Cain blinked, taken aback. He had been so focused on getting the steps right that he hadn't even thought about his expression. The idea of emoting through dance was foreign to him — he was used to focusing on the technical aspects, not the performance as a whole.
Besides, he couldn't see Kalista's facial expression, so he couldn't copy it.
Cain bit back the urge to say it out loud: You're wearing a mask, and you're not showing any facial expression at all!
But then again, she was a dance choreographer, not an idol. Maybe facial expressions weren't a requirement for her role . . . or were they?
Still, Cain couldn't shake the irony. She was criticizing him for something she didn't even have to worry about, hiding behind that mask while demanding everything from them.
Kalista didn't wait for a response. She moved on, her words lingering in the air as Cain stood there, processing what she had said.
