Under the somber backdrop, a smear of cold white light followed the white-clad woman dancing incessantly on stage, running, leaping, waving her sleeves, turning...
The stage was right before her, her gaze, her movements, including the subtle shifts at her fingertips, every gesture, all were laid bare before the judges, unmistakable and unfeigned
As the dance flowed with the music, it began brightly and serenely, as innocent and soft as a young girl's gaze.
The purity and kindness of the girl, her light and graceful dance movements, unabashedly declared her absolute trust and reliance on the unknown person.
But soon, the music became like crashing waves, swiftly and drastically changing its tone.
The feeling of betrayal, the inconceivable pain and despair were all vividly displayed in the challenging transitions of her dance movements.
Although this dance had nothing to do with the Christmas ball, the judges were all focused intently, as if afraid of missing a promising talent.
