Mo Qingya felt that starting from today's game, everything happening around her had an inexplicable sense of fantasy.
First, a good teammate met with an accident.
Furthermore, Ye Wan, who was not an imperial dancer, actually completed the dance that they had rehearsed for more than a month.
Finally, there was the radiant and elegant female dancer who appeared backstage.
Mo Qingya knew her.
To be precise, anyone who has been dancing and is committed to making a name for himself in the dance industry knows her.
Julia, principal dancer of the French National Ballet.
The youngest dancer in the international ballet genre.
He is also one of the judges of this Starlight Competition.
Mo Qingya had only seen Julia on TV shows.
No matter she dances a white swan or a black swan, she can make people instantly feel like she is the swan when she starts dancing.
White is elegant and noble, black is evil and stunning.
I will never forget it until the dance is over.
At this moment, Julia, who was blond, blue-eyed, fair-skinned, and even her hair was shining, hugged Ye Wan, with happiness written on her face, "My dear, if I said I came here just for you,
,Do you believe?"
"Of course I believe it!"
Ye Wan smiled and hugged Julia, pulling her to the small dressing room next door.
Before leaving, she didn’t forget to tell Jiang Ker, “When the number 45 comes on stage, come and call me!”
"good!"
Jiang Keer's voice was soaring.
The two back figures leaving side by side are exactly the same and graceful.
Some people are amazed that Sister Wan actually knows the prima ballerina.
Others lamented Ye Wan's quickness and alertness in adapting to changes.
More people gathered around Di Ying and the others, wanting to find out if Ye Wan was usually so awesome!
With the noise in her ears, Mo Qingya went over and sat in the corner in despair.
I don’t even know when the rehearsal ended. I just know that when I came back to my senses, everyone around me was filled with joy.
As the bus drove back to the hotel, Mo Qingya didn't even take off her makeup, so she went over to sit by the window and turned on the computer.
The official website of the Starlight Competition has released the entire preview for the evening.
Guests red carpet.
W.
The chief judge delivers a speech.
At first, she had the patience to watch the shows one by one, but later, Mo Qingya simply got them to dance.
Staring at Ye Wan, Mo Qingya heard an evil voice in her heart: Even if she didn't perform well, it wasn't her fault.
Who put Hu Ruohan in an unexpected situation?
Who made Ye Wan act impulsively?
Anyway, it's not her fault.
But soon, Mo Qingya became disappointed.
She was obviously in a corner, but Ye Wan's graceful and precise dancing posture made her instantly feel like she was in the C position.
As for her who is really standing in the C position, compared with Ye Wan, she seems to be just a beautiful vase.
No, it’s not even a vase!
With Ye Wan's face, what qualifications do others have to be called a vase?
At best, she can only be regarded as a C-position puppet!
The music continues, and the computer has slipped from my lap.
In the dark room, Mo Qingya felt an overwhelming sense of panic: the dance she had always been proud of turned out not to be as good and powerful as she thought.
She thought she was an elegant swan.
In fact, she is the stupid frog sitting at the bottom of the well!
She has participated in so many games since she was a child, but no game can make Mo Qingya doubt life like this.
The moment she dialed the teacher's phone number, Mo Qingya burst into tears.