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Mikado stared in awe at the professional performance, in-taking how fluidly they spoke word after word. The singers strung their last, holding line in union, and the orchestra droned it's last, bellowing note, ending the final scene of the opera.
Faust. What a nice message of redemption. A man asking for youthful beauty and power in exchange of his soul. It seemed worth the deal To him at least. Moral of the story is to be careful what you wish for, but... The journey was well worth the wish.
He picked the dirt under his nail as he walked out of the dim room, slipping through the cracks of open space between the older crowd. There wasn't many people of his age group, now that he's noticed. Most were well over thirty, and half were middle-aged... He squirmed realizing how out of place he was.
Mikado took a seat in a small table next to bar that offered nonalcoholic beverages upon request. There was over-priced wine that looked to be the crowd's favorite. Especially the ladies. They were nice; some gushing over seeing a 'young man' in the theater and picked small talk with him. Despite the awkward conversations, over all it was a nice experience.
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Wonder what else today could offer.
