After Zhou Yiyang left, the fat girl belatedly left this high-end hotpot restaurant.
Of course, she didn't forget to locate herself in the restaurant and post a circle of friends.
In just one minute, more than ten comments were added.
"Sister, are you rich? You can eat such high-end food!"
"Holy crap, isn't this that incredibly expensive internet-famous hotpot restaurant? You're just passing by and sending your location. How lowbrow!"
"Fatty, you're still in the mood to eat! Only five people showed up at the theater last week, and we couldn't even make back our electricity bill!"
Someone from their troupe also sent her a WeChat message:
"Pang Li, didn't you say you were going to see Mr. Zhou from Yiyang Entertainment? Why did you go out to eat? And such an expensive hot pot, aren't you planning to quit the troupe and let yourself go completely?"
"How is this possible!" Pang Li sighed. Her plump body walked under the bright street lights, and people were talking and laughing around her. She felt a little embarrassed.
It turns out that pursuing dreams is such an embarrassing thing.
"I found Mr. Zhou, and he told me that he might hire us if our performance tomorrow impresses him."
Pang Li walked back to the theater, which had been rented out to different people for seven days. Monday through Wednesday, it was used by a street dance troupe for instruction. Thursday and Friday, it was used by an art college teacher to help students prepare for their arts exams. Saturday belonged to a women's group, and Sunday was given to them.
"So we have to change shifts tomorrow?" After hearing Pang Li's words, the people in the troupe felt hopeful but also a little nervous.
"Yes, I don't know if he is willing or not." Pang Li patted her head. She felt a little regretful. Why did she forget to tell Zhou Yiyang that they could only perform on Sunday.
"Of course not," a boy said firmly. "Those parents are the first to object. I think we should go somewhere else and see if we can rent it for a day."
"But who's going to pay for this?" A short girl expressed everyone's thoughts: "We don't even have the money to rent a venue. Not to mention it's a last-minute initiative, which is even more expensive. And didn't Pang Li say that President Zhou isn't optimistic about us either? It's better not to bother."
"So what you're saying is," Pang Li's face immediately darkened, "we should just give up this opportunity?"
"Right." The short girl wasn't afraid either: "Give up! What are we holding on to? Mr. Zhou is right, we should cut our losses in time!"
"But Lily, you weren't like this four years ago. You kept telling me that acting was your lifelong pursuit, that you loved drama, and that you loved making the audience laugh..." Pang Li couldn't believe that her roommate could say such words. How could she give up so easily?
"Stop talking." Lily interrupted Pang Li. "Likes can't keep you full. I can't even afford tomorrow's food. Do you want me to starve to death on the streets for my dream? I've figured it out a long time ago. We really don't have talent. Those audiences don't like our performance at all!"
"But when we were in school, there were obviously a lot of people watching..."
"That's because we don't charge tuition at school!" Lily completely revealed the reality none of them wanted to face: "Don't even mention the bad environment! Other troupes are doing well, but no one watches ours. Why? It's because we don't have talent. I'm going back home tomorrow."
"What?" Pang Li turned her head and looked at Lily: "Are you going home?"
"Yes, I'm going back. My mother found me a stable job in the township government." Lily looked at Pang Li seriously, as if she saw them when they first started college four years ago.
Back then, they were fearless and full of energy. They hated the routine of a regular office life, they would resist those who took the civil service exam in search of a stable job, and they couldn't understand why their seniors in their fourth year of university would give up Shanghai and return to their hometowns in the 18th tier.
At that time, they would sit on the benches in the school theater, talking about the packed performances today and fantasizing about performing on a bigger stage in the future.
At that time, they all firmly believed that four years later, all seven of them would have a bright future.
But now, Lily still chose to go home.
"My mother gave me the money for the train ticket," Lily grabbed Pang Li's hand and said, "Don't insist, it's useless. We are not moonlight girls, we are not beautiful, and we can't be stars."
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