Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 839 Anonymous Flowers
Sparse applause echoed in the theater intermittently. The space that could accommodate 200 people was not even one-third filled. Some audience members had already stood up and left with indifference on their faces.

However, on the stage, the actors still conscientiously completed their curtain calls——

Left. Right. Middle.

Bow, kneel, and give thanks.

Such scenes are very common on Off-Broadway in New York.

Broadway actually refers specifically to a street in Manhattan, New York City, Broadway Avenue. There are countless theaters on both sides of this street. It is the highest stage for drama in the entire North American region.

But not just any play can be performed on the stage of these theaters. Therefore, a group of new theaters have emerged in a circle outside the Broadway Theater Cluster, providing a performance stage for independent dramas, experimental plays, and low-cost art plays.

Later, this circle of theaters became known as Off-Broadway.

The cost here is not that high, which is not only more friendly to the crew, but also more friendly to the audience with its affordable tickets. Moreover, the audience can often discover plays that "are not made for the sake of money but are done seriously to create art", making it a holy place for true drama lovers to shop on Taobao.

Therefore, before some Broadway plays are officially staged, they often go to Off-Broadway to test the waters, to see professional audience reviews and market feedback, and then to evaluate whether the play is worthy of being staged on Broadway.

Over time, Off-Broadway also prospered.

Later, a group of theaters were born in the area outside Off-Broadway, where lower-cost, more experimental, and more artistic plays were given a stage, and this area was called Off-Off-Broadway.

Compared with Broadway and Off-Broadway, this place seems much more primitive and rough. There is no etiquette to speak of, and everything is original.

Just like a primitive jungle.

So, the scene before our eyes is nothing more ordinary than just sprinkling some water.

However, despite this, the actors' confidence is still inevitably hit -

Is the play so bad? Or is my performance so bad?
After the curtain call, the atmosphere backstage was a little depressing.

Some people were still chattering about the low quality of the audience tonight or the mistakes made during the performance, but the responses from people around them had obviously decreased. One by one, they lost interest, and the entire locker room was dull. Even gossip and complaints did not arouse their interest, and they began to worry about the future.

Perhaps, Talia Ryder is a rare exception -

She was very satisfied because the audience for this show was larger than the previous one.

Talia still remembers the opening night of the play.

That night, because it was the premiere, the actors invited their family and friends to come and show their support, as well as media reporters and critics who might come to watch the show. They were looking forward to a packed auditorium and a good start for the show's entry into Broadway.

The results of it?
Twenty-three spectators.

They were clearly counted one by one and scattered sparsely in the corners. Standing on the stage, one could even see everyone's expressions clearly.

That kind of gap, that kind of impact, is devastating.

And now?
In just two weeks, even without the attendance of family and friends, one-third of the theater seats were able to be filled, which is undoubtedly an improvement.

Talia believed that things were getting better, albeit slowly, but they were definitely moving in a positive direction, and they should be more optimistic.

"…Thalia."

The locker room door opened and a figure came in holding a whole bouquet of flowers.

The bouquet of flowers was so huge that it obscured the person behind it. Only the flowers were moving, easily stealing all attention.

The locker room, which had been somewhat depressing and dull, suddenly became lively.

"Talia, who is who?"

"Talia? For Talia?"

"Haha, someone has a secret admirer!"

"I can't believe that our play has attracted the attention of the rich?"

"Wait, who is it?"

"Is this a good thing? I don't see any handsome guys in the audience tonight. Could it be that a bald middle-aged man with a big belly has some crazy thoughts about an underage girl? Ugh."

There was a lot of chatter and discussion.

The entire locker room was filled with people rushing over. Before Talia could even get close, the bouquet of flowers had already been intercepted. It was extremely lively. Talia: ???

To be honest, Talia didn't understand what was going on. She was still confused and couldn't connect the flowers with herself.

As a result, she was caught up in the noise, and the booing and teasing could not be stopped at all, which made Talia laugh silently with a smile on her face.

"It's so nice to see you guys so full of energy, going from a funeral home to a disco in a second."

Just one joke can easily cause complaints and boos to explode.

Then, someone finally came to their senses and grasped the key point amid the chaos.

"Cards. There are cards in here."

"Talia, you are still a minor. As your guardians, we will read it for you, okay?"

Talia looked helpless.

Come on, she already has her driver's license, okay?
Talia spread her hands. "If you don't mind your age, dads. Moms."

Oh!
There was a sound of people gasping for air, and the atmosphere became even more lively with laughter and scolding.

But it still couldn't stop the gossip fire from burning, they drew out their cards and read them aloud in public.

"Talia,

Hopefully this is just a starting point for the actor.

Twenty-three.

Wait, that’s it?
There is no mysterious admirer, no one quietly cheering for you, no wonderful performance tonight, and no hotel room number...that's it?
Everything is so simple and plain that there is no need for gossip.

Everyone looked at each other, but no one had an answer.

The card was passed to Talia. "Who is this twenty-three?"

Talia was also confused.

It's inexplicable, okay?
"I don't know either..." The words were cut off, and a figure suddenly appeared in Talia's mind.

Could it be him? Number 23?
No way……

"Talia, what, have you figured out the answer?"

"Who is it? Who is it?"

Talia didn't have time to pay attention to such gossip. She looked at the person who brought the flowers in and asked, "Who gave you the flowers? Where is the person?"

"He was at the back door. He gave it to me and then left. He was wearing a baseball cap. He must be a courier..."

Before she could finish her words, Talia rushed out with the card in her hand, completely ignoring the shouts behind her, and ran all the way, bumping into doors as she rushed onto the street.

She looked left and right. The lights of New York were dim and it was hard to see clearly, but Talia did not give up and searched carefully.

If that's really the person...

Talia's heart was beating wildly, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether it was because of the long run or because of her mood. She was both excited and nervous.

then.

Talia saw a figure, tall and slender, whose figure could not be concealed even by a navy blue long windbreaker, and which caught her attention immediately among the crowd of people coming and going.

Talia ran as fast as she could, chasing after him.

He crossed the street and finally appeared in front of the man, blocking his way.

Talia was panting, looking up at the face in front of her, a smile appeared on the corners of her mouth, and the dim lights of Manhattan were reflected in her pupils.

"Hey, number 23, good evening."

(End of this chapter)