The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 86 Ch.86 Kate and Marissa 4

It was nearly nine or ten feet tall, with arms and legs as thin as hers.

Wearing leather shoes and a black dress, a silk hat, and an umbrella of the same raven color—it was not without a face, but its face was hidden under a white, smooth mask.

Its fingers were thinner than those of ordinary people, a bit like…

frogs.

Kate Pasetti was frightened and fell to the ground with a scream, and the broken awl in her hand rolled away.

The rain poured in from outside the door, noisy and boiling with thunder.

Strangely, she could still clearly hear her mother's snoring and the coughs that interrupted it from time to time.

It bent down, closed the umbrella, held the door frame, and entered the house while she screamed.

It also turned around and closed the door.

It looked at the surrounding environment, gradually melted and became shorter in the woman's terrified eyes, then bent down and stretched out a hand to Kate.

"Get out, get out of here! Monster!"

"Marisa! Mom! Mom!"

Kate screamed.

The monster was unmoved. It scratched its head with its other hand, pointed at itself, and then at Kate.

"You! No, you...please don't come over..."

Kate didn't have time to cry, her heart was pounding, and she collapsed in the mud, unable to stand up.

Soon.

The monster discovered this.

It took a half step forward with dignity-and came to Kate.

It bent its arms and picked her up: put her on the chair.

During this, Kate was so scared that she almost convulsed.

"You, you...you...what do you want...we don't have money..."

The faceless, thin figure tilted his head.

Stretched his arms and raised his legs.

Turn around in place.

Its legs are very long.

So many dance moves are beautiful and neat.

Its waist was softer than Kate's, and its arms and shoulders were as nimble as if it had been born on the stage since infancy. There was no trace of connection between the movements, as if this dance was born to it.

Kate Pasetti had seen Teacher Paret show them skills.

But...

She swore.

Even Teacher Paret could not compare to the "person" in front of her - not as elegant as it, nor as natural as its posture and the skill of almost integrating emotions into the dance.

She had never seen such a dancer.

It was as light as a feather flying freely in the wind.

"You..."

It spun a few circles, suddenly stopped, bowed, and pointed to the position of its ears.

Indicated that it was listening.

"I don't know... you... who are you... and why did you break in at night... No, I didn't open the door for you, you broke in... dance... are you a dancer..."

Kate was incoherent.

At this time, she seemed to hear a "clicking" sound from behind the mask.

The strange thing is.

She actually thought she understood.

"Wish?"

She repeated, rubbing her hands and curling up in the chair.

She actually thought she really understood.

"Wish?"

Click.

The dancer in the black dress nodded, half-knelt on the ground, slightly raised her head, and held Kate's hand with her slender fingers.

Click.

"My wish?"

Kate's brain was in a mess.

She didn't have time to think about questions like 'who is it', 'why did it break in', and 'is this thing a human'? With a series of 'clicks'...

She was sure that she understood what the other party said.

"My wish?"

She squeezed its fingers.

The heat gradually climbed up her torso along her forearm.

She was no longer cold.

'I want to dance well, gracefully, and perfectly like you...' Kate muttered in her heart.

At this time, she finally realized that she might have encountered an 'opportunity' - an opportunity that most people would never encounter in their lifetime.

Coincidentally, she was best at seizing opportunities.

Fear?

She has nothing to lose.

"I want to be world-famous!"

"I want to be the most watched on stage!"

"I want to have amazing skills! Amazing dancing! Flawless singing voice!"

"I want to pursue it!"

"I want people to mention me as art!"

She stared at the mask fiercely, as if she wanted to scare it away with "extravagant hopes".

Thunder roared.

…………

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"Is a week enough for a person to be reborn? Ladies and gentlemen, I suggest you learn from Miss Kate Pasetti."

Unlike usual, there was only one person standing in the center of the dance studio today.

The woman who held up her swan-like neck and danced slowly to the floating piano music.

Kate Pasetti.

"Take a look! Maybe it's the mercy of the benefactor! Look at her skills and posture, I don't even want to raise my eyes - these may be too far for you."

The woman standing in the sight of the crowd enjoyed those jealous, flattering and envious eyes.

Her senses became extremely sharp, and she could even hear the heavier and faster breathing of the people around her.

They were struggling to survive, but she had already stepped onto a road full of flowers.

She succeeded.

Two days later, she was recommended by Paret Spencer to his former student.

The person who successfully got the final screening quota with her was Miss Peyton with pockmarked face.

This girl, whose dancing, singing, appearance and figure are not outstanding, has a mother who is a private tutor for aristocratic daughters and a father who is a senior clerk in the local county government.

This quota was not obtained by herself.

Kate Pasetti thought maliciously, secretly cursing her in her heart that she could not pass the final assessment.

Back to the present.

After arriving at Ms. Alessa's house, she will undergo a half-month training here, and then accept the assessment of the song and dance troupe "Daisy of the Benefactor" - after passing, she will become one of them, and at the end of the year, she will have the honor to perform on the stage of Covent Garden - Garden Theater.

She hopes she can succeed.

However, the meeting with Mr. Paret's student: Ms. Alessa, the most popular song and dance actress at the moment, was not very pleasant.

She met Kate in the reception room.

Kate also met the student that Mr. Paret said was his "best" student.

A tall and slender woman with long platinum hair.

When she was brought in by the servant, Lady Alessa was drinking tea in the living room, the afternoon sunlight blending with her long hair, like a stream of white gold flowing over her shoulders.

Kate thought she was standing in front of her, like a dim candlelight and a bright sun.

She was beautiful.

And also...

mean.

She only glanced at the uneasy guest, put down the teacup, and wiped the tablecloth over her fingertips repeatedly.

"How much did you give that old Spencer?"

Paret Spencer.

Katie's teacher's name.

This sentence completely shattered Kate Pasetti's fantasy: the fantasy of what the most famous and best opera singer should be like.

"Tell me how much you gave him, Miss Pasetti. My teacher is not recommended by everyone - if you don't feed him, he would rather let you wait until you are forty to become famous."

Kate whispered back, hesitating that teacher Paret Spencer was not that kind of person.

But she thought of Peyton, who was chosen despite his pockmarked face and ugly dancing, and her voice became hesitant.

"At least I came to you based on my strength."

"When I was seventeen, I also believed that everything could be done based on strength, just like you." Miss Alesha was not dissatisfied with this, she crossed her legs, held her chin and observed her, "Based on strength? Then, let me see what strength you have."