"You..." After a brief silence, Egbert shifted in his seat, intending to speak to Eileen.
But Eileen pressed his arm tighter, not even lifting her head as she said, "Just focus on the play."
Egbert fell silent and glanced at the girl on his shoulder, ultimately choosing not to speak.
Half an hour later, the play came to an end. The house lights came up, bright and revealing.
Only then did Eileen release Egbert's arm, standing up nonchalantly.
Just as Egbert was about to speak up, the camera crew approached.
After the play had started, filming had ceased because the theater's policy prohibited any recording devices once the performance was underway. Even though the venue had been rented out by the production team for the day, all cameras had to be turned off once the show began.
Eileen walked past Egbert, and he reached out and grabbed her wrist.
Eileen glanced at the cameraman, yanked her hand back forcefully, and headed for the exit.
Egbert watched her leave, not rushing to say anything, and followed her out.
In the lobby, the six guests gathered once again.
The assistant director made a few comments before informing everyone that they could all head home.
Egbert immediately looked at Eileen, but she was already striding towards the dressing rooms.
"Eileen, why the rush?" Sylvia, with the energy of a sprightly old lady, dashed over and took Eileen's hand.
"I'm wearing too much makeup; I just want to take it off as soon as possible," Eileen responded offhandedly.
Sylvia turned to look at Eileen's face and suddenly froze. Why was her face as red as a boiled lobster?
"What's wrong with you?" Sylvia asked, puzzled.
Eileen kept her gaze forward, her expression stoic. "What would be wrong?"
"Your face is red. Why?" Sylvia persisted.
Eileen touched her face, calmly stating, "Oh, that. It's nothing. Just an increase in adrenal cortical hormone secretion, causing severe vasodilation in the facial capillaries."
Sylvia was baffled.
Eileen didn't want to continue the conversation. She pulled away from Sylvia's grasp and quickly approached the dressing room door, only to find it locked from the inside.
Sylvia tried to push the door open but couldn't. "What's going on here?" she wondered aloud.
The camera man then said, "Your clothes and personal belongings have already been sent home."
Sylvia frowned, asking, "How are we supposed to remove our makeup then?"
"You can do it at home," the camera man suggested.
Sylvia was speechless.
Eileen understood what was going on. She clicked her tongue and said, "Let's go."
Sylvia hurried after her, asking, "What's going on?"
"It's obvious, isn't it? They won't let us remove our makeup or change our clothes. This means that the show isn't over yet," Eileen explained.
Sylvia was stunned for a moment, but by the time she snapped out of it, Eileen was already far ahead. She quickly followed.
When the three female guests returned to the lobby, they found that the three male guests were also there, unsurprisingly still in makeup.
Calvert let out a sigh. "Let's go then. Are we leaving together or separately?"
Hobson stroked his chin. "If we leave together, it'll look like a retirement club outing."
The others were speechless.
Egbert then said, "Separately." As he spoke, he glanced at Eileen across the room. He walked over to her and took her hand.
Eileen looked at him but didn't struggle this time.
Calvert announced, "We'll go separately then. The crew probably wants us to split up. We'll head out first."
With that, he took Aurora by the arm and led her away.
Hobson and Sylvia also departed together.
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