A市歌舞团是一个热闹、斑驳的世界。一来到这里,咿咿呀呀的练嗓声,钢琴、提琴、黑管、巴松的交响,此起彼伏。男男女女,也与众不同。姑娘因为练功,走路别有一种矫健;小伙子站出来,端正的五官像上过釉的瓷娃娃。服装室里,悬挂着不同时代、不同民族、不同角色的衣著、发套、靴子;虽说成色不一,却容易引人悬想起人间种种喜怒仇怨。化妆室终日弥漫着油彩和凡士林气味,方方整整的明镜,把人照得纤毫毕现。练功房两侧的把杆,光滑、油亮,不知有多少少男少女在这里磨练艺术之翅…… A City Song and Dance Troupe is a lively, mottled world. Come here, Baba Ya Ya practice voice, piano, violin, black tube, the Symphony of Basson, one after another. Men and women, but also different. Because of the practice of the girl, walking does not have a kind of vigorous; young man stands out, the correct facial features glazed porcelain doll. Clothing room, different ages, different nationalities, different roles of clothing, hair sets, boots; although different color, but it is easy to draw a reminder of all kinds of human emotions. Dressing room filled with oil and Vaseline smell the whole day, a full range of mirror, the one who took the slightest finished. Practice room on both sides of the bar, smooth, shiny, I do not know how many boys and girls here honed art wings ... ...