黃小彣
黃小彣

喜歡貓咪漫步般的生活,活在生存下的大野貓

Mid-Autumn Festival-Taiwan National Day, I am around the island (3) / Flying with my heart

During the gathering of old friends the day before, two fart boys called at the same time while they were in the crack. When they saw their names, they looked at each other in tacit agreement with Baba Ma Ma at the same table and smiled: The task is here.

"Hey~ Since it's around the island, let's play for a day!" said the phone.

We'd love to help, but didn't bring the guy. "It's okay, we leave it to you."

We didn't bring clothes. "It's okay, we'll make two sets for you."

In this way, the itinerary of the first stop and the third day was temporarily set.

After the Chiayi Chimney Theater was closed, my husband and I did not return to the orchestra to support the performance for almost two years. I feel nervous about such a temporary invitation, but ~ I'm going to play anyway~ Take it easy!

When the appointed time came, I walked to the theater and looked at the performance partners. Oh my god, those little carrot heads have grown into a tree! Almost unrecognizable.

The oldest one is me 😅

After confirming the strength of the partner, I was ready to start the rehearsal audition. Because I neglected the practice, during the rehearsal, my husband and I were in the same voice, and the husband forgot what the action was, and complained to me aggrieved, why do you remember?

Big brother~ You are the ancestor of choreography. If you ask me who is not a major in that part, I can only say that no matter which part I have learned, it has always been in my heart, because I can't explain it, so I can only reply: because love~❤️

Although I have performed thousands of performances before, I still feel nervous about going to the stage, especially nervous. When I changed the costumes, I heard that there were too many fake tourists, so I added three performances, and the two theaters took turns to divide the staff. , dig woo, too exciting!

Of course, by the time of the third show, it was obvious that he was too old, but he still held on. Afterwards, he heard from the dance supervisor's younger brother that he was too tired for the last song of the last show. He was so tired that he didn't want to shout. I shouted, I felt as if I could shout again, and asked me why I could shout when I was so tired?

"Because I'm too tired, I can only hold on by shouting, so that my body still feels alive."

After the task is over, I will watch the evening performance of the dance supervisor's younger brother. This is an innovative band performance that combines heavy metal with traditional music.

Hand Tie Drum is a heavy metal band, but they are all classical boys

In the evening, we went to live at the former boss's house. After leaving the former employer, we, teachers and mistresses, became more family members. Compared with the working time, we were able to open up many different topics and grow in various fields.

The two brothers, the younger brother of the dance supervisor, are the sons of the teacher. I don’t know when we and them started from a relationship of leading opposites to people who are on the same line of thought.

Many people have a sense of prejudice against the teacher's son, but in fact, they bear expectations that no one can see. For this reason, we feel sorry for them and feel deeply.

We sleep with them, yes! When they were in high school, we were roommates, so we were used to sleeping together. The two of them were also of drinking age. Before going to bed, my brother specially mixed three glasses of wine and had a man talk. We could always talk to each other with confidence. Feel free to give yourself to each other. Even if they ask questions after they are slightly drunk, they all think they are lovely brothers. They like and love them very much. It feels good to have younger brothers and sisters!

Because they are afraid of being too eye-catching, the boys are covered with clothes and quilts.



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