The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 85 Ch.85 Kate and Marissa Part 3

"You know that there is no one who is better than you in terms of dancing and singing at the same time as you." Parrett said, "But what's the use of passing through me? You don't think that every play and every selection is made by me. Forget it?”

Pasetti lowered his head: "I'm sorry, Mr. Parrett."

"What are you sorry for me about? My child, no one can help you with this matter."

Paret looked at the girl in front of him. From the time she was selected by him to today, she seemed to have never gone through the winter of her life. Therefore, the old man softened his tone and was not as harsh as before.

"Listen to me, Pacetti. I will recommend you to one of the two candidates."

"But you have to understand: With your current skills, you cannot pass the final screening of the troupe - it is not an ordinary small troupe. I can only go so far, and then you will have to rely on yourselves."

"Do you get me?"

Pasetti pursed his lips and nodded.

"very good."

"Go back and practice more. Although I don't think a week can change you... No, don't cry, it doesn't matter. Even if you are screened out, you are still young. Jump up a few years and become a size six... or even a size five. Supporting roles are always fine——"

Kate Pacetti didn't want to.

She wanted to be the protagonist, no, at least an important supporting role.

The old man looked at the girl who was about to cry, and saw that she was holding back the disappointment but still flowing out of her eyes, and sighed longly.

He pondered for a few seconds and made a decision.

"Maybe I can introduce you to someone, a former student of mine..."

He glanced around, lowered his waist, and whispered a name.

Kate covered her mouth and raised her head suddenly!

"You mean-"

"Yeah, yeah, relax, Pasetti. She's not here." The old man laughed and pressed his hands down: "Okay, you young people like her - I didn't know that a girl could still Love her so much."

"She's quite famous..." Passetti argued quietly.

"She was not as tough as you back then." The old man recalled his former student and sighed: "But her talent is like an inexhaustible river... I will recommend you to her, Pasetti."

"If you can get her approval, then this will affect the final choice..."

"Do you understand what I mean?"

Kate nodded seriously.

On this day, she was like a rabbit who got a bag of carrots, walking briskly and carrying the wind.

"I'm going to dance! I can dance!!"

She stepped over the sewage ditches in front of her house, across the flattened cardboard boxes and filth on the ground, the hungry boy and the broken and rotten wooden bars, and happily returned to the brick house.

The smell of feces and urine could no longer make her frown.

She has a spring in her step.

"I can dance mom!"

She shouted from inside the room, spreading her arms and spinning them to swat away the mosquitoes and flies.

Mother coughed from time to time in the hut, curled up on the wooden bed, wrapped in linen, like an egg that was about to die and no longer rise.

"Mother!"

Marissa pushed aside the quilt and exhaled a long breath.

Only then did Kate realize that it was freezing cold in the room.

"Where's the fire?" she shouted.

"There is no fire." Mother said casually, took out a few cardboard boxes from her arms and put them aside. Counting the ones that were pasted before, there were already quite a few. "Go and sell it tomorrow."

After speaking, he coughed a few more times, used the cough to warm his hands, rubbed them a few times, took out a piece of hard black bread from under the pillow, put it into his mouth, soaked it with saliva, and sipped it.

"What are you yelling about?"

"I can dance!" Kate smiled again, held her head high, and loudly told her mother, "I can do it!"

"Yeah..." Mother shrank her neck and coughed continuously. "Ahem...I..."

"Mother?"

"Cough cough cough... I... cough..."

"you are sick!"

The mother glanced at her daughter, who was half-kneeling beside the bed, and silently shrank herself into the sackcloth.

Kate held her mother's hand, feeling a little irritated and anxious: "I have to go to the pharmacy. I'll go tomorrow...tomorrow!"

"In two days, in two days..." Marissa squeezed her daughter's wrist, and the glue on her fingers was so cold that it stung, "When you make the choice, you will be rich, right? Right?"

Kate's eyes lit up.

"Really?" Mother asked with difficulty.

"Of course! I'm going to meet the big shot soon! Let me tell you, that's the most beautiful thing recently..."

Mother and daughter chatted softly by the flickering candlelight.

There was a boom.

It started raining outside again.

…………

…

There is no need to waste candles on a thunderstorm night.

Occasionally, brief flashes of thunder reflected dancing shadows behind the windows.

She was hiding from the mud leaking from under the roof, wrapped in a black cotton coat, like a bloated but nimble cat, repeating:

"Stretch forward..."

"Stand on your feet..."

"At this time, you should pay attention to the position of your eyes and chin..."

One week is not enough time for a dancer who doesn’t know how to continue to improve.

Kate Pacetti can only dance, and dance.

Jump in class, jump after class, jump in the mud, rain and darkness.

Her feet were bare and her toes were red from the cold; she could only wear thick clothes, her ankles felt like they were stepping on snow, but her body was hot and sweating constantly.

When she was thirsty, she would drink the water from the water jar, then urinate in the basin, and collapse at the door at dawn the next day; when she was hungry, she would eat bread and some vegetables that her mother got from nowhere, and she would pluck them like rose petals with joy. Eat small pieces.

She danced for two days and three days until she fell, her ankle was sprained, red and swollen, and she shed tears in pain.

Still didn't get a nod from Teacher Paret.

The way he looked at her was full of regret, just like the way the blacksmith's son looked at her after she rejected him.

The time is getting closer.

Instead, she kept retreating, often making mistakes even in her most basic steps.

It's been a rainy week, soggy toes and hair that's barely been dry. It stuck to her scalp, and Kate felt that no matter how thick the powder was, it couldn't cover up the bad smell on her body.

"Talent..."

What a ravine of despair.

She sat on her knees in the mud, her mother's snoring accompanied by the sound of rain.

Two days to go.

She got nothing but a red and swollen ankle.

Thunder boomed.

After a roar rolled across the long street...

She seemed to hear a gentle, slow knock on the door.

She tilted her ears and squatted on the ground to listen for a while.

Make sure it's a knock on the door, not the sound of horse hooves.

"Marissa..."

Mother slept deeply.

Kate quietly walked to the door, put her ear to it, and listened for a while.

Knock knock.

Right behind the door, I was knocking on the door of my own home.

"Who's out there?"

She was a little scared.

However, no one answered outside the door.

"Who is outside! I will never open the door!"

Knock knock.

The knocker insists on knocking on the door at a certain fixed frequency.

This behavior, which did not sway the will of the woman inside the door at all, quickly caused her to turn her fear into curiosity - who is outside?

Who would knock on the door of this brick house in the rain for twenty minutes?

They have nothing.

Who will be knocking outside?

She leaned against the window, but the door was dark.

Knock knock.

Almost almost half an hour.

She became more and more curious.

Who is outside?

No one spoke.

The unhurried tapping continued.

She grabbed the small awl with the handle half broken, hid it behind the wooden door, and reached out to open the door.

It happened that a bolt of lightning pierced the dark night.

She was frightened.

That one needs to bend down to get in...

monster.