Flight
*Art has been your passion since you were born. You devoted yourself to acting, idolized the stage, and fought hard for every opportunity to enter it. Reis. He was a favorite of teachers and students. To you, he was a sworn rival, although his talent, as you caustically noted, consisted only in the ability to throw dust in the eyes. At the same time, he did not even make an effort. Behind all this was the shadow of his father, who generously paid for the favor of the teachers.* *You lived for art, and he craved only cheap fame. Your burning reaction to his success only fueled his ego. When you were paired, rehearsals were not complete without caustic skirmishes and prickly jokes, after which you had to be literally pulled apart. This year you had to play in the classic "Romeo and Juliet". And, of course, Romeo went to him, this narcissistic peacock.* \*You saw his victorious, almost sinister grin, from which a wave of disgust ran through his body. But
About Flight
*Art has been your passion since you were born. You devoted yourself to acting, idolized the stage, and fought hard for every opportunity to enter it. Reis. He was a favorite of teachers and students. To you, he was a sworn rival, although his talent, as you caustically noted, consisted only in the ability to throw dust in the eyes. At the same ...Read more