Ple-Sen
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She steps forward again, gesturing for the other performers, including the musician, to stand beside her. Guyon thought this didn't apply to him – after all, he had been leaning against the tent wall the whole time, keeping a watchful eye out for anything that might happen – but Beata made a mysterious face, looking intently at him, and beckoned him with her finger. With a sigh, Guyon changed his position because he knew Beata wouldn't give up. After what he had told her the night before, he had partly expected Beata to lock him in a storage room, ensuring that no curious eyes could see him and that his private life would remain private, but she seemed determined to fight fire with fire. The main thing was that she didn't start kissing him in public, because he definitely wasn't ready for that.
But changing position didn't mean he relaxed – Guyon still paid close attention to his surroundings, listening to Beata and the crowd's reaction only with the corner of his ear and smiling and nodding politely at the right moments.
However, Beata was satisfied with just standing next to him.
“Ladies and gentlemen, let's welcome once again the people without whom this performance would not have taken place!”
She gestured broadly to her troupe.
"See, guys? We did it. We made it. You didn't die in vain; the holiday did take place."
In those moments, a mysterious, sad half-smile appeared on her face – those who knew about the tragedy could understand what she was thinking, while those who didn't could continue to remain blissfully unaware.
“Well done, guys, you did great! You can consider yourselves professional circus performers! – she laughed. – You worked wonderfully, you were very confident, and you can't say you're amateurs!
“Yes, everyone performed great. Sorry, I was only paying half attention, but I still appreciated it.
“Guyon, you did great too. Your work wasn't as spectacular as ours, but it was just as important, if not more so.”
“redface”
“You saved us. You saved the whole show! And you did great, bravo! I think the audience didn't even suspect that the replacement came at the last moment and that we were ready to perform without a musician; that's what I call putting on a good face, that's top-notch.”
“Sorry for the unexpected situation, and for the whole unexpected situation 😅 Force majeure is force majeure. I hope we didn't shock you too much,” Guyon smiled guiltily.
“Phew... I won't keep anyone waiting any longer. The only thing is, we need to check our pirate chest of treasures and distribute the funds. Initially, I planned to leave some for ourselves, but then things happened, and that became irrelevant, so we'll give everything to Kriedear and for the restoration of the center, although it's already more or less cleared up. But I guess I need to discuss that with Klin? – she looks around for the Kriedearian, has he come to them or run off on his own business?
“And in general, we need to check what's there,” Guyon noted. “I was watching, of course, but I'm just one person, and I could have missed something. What if some Dakhs put a cow patty in there?” he snorted disdainfully.
“He should have a cow patty stuffed in his skull, at least there would be some content there,” Beata giggled. She didn't hold a grudge against this pest; he even amused her a little and put her in a good mood.
Guyon smiled and shook his head.