In the presence of this tyrant, one cannot help but be on edge while working.
However, just as Bonne was about to reprimand the next trumpeter with an unstable pitch, a sudden thump of boots landing came from the lobby.
Traversing the dusty corridor under renovation, Arthur removed his gloves and stood smiling at the corridor's end, looking every bit like a squire inspecting his newly purchased manor.
From the stage, Bonne immediately spotted the gold mine. This tyrant, contrary to his usual habit of letting people come up to him, leaped off the stage and briskly trotted over, even wearing a rare friendly expression not often shown to actors.
"Sir," Bonne spread his arms, still holding the rehearsal baton in his hand, "I was just wondering if you'd drop by tonight, and here you are."
Arthur nodded, smiling, and asked, "How is it? Does this theater suit your needs?"
