Beijing-Hong Kong Rosemary

Chapter 191

July arrived as scheduled.

The weather was hot and dry, and even indoors with air conditioning, it still felt somewhat stuffy.

In the waiting room for the competition, the dancers sat in their seats, adjusting their makeup and costumes.

Today is the final round, with only eight people making it to the finals. This competition has no restrictions on dance styles, and all those who have made it to the finals are outstanding and have a certain reputation in the industry.

Shen Guining prepared for this competition for a long time in advance. Her original dance drama, which she choreographed and directed herself, took a lot of time and effort.

The order of appearance has already been determined by drawing lots; she is the third to last, so she will probably have to wait for more than an hour.

She picked up her phone from the dressing table and sent a message to Qu Yanci.

He went to Germany a couple of days ago and was supposed to come back today, but his flight was delayed, and I don't know if he'll make it in time.

He hasn't replied to the message yet, so he probably hasn't gotten off the plane yet.

Shen Guining stared at the screen for a while, then put down her phone, bent over, rubbed her ankles, and relaxed her muscles.

One contestant after another took to the stage.

Finally, she heard her own name on the radio.

Shen Guining stood up and straightened her dress.

The phone vibrated at that moment.

She glanced at it quickly.

Qu Yanci replied to her message: "I'm here."

Two words.

Shen Guining felt completely at ease, and the corners of her mouth slightly pursed up.

Before going on stage, she glanced at the audience.

Qu Yanci sat in the middle of the first row.

He was dressed in a black suit, his jacket open, his striped tie perfectly smooth, and every inch of the fabric was tailored to fit his body perfectly.

His long legs, covered by trousers, were crossed, and he sat in a relaxed and elegant posture.

The maturity and composure of an older person are evident.

Just as Shen Guining looked over, he also happened to look over.

They exchanged a fleeting glance from afar.

The stage lighting was dim, making visibility poor.

But she could read Qu Yanci's eyes.

—Don't be nervous, calm your heart.

Shen Guining felt reassured.

Today's match is being broadcast live in high definition, so any mistake could be magnified.

It would be a lie to say she wasn't nervous, but with Qu Yanci in the audience, she didn't seem so tense. The stage had already been set up by the staff.

All the lights were turned off.

Shen Guining withdrew her gaze and slowly walked onto the stage.

She lay on the steps in the center of the stage, a beam of slanted silver light shining down, like a natural beam of light produced by the Tyndall effect, with countless tiny particles dancing in the air.

In an instant, subtitles appeared on the huge screen behind them.

—Shen Guining, Dance Drama "Breaking the Cocoon"
The accompaniment slowly begins, a gentle piano piece with a melody carrying a touch of sadness.

The girl wore a pure white dress that reached her ankles, with the hem dyed bright red.

She slowly opened her eyes, her brow furrowed in pain from her injury, and carefully stood up, supporting herself on the floor with her hands.

The skirt swayed gently, making the red color even more striking.

She wanted to dance, but as soon as she stood on tiptoe, she fell to the ground and struggled to get up again.

He fell again and again, tried again and again, but ultimately failed.

Her eyes reddened, she curled up, hugged her knees and sat on the ground in a daze, her eyes empty and dim, a crystal tear sliding down her cheek.

Disheveled and helpless.

After a period of silence, she still refused to admit defeat and stubbornly stood up.

The lights transformed into a transparent cocoon, enveloping her completely.

Finally, after countless attempts, she stood on her tiptoes again.

The cocoon that bound her broke open.

The light and shadow dissipated.

A moment later, the lights came on again.

She took off her white dress and put on a fiery red tulle dress.

Bright and beautiful, like a delicate maiden reborn from her cocoon.

With a light touch of her toes, her dance moves were graceful and captivating.

Every movement is perfectly timed and resonates with the music, full of power and beauty.

The light, flowing skirt glided through the air, its hem rippling like waves on water.

Each step is like a lotus blossom, a fleeting glimpse of beauty.

The large-scale twists and splits were fluid and graceful.

Finally, the pose ends with a 180° backbend and standing on one leg.

A line of elegant regular script appeared on the screen.

Life inevitably presents obstacles and constraints. May we all have the courage and ability to break free and shine brightly in our respective fields.