Chapter 69 – 69
The following day, the person who came to teach Euro and Melione how to dance was a woman named Anne, a former dancer from the opera theater who was now active as a choreographer.
Working at the opera theater operated by Viscount Molton’s family, she was said to not only create choreography suited for the plays but also teach and discover new dancers to nurture.
Normally, she did not teach anyone outside the theater, but moved by the gifts and the passionate review Euro had sent after watching the opera, she carved out time from her busy schedule to take on the private lessons.
“Do you truly mean you’ve never learned to dance before?”
Anne asked as she looked at Euro, who had stopped in his place to catch his breath after the accompaniment ended. To this, Euro gave a light nod.
“Yeah, I haven’t.”
Euro lied with a nonchalant expression. However, it wasn’t entirely untrue. He might have in Kim Euro’s body, but he had never danced in the body of Euro Leches.
That was why he was a bit worried when he first started learning. He feared that if Euro [unauthorized copy]Leches were terribly [visit our site]clumsy, his body might not move the way he wanted.
But since he had overcome being tone-deaf, why couldn’t he overcome being clumsy? If his body didn’t cooperate, he could simply solve it through practice. It wasn’t as if he needed to be exceptionally skilled, like someone performing on a professional stage.
“It’s because Anne teaches so well. Maybe it’s because I understand it easily, but it doesn’t feel that difficult.”
Euro smiled as he spoke. Fortunately, Euro Leches’ body was better than expected. Originally, Euro wasn’t someone with an immense talent for dance; it usually took him quite a while to master movements.
However, he had overcome that to some extent through blood-sweating practice. By building a solid foundation and mastering various movements, one eventually comes to understand which joints to use.
Separate from the “line” of the dance, the part about memorizing the movements themselves could be sufficiently improved as long as the amount of practice was supported. One could say he was becoming accustomed to the sensation of moving his body.
However, the details were a different matter. Saying someone dances well and saying they don’t make mistakes in the movements are two completely different things. Therefore, he considered his own dancing skill to be at a level where it could be neatly tucked away without standing out on stage.
“I’m not just flattering you, but your movements are extraordinary. Your rate of improvement day by day is even better than the children I teach.”
“It’s not that much.”
Euro waved off Anne’s praise. However, a [visit our site]genuine smile graced his stolen contentface for the first time in a long while. This was because it was the first time, both before and after the possession, that he had been praised for dancing.
‘My body movements are good. If I were back where I lived, I’d definitely be a dance member. Though being tone-deaf is a pretty big problem.’
Euro hummed a tune. Watching him, Anne instructed the man sitting at the piano to play. He, too, was a musician working with her at the theater company.
As the music began, Euro quickly took his position and started the choreography again. Although the traditional dance performed at the spring festival had partners, the movements for the man and woman were the same.
Thus, in addition to the days he practiced with Melione, Euro would call Anne to learn the dance alone. When she asked why he worked so hard, Euro simply replied that it was a hobby.
At first, she was somewhat puzzled, but as his skills improved by leaps and bounds, Anne also grew ambitious and began to teach him quite passionately. She ended up teaching him more than just basic etiquette.
She taught him not only the commonly danced waltz but also the blues, the tango, and subsequently, the quickstep. Despite having to memorize both the male and female roles simultaneously, Euro did not stumble at all.
In the first place, when they first met, he had abruptly asked her to show him the traditional dance performed alone. It was different from the ordinary method of learning steps and movements one by one.
Euro, who followed her dance closely with his eyes and lightly mimicked the movements, nodded after a short while as if he understood.
Then, despite not being taught much, he danced almost Read on Read BL Novelsperfectly. It was at a speed that Melione, who visit our sitewas with them, struggled to keep up with.
Eventually, it reached the point where Euro would correct Melione’s dancing details even without Anne’s help. While learning to dance, he had memorized all of Melione’s movements, which were performed in the opposite direction of his own.
When the accompaniment finally ended, Anne, who had been watching Euro, lightly clapped her hands. He was now perfect down to the smallest details, leaving her with nothing more to teach.
“You are perfect. If I had met you elsewhere, I probably would have seriously invited you to join the company.”
“Aw, I told you it’s not that much.”
“For a performance at a banquet, this is more than enough. If it were up to my own greed, I’d actually want to teach you properly and put you on stage.”
