Chapter 1077 (1/2)

The Metropolitan Opera House on the upper west side of Manhattan.

After the last rehearsal in the morning, time soon came to the evening.

The theme performance of the book of songs by Guofeng Art Troupe starts at 7:00 p.m. with more than ten minutes to go before the opening. The theater is almost full. Many audiences are taking advantage of the last time before the opening to look through the beautifully bound program brochures attached with the tickets. In Chinese and English, combined with the ink background of Chinese style, this paper introduces in detail the historical status and present situation of the book of songs in Chinese culture There are 12 dances in the evening.

Michael Morton, who is resident in the cultural section of the New York Times, sits in the center of the hall with a good view, looking through the program manual in front of him while listening to the bickering of a young couple behind him.

”I don't understand why you came to see this, Winnie, and I've inquired that the ticket price is much higher than before. I know it's rumored that this dance team was created by Simon westero himself, but the classical dance from China, tut, do they want to perform Kung Fu on the stage? ”

”Jack, what else do you know about China besides Kung Fu?”

”Chinese food is very good.”

”Now I feel more and more cheated by you, so I shouldn't marry you.”

”Hey, it's too late.”

”Well, I know Simon is enough to make all of you men feel inferior, so just shut up.”

”No matter how much you like westero, you don't have a chance to be one. However, after carefully pondering over the details of the ticket price, Michael Morton thinks that even if he criticizes westero harshly, some young tycoon may not care.

With that in mind, the time soon came to 7 o'clock.

In the theater, the lights are dim. A moment later, the curtain rises. The background of the stage is a row of bamboo slips with beautiful ancient seal characters.

The sound of simple and moderate music was heard.

Unlike western symphonies, most of the audience heard this kind of sound for the first time. Only when the audience in the upstairs box overlooks the orchestra pool in front of the stage can they see the Oriental women in ancient Chinese costume striking a row of chimes.

Then, accompanied by the sounds of nature like women singing, two rows of elegant clothing style of ancient women slowly on stage.

Even though they are two completely different cultures, listening to the music and singing in his ears and looking at the elegant ancient women on the stage, Michael Morton's most intuitive feeling is only one word: beauty.

Or, nearly 4000 audience members who have been curious about the performance for a long time feel this way.

Many years later, some things have repeatedly proved that ”XX without borders” is a joke, but at this moment, even across a completely different cultural background, this kind of cultural beauty accumulated by a nation for thousands of years is still striking people's hearts.

Backstage of the theatre.

The other girls in full dress, listening to the music coming from the front desk, always lack a little confidence.

In fact, we all think that in addition to the manual presented with the ticket, more notes should be given to the audience. At the planning stage, some people proposed to recite the corresponding poems before each dance. After all, these ordinary Americans are not as familiar with Chinese culture as a man. As a result, similar suggestions were directly rejected by someone without any explanation.

Obviously I don't care much about the success or failure of the show.

There are also tickets for this time. When we learn that someone has personally increased the average ticket price of the theater for this performance by 50%, we feel that someone may still want them to fail.

In front of the dressing table, Wei Shen stood up like a little wood, and slightly spread out his hands to let Mr. Wang check his make-up. Wang Dongyue looked at the girl's nervous appearance and said, ”relax. You're just dancing in groups. It's not good when you're dancing alone in Jianjia.”

”It's just nervousness,” Wei Shencha said, actively trying to bypass the topic and help him relax. ”By the way, Mr. Wang, during the day, Simon said that we can go back to China in the new year.”

Wang Dongyue nodded slightly and made a gentle hum.

Wei Chan, who usually gets along well with several teachers, realized that Mr. Wang was not in a high mood after listening to his words, and roughly knew why: ”Mr. Wang, don't you want to get your green card down soon? When you get your green card, you should be able to pick up your uncle and children to come to the United States?”

After a pause, Wang Dongyue looked at the girl in front of her and hesitated. Then she said, ”stagger, I think Can you help me to mention it to Mr. westrow? ”

Wei Shencha smell speech, immediately think of his morning and he talked about Feng Caijuan things, the man's reaction, very cold kind, but, a little hesitant, she said: ”OK, Mr. Wang, but, I can't guarantee anything.”

Wang Dongyue even said: ”you just need to help to mention it.”

After all, it's still about emigration.

Different from Guofeng Art Troupe, they only need to consider their own young girls. A group of female teachers who came with them half a year ago basically have a home and a room. Compared with many overseas travelers who thought they were heaven before going abroad and found they were hell after going abroad, the salary offered by Guofeng Art Troupe is completely in line with the expectations of the Chinese people for the West in this era, even more so Teachers inevitably want to go further and let their families come together.However, Guofeng art troupe has not yet reached the level of charity. If they want to achieve this, they need to operate themselves.

It's not easy.