Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Nearby, Charles, who had been waiting for him, stammered, "Mr. Gilbert, most of the staff I contacted couldn't get tickets, only a very few managed..."

It turned out that Edgar wasn't the only one concerned about the concert tickets not selling out.

Therefore, Gilbert had previously arranged for employees from the Johnson Group to attempt to buy tickets, with the expenses covered by him.

However, most of these folks were not regular theatergoers and lacked experience in the fierce competition of ticket sales, resulting in many unsuccessful attempts.

Yet, this outcome was something Gilbert found pleasing.

He was in a good mood, glancing at Charles and saying, "No worries, thanks for their effort. Anyone who tried to get tickets counts as overtime. Make sure they get compensated."

"Sure thing, Mr. Gilbert."

Charles thought to himself, not getting tickets seemed to make Mr. Gilbert happy? Did he want the tickets, or did he not?

Fast forward to Friday.

Coincidentally, when Gilbert got to the Lightning Dance Troupe, he first took a detour to the restroom. On his way back, he bumped into Edgar.

Unlike him, Edgar was holding a large bouquet of roses, standing in the corridor leading to the hall.

No need to ask, he was waiting for someone.

"Edgar!"

Sure enough, Sherilyn appeared in her performance attire, slender and tall, moving gracefully.

"Sherilyn." Edgar smiled shyly. "Am I disturbing you?"

"Not at all, no." Sherilyn shook her head with a smile. "I'm actually quite nervous now. Your timing is perfect, talking to you might help me relax a bit."

"Nervous, huh?"

Edgar immediately felt anxious too, trying to encourage her, "Just relax, you'll do great."

He had seen her dance before. To say Sherilyn shone on stage was no exaggeration.

"I know." She nodded, pointing at his arms. "Is this...for me?"

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Edgar quickly handed over the flowers, "Wishing you all the best for your performance."

Such a big bouquet must have cost a pretty penny.

"Can you hold it for me?"

Sherilyn indicated towards the backstage, whispering, "It's too crowded back there, I'm afraid it might get lost. Wouldn't that be a shame?"

Edgar was slightly taken aback. Was this a sign of special consideration?

"Let's do this."

Sherilyn smiled and reached for the bouquet. "It's mine, can I take one?"

"Of course."

Edgar paused for a moment and then nodded, "Of course."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

She plucked a rose from the bouquet, "I actually need a flower for my performance."

Pointing to her hair bun, "I'll wear this one!"

Saying so, she looped the rose into her hair bun. Smiling at Edgar, she asked, "Okay?"

"Yeah." Edgar nodded and then shook his head. "It's a bit crooked, and seems loose. Let me help you fix it."

"Oh, okay."

Sherilyn turned around, slightly bowing her head.

Under the corridor lights, Edgar adjusted the direction of the rose, making sure it was secure.

"That should do it."

Sherilyn touched it softly, her smile blossoming, "Thank you."

"Sherilyn! Are you done talking to your friend?"

Inside, a colleague was calling her.

"Coming!"

Sherilyn responded loudly, waving at Edgar, "I have to go! See you later!"

"See you later!"

Edgar stood there, smiling, his lips refusing to close.

Not far away, Gilbert, who had been 'sneaking a peek,' frowned, turned away, and quickly left...

In the box, the curtain rose.

The show began.