In the applause that surged like waves, Charles and the two others seemed so out of place. The one-eyed captain turned his head to the young female crew member sitting next to him, "Can you tell me if this was intentionally performed, or did the lead actress improvise on the spot because it went wrong?"
Before the stunned Grace could reply, a fat woman in a long dress and spider-web gloves next to them answered the question.
She covered her mouth with a fan, curiously inspecting Charles's captain uniform from head to toe, "That's the thrill of this opera house~! No one knows which part is real, the more you want to know, the less they tell you."
Charles thought about it, then nodded, lifting himself from the bench, "Let's go, we've seen enough, time to head back."
"Don't rush off, this is just the first story, the scripts later will surely be more exciting." As the woman finished, the curtain in front lifted once again.
