The performance continued for another quarter of an hour, without losing energy at all.
May it be the performers or the audience, no one felt tired despite sweating from all the dancing under the heat from the midmorning sun.
The performance finally ended with a classic Fable triple flip and the audience applauded wildly, forming a little treble on the ground, almost like a small monster mob came.
Everyone was at a high.
They never thought they'd be able to feel this again.
And Fable—breathless but bright—felt happy from the bottom of his heart.
It was like he was brought back to when he was just starting in the industry—when the joy of performing in front of an audience was at its purest.
At the time, even if it was just one audience, if he improved that person's day with his art, then it'd have made his week.
He was happier today than he had been in the entire previous year, when he was at the height of fame.
