popcorn and beer being consumed.
Amidst the various noises, the young lady sat with her hand tightly clasped, her eyes filled with interest.
“Oh… Ricardo is about to begin, it seems!”
As the curtain covering the stage made a tiny gap, a host in a bright sky-blue dress slowly revealed herself.
“Hello. I am Kowen, the playwright and host of ‘The Sad Love Story of a Girl’.”
“All names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this play are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.”
The host’s confident smile, filled with the belief that her play would be entertaining, instilled trust in the audience seated in the auditorium.
With a confident voice, the host shouted towards the audience.
“From now on, the play ‘The Sad Love Story of a Girl’ will begin.”
Along with the host lifting the hem of her dress in greeting, the young lady’s excited voice could be faintly heard.
“Oh…”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
“Yeah. But, what’s the story about?”
“Well… Since it’s a sad love story, I think it might be a melodrama. It’s a play I was recommended, too.”
“Melodrama…!”
The young lady huffed and adjusted her chair. Despite her cold demeanor, she was a woman who became one with the romance genre.
I couldn’t help but look forward to it.
“It must be really exciting, right?”
“I don’t know.”
“Will there be intense scenes, people fighting, and all that?”
“Do you want to see?”
“A little…?”
The lady mumbled softly in a shy voice.
“I’m looking forward to the play Ricardo chose… excitedly.”
“It might be awkward if you expect too much.”
“I’m not expecting much.”
“What is it then?”
“Hehe… just.”
The moment I tried to pull the cheek of the awkward lady.
“Oh… It’s starting!”
As the curtain partially covered the stage, the dazzling lights of the stage shone in the eyes of the lady and me.
It was splendid.
Of course, I’m talking about the lady’s sparkling eyes.
“It should be interesting.”
“Mm.”
Once upon a time, in a remote countryside, there lived a wicked nobleman. This lord, who enjoyed extortion and bribery, made life difficult for the people of the land.
“Kugung…!”
As the grand music reverberated through the stage, the spotlight, previously illuminating the emcee, slowly faded, creating a dark atmosphere. Like a tragic heroine, the fallen noblewoman knelt on the ground, with the spotlight pouring down on her head, causing her to widen her eyes and smirk.
“He’s doomed.”
“What?”
“Tax evasion is what fools do. If you’re a noble, you should be laundering, not evading.”
“Very clever of you.”
“You’ll be in big trouble if you evade taxes. The imperial army will come looking for you.”
“What about bribery?”
“If you take bribes, you’ll die along with the person who gave it, so it’s fine.”
“Of course… that’s the youngest of the Desmont family for you.”
The lady nodded with a sly smile. It was like magic, feeling better after cursing someone.
She truly looked like a villainess.
The ruthless lady whispered to me.
“Is he going to ruin himself right now?”
“Why?”
“He embezzled taxes.”
“Will it not be ruined in the latter part?”
“No. It feels like it’s about to be ruined right away.”
The lady decisively nodded at my assurance, filled with the certainty that we wouldn’t conform to clichés.
“My words are correct.”
“Oh, come on. No way.”
The middle-aged actor kneeling on the floor spoke with a sorrowful tone.
– These filthy commoners…! How dare they betray me!
‘Huh?’
Just as the lady said, the play broke the cliché and swiftly escorted the villain offstage. I had expected the story to unfold with either the villainous lord undergoing a transformation or the unfortunate heroine sparking a revolution, you know. Well.
The actor playing the wicked noble spat out just one word before being dragged offstage by the following commoners, shouting behind the curtain.
– No!
– The wicked lord, led by the hands of the commoners, descended. In retaliation for the oppression they endured, the commoners who killed the lord also tried to kill his children…
With the commentator’s explanation fading at the end of the words, a small child actor slowly walked out from behind the curtain.
– His young daughter. The little life of ‘Lucia’ could not be spared.
The child actor stood confidently in the center of the stage, with a bold expression that seemed quite arrogant to be the fallen heroine of a ruined family. With one eyebrow raised and a defiant expression, I felt a sense of puzzlement.
‘Seems like a mistake…’
I thought it was a clumsy mistake from a child actor who didn’t understand the role. It didn’t make sense for someone whose family had fallen apart to make such an inappropriate expression.
At the same time, I glimpsed a small sense of anticipation within me.
I couldn’t grasp what the actor was trying to convey with such performance. The lights above began to illuminate the girl, and simultaneously, the girl shouted loudly to the audience.
“X8!”
“Crazy…”
– Bubbling…
“What’s this.”
The startled young lady looked at me with a puzzled look in her eyes and said,
“Ricardo, that guy is weird.”
“Haha…! I’m used to it.”
“Used to it?”
“No, I’m not.”
The young lady raised a question mark in her head and quietly watched the little actor standing in the middle of the stage.
– Unfair! If you were born as talented as me, you wouldn’t be throwing a fit like this!
It was a familiar sight.
I smiled satisfactorily as I focused on the performance of the little one, feeling a strong resemblance to the noble young lady sitting next to me.
“Ah, it reminds me of the old days.”
“…Does it?”
“Don’t you feel that way, miss?”
“I wouldn’t know, I lived innocently at that age.”
“You have no conscience.”
“Heh.”
The young lady replied with a small laugh.
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Fool…! Idiot…! St
“Hahaha!”
Laughter echoed from the audience.
The lady sitting next to me opened her narrow eyes and glared at me. It seemed she wasn’t pleased with the audience’s reaction to something she considered obvious.
The lady, emotionally invested in the protagonist, asked me with an annoyed tone.
“Why are they laughing?”
“Maybe because it’s funny?”
“Ricardo laughed too.”
“I’m just laughing along.”
She pursed her lips and said, “Don’t laugh. They say they’re hungry.”
“I’ll be careful.”
“Ugh.”
She clenched her fist and snorted.
The play resumed.
The host walked gently in front of the actors and spoke.
-The girl, no longer a noble, started a life in the slums.
-Having nowhere to go, the girl began a life in the slums following the boy, gradually getting closer to him.
-Of course, they fought too, but you know how it is.
-Give me food!
-No. Go to your house.
– I don’t have a home…
– Me neither!
– As the days passed, the relationship between the boy and the girl began to evolve gradually.
– Sharing the food they obtained through begging, and at times, the boy saving Lucia from the thugs, their relationship, like water and oil, seemed impossible to mix, started getting closer.
– And then.
– Love began to bud in the boy’s heart. The girl, oblivious, remained unaware.
A breeze of change swept through the seemingly dull play.
The mountain wind, like spring, filled the theater with a fragrant flower scent. Lucia and the boy fighting, their quarrels and the boy’s red hair somehow didn’t sound like someone else’s story.
– Don’t be picky!
– It’s not tasty, so I won’t eat it.
– You’re no longer a noble! Get it through your head!
– Huh…? Oh… no! I am… I am…
Sometimes saying hurtful words.
Sometimes crying together.
Their growing closeness touched the heart deeply.
The boy with black hair denied his feelings, stammering, while Lucia consistently lived boldly.
In the midst of her meager life, sometimes filled with begging, the love story of the red-haired boy, quietly coming to share stories when she felt darkness in her life, stirred something poignant.
And the boy said,
– When I grow up, I’ll buy lots of delicious things. So… let’s be together forever.
He opened his eyes to the emotion called love.
maybe the writer is ricardo’s gang member when he a still thug?
what, why is it almost seems like Ricardo and Olivia on early days after kicked out
New heroine who writes her love story with Ricardo?