Chapter 31: The Quinn
On the short flight, the three actors had the uncomfortable experience of being stared at for hours, as a good number of passengers rewatched the first two episodes of BSPH on seatback screens.
Averie had the worst experience of the three as he was seated near a young girl who enthusiastically kept asking him questions about the show.
"But Belphegor and Beelzebub aren’t that impressive, are they?" she said, reaching into her purse to fix her makeup. "They just talk. I mean—it’s really good, and their characters seem impressive. But—how should I put it—"
"They don’t do much?" Averie replied, having given up on his quest for sleep.
"Yeah!" The girl clapped her hands lightly. "Every other character seems dangerous and on edge. It’s thrilling, and I am always holding my breath, wondering if they will suddenly become violent."
She furrowed her brows.
"But those two are always so relaxed—it never feels thrilling. I like that change of pace too, but it feels like a waste of good characters when they could be so much more. Are they only there to provide exposition? Are they going to keep talking till the end of the show? That would be a bummer..."
She continued on and on.
Averie pondered on it.
The girl wasn’t entirely wrong. Belphegor and Beelzebub’s job was indeed to provide exposition, but they did it very well.
He thought that without knowing what would happen in the rest of the drama, the audience—not unlike the girl—might think the same way.