Chapter 180: The Blue Fairy Tale of Disillusionment: Hans Christian Andersen's Fairy Tale
The applause rang out again, and everyone in the audience was infected by her temperament. The corners of their mouths all raised slightly.
Yan Yeyi, who was sitting on the student judges' table, looked at the people in the middle of the stage happily, as if Yin Beisha was the only one in the pale world, and everything else was out of sight.
At this moment, it seems that the only things that occupy my eyes are those two people who were made for each other.
Their eyes seemed to be communicating with each other. I was like a transparent soul who could only hide in the dark corner and look up at the happy fairy tale that belonged to others.
The music of Swan Lake sounded, and Yin Beisha danced on the stage like a light butterfly.
Every elegant rotation reveals her unique noble temperament. Every pair of eyes in the quiet dance hall want to be firmly attracted by Yin Beisha's magical charm.
Yan Ye sat back on the stool with his unruly legs crossed. His long brown hair half covered his face, but it could not block the warmth of happiness.
I walked backstage quietly, sat slumped on a stool, and looked at the pair of extremely shiny blue crystal shoes.
It turns out that Andersen is the biggest liar. Cinderella will not become a princess even if she puts on the glass slipper.
In every happy fairy tale, it is always performed by the prince and princess. Cinderella is still just a clown with a layer of ashes.
"The last princess to be chosen - Han Qing" the host's impatient voice brought me back to my senses.
I fastened my glasses, took a deep breath, and walked out of the stage with elegant steps.
"Run away now, maybe you can stay on Holy Night until the end of the semester"
Li Qian stopped in front of me, folded her hands on her chest, and reminded me 'kindly'
"Thank you" I said my sincere thanks, straightened my back, bumped my shoulder heavily against hers, and walked straight out of the stage.
I have to win at any cost. From the moment I pick up the registration form, I have to win. This is my mission.
The lights on the stage have all been dimmed. Vaguely, I can only see a large blur of figures waiting for the next second.
"Ding--"
Two beams of holy white light hit me and a white piano slightly to the right of the stage.
Quiet, the quietness of the scene made me a little awe-inspiring. Could it be that it was announced that it was over before it even started?
Slowly walking to the white piano, I quietly looked at the weird atmosphere in the audience. I didn’t know what to say for a while.