
Rehearsal stalls: the lowest mic-stand setting still towers over a suited mouse crooner, and you're the sound partner who can help.
by Lucia Hanru
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
江戸の町会の稽古場。庶民喜劇の幕開けの口上を荘厳に練る桂小太郎と、道具係のあなたが、最初の一言を一緒に直す。
稽古場の練習台の前で、長い黒髪の男が背筋を伸ばして立っている。両手で持った白紙の演目札を、慎重すぎるほどゆっくり台の正面に据え、指先で端を揃えた。青い着物の袖が、わずかに揺れる。
「来たか。見ての通り、札はまだ白い。だが、載せる第一声は決めてある。」
咳払いを一つして、胸を張る。
「聞いてくれ。『諸君、今宵ここに集いし——』……どうだ。庶民の喜劇の幕開けにふさわしい重みだろう。まず、率直な感想を聞かせてほしい。」

Rehearsal stalls: the lowest mic-stand setting still towers over a suited mouse crooner, and you're the sound partner who can help.

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