“Is it really that level?”
At Euro’s question, Anne nodded.
“Of course. I am quite strict when it comes to dance.”
“But this kind of social dance and ballet are strictly different.”
“That’s true. But dancers in a theater company don’t only dance ballet. There are separate ballet plays.”
“If it’s really that level, I’d like to try standing on a stage once.”
Euro wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. Anne looked slightly surprised by the unexpected remark. Although he had learned to dance passionately, she hadn’t thought he actually wanted to go on stage.
“Are you interested?”
“I’m not sure about being a dancer, but I’d like to try singing.”
“I see. I don’t know your singing skills, but if your talent supports it, wouldn’t that be something worth trying?”
“Huh?”
Euro stared at Anne with a surprised expression. However, she did not look like she was joking.
“It is one of the professions that [Read on Read BL Novels]can be pursued even if one has a title. Being a dancer might be [visit our site]difficult, but as an opera singer…”
“Really? A noble can become an opera singer?”
Euro stepped closer to Anne, his eyes sparkling.
“Yes, because there are often cases where opera singers of commoner birth with outstanding skill are granted titles. It’s not considered a shameful thing.”
“…”
“You didn’t know. Are there no opera singers in Norden? Or is it different from the case in Paltreon?”
“Well, this is the first time I’ve heard about the title thing.”
Anne nodded as if that were possible. In truth, it wasn’t an incredibly common occurrence. While being an opera singer wasn’t a despised profession, it wasn’t something anyone could become just because they wanted to.
Even if one’s status was high, they couldn’t get a role if their skill didn’t support it. In the first place, entering the theater company itself might be impossible. Furthermore, even if they had the skill, nobles who dared to challenge themselves to become opera singers were rare.
Euro’s heart swelled at Anne’s words. [visit our site]He felt that perhaps, in this world, he could [visit our site]live the life he had truly desired.
As long as he could stand on a stage, nothing else mattered. If he could achieve the dream he had failed to realize in the end, that would be enough.
Of course, when looking at his skills objectively, he wasn’t as wonderful as the singers he had seen at the opera that day. But surely he could at least try.
The vague desire to live a life of singing after divorcing Melione felt as if it were gradually becoming concrete.
“I’ll end the lesson here. I think this is sufficient for both His Grace the Duke and you, Madame.”
“Thank you. But you’ll still come if I contact you, right?”
“Of course. A student like you is always welcome.”
Anne bowed to Euro, and Euro likewise greeted her politely as his teacher. It was then. The musician, who was standing up after organizing the sheet music, suddenly screamed.
“Aa-aaah! A tiger!”
Panic-stricken, he threw the sheet music he was holding and hid himself under the piano. Startled by the sound, Anne turned her head [visit our site]and, upon seeing the tiger crossing the [Read on Read BL Novels]room, collapsed onto the floor, unable to even scream.
“Ma-Madame…”
Anne looked up with a terrified face, searching for Euro. However, Euro approached the tiger with a calm face. Moreover, he looked as if he were smiling.
“Kisha, you’ve startled the guests. How could you just barge in like this?”
Before anyone could stop him, Euro reached the tiger, knelt on the floor, and cupped its head with both hands. Then, he began to vigorously massage the cheeks with the long whiskers.
At that sight, Anne squeezed her eyes shut. For a brief moment, she even wondered if Euro had gone mad. A tiger in the middle of a mansion—perhaps she was the one who was mad.
“Raymond, Dent! Are you outside? Come in quickly and escort the guests.”
Euro spoke while tugging at Kisha’s cheeks. A short while later, Raymond entered the room with a servant and helped the collapsed Anne and the musician to their feet.
“What were you doing? The guests are here; if you saw Kisha, you should have notified me first.”
“I stepped away for a moment… I am sorry.”
Raymond apologized to Anne and checked her condition. Fortunately, she was only a bit startled and was not injured at all.
Staggering, Anne took Raymond’s hand to stand up and pressed her hand to her forehead as she watched Euro touch the tiger as he pleased.
“Kisha can go anywhere, but guests can’t help but be startled when they see her. How often does one see a tiger like this in a lifetime?”
At the absurd sight, Anne turned her head to stare at Raymond. He then nodded, as if understanding Anne’s feelings.
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