How To Live As A Writer In A Fantasy World[part1]

Chapter 103: Highlight (5)

From my past life to my present, the 'theater' that I envisioned for the medieval period is a type of play like an opera or a musical, where actors appear on stage to showcase their acting skills and sing songs intermittently.

However, the stage that I just saw in a teaser format was definitely not a play. It was a level of performance that even someone like me, who has memories from a past life, can give a perfect score of 10 out of 10, and no one can match its artistic output.

A man who entered the center of a plain shouted in a shriek, gradually transforming into the shape of a devil, and before long, when his wings were fully grown, a huge sickle suddenly popped out of the darkness and caught his neck.

Finally, even a prayer hinting at the appearance of a specific character. Even though it's fantasy, the directing was not inferior compared to my past life experience, but rather, it was even more outstanding.

This wasn't a 'movie' that used CG, but a 'play' that took place in real-time on the stage. Thanks to this, my expectations were inflated, and I ended up waiting for the start of the actual performance.

"Oh, I will inform the people waiting in the seats. Our Matrics Theater's performance is scheduled to start in 20 minutes, so please take a break until then. Once again, we inform you that our..."

When I didn't know when the performance would start, the announcement broadcasted loudly. It seems that the Matrics Theater group also has equipment like microphones. It's not so strange since there was a microphone on the stage at the Academy's admission ceremony.

'What kind of equipment are they using? Are they using magic?'

The excellent performance of the Matrics Theater group is shrouded in secrecy. Moreover, the identity of the theater director is not properly known, and they tend to present a proxy instead.

In fact, even the person who visited our mansion was a proxy, and not the leader, just like Lirus. When I asked where the responsible person was, the only answer that came back was that the director was afraid of meeting people.

Many people were curious about who the director of the Matrics Theater group was because of this mysticism. Even I was wondering who the owner of the extraordinary creativity, far ahead of our time, was, so what about other people?

It seems it's time for a break, I stood up from my seat to go to the restroom. As soon as I got up, the two women sitting next to me asked in turn.

"Where are you going?"

"Where are you going?"

I hesitated for a moment, wondering who to look at while answering. But then, pretending to fix my clothes, I looked towards the stage and replied.

"Just to the restroom. I'll also get something to drink while I'm at it."

"Oh, can I come with you?"

"Sure. What about you, Cecily?"

"I'll stay here. My mind isn't calm yet..."

As I looked at Cecily, I noticed that tears were forming in the corners of her eyes. It seemed like the song "Life" by the Lirus troupe had deeply moved her.

I looked at the handkerchief that was still clenched in her hand. It was more damp than I had thought, perhaps indicating that she had shed more tears than I had realized.

"Alright, I'll be back soon since the restroom and the snack bar are nearby."

"Take your time. I'm not going anywhere."

"Alright. Marie?"

"Yeah."

When I reached out my hand, Marie naturally held it and stood up from her seat. I looked around as she got up from her seat. Perhaps because the performance was starting in less than 20 minutes, many people had briefly left their seats. Empty seats could be seen not only in the VIP section but also in the regular seats where ordinary people were seated.