Donald did not refute Grace's analysis, because he felt the same way.
Despite the Rose Opera Troupe's immense popularity, there were countless matters to handle every time they changed locations, and the preparations required for a single performance were extremely complicated.
"Second point."
Grace raised another finger. "An opera needs actors to perform it, and an actor's condition is never fixed. No one knows whether some unexpected situation might arise."
"Indeed." Donald nodded.
No actor could remain at their peak at all times. They would be affected by all kinds of external factors.
For instance, difficulty adapting to the local climate, sudden illness, injuries during rehearsal, an upset stomach from bad food, and so on.
"But the footage we saw had none of those concerns at all. I think that, when those scenes were recorded, they must have repeated them dozens of times at the very least before achieving the most perfect result. That is something opera can never surpass." Grace let out a soft breath. "Just like how, when a great actor passes away, their signature work becomes a final, peerless echo."
"Even if someone performs the same opera again, it will no longer be the original." Donald sighed softly and smiled helplessly. "After saying all that, does opera not have any advantages at all?"
"Of course it does."
Grace smiled faintly and looked around. "We are all real. We can interact and communicate with the audience, while that kind of footage is nothing more than cold images."
Donald fell into thought.
The noisy voices of the troupe members filled his ears, yet his heart was utterly calm.
After a long while, he raised his head, his expression helpless. "It seems that's the only advantage."
Fu Qing was in a terrible mood.
Indeed, she admitted that the story