The summer sun was fierce and scorching, and I stood in the hallway on the second floor of the Sea City Ballet building, straightened my back, and looked up at the sky. In the deep blue sky, a few light clouds are slowly floating, the sun is bright but so dazzling. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, trying to ease the tension inside. Today is the day of the selection of the new dance actress, and for me at the age of 20, it is very important to be able to promote from a ballet dancer to a leading role.

I opened my eyes and looked at the big iron gate not far downstairs, there were two worlds inside and outside the iron gate, the traffic outside the door was noisy, and the door was quiet and quiet.

The big iron gate was opened, and a black luxury car drove in from the outside world. As the luxury cars drove past the building, a cloud of dust rose from the unusually dry sun. Suddenly, the rear seat window was rolled down, and a man leaned out, wearing a baseball cap and a pair of big sunglasses, looking very young and fashionable. He waved his hand in the direction I was and whistled loudly.

I somehow turned around and went back to the rehearsal hall. The audition was about to begin, and several judges including Qin Feng, the artistic director of the company, entered the venue one after another and took their seats on the judges' seats. After a while, the head of the troupe, Yu Xingpei, led a foreign man with brown hair and blue eyes, about 40 years old, and she introduced to us that this was Jean Paul, a famous French dancer and choreographer from the French Arts Council, and that the company had cooperated with the French Arts Council many times, and that Paul would be the artistic director of the new play that would be rehearsed, so he was also a member of the jury.

The curtain was pulled up in the rehearsal hall and we waited behind the curtain. The actresses and their respective dance partners took turns on the stage, and just as it was my turn, the door to the rehearsal hall was suddenly pushed open. Through the gap in the curtain, I saw that the man in baseball cap and sunglasses who was sitting in the luxury car just now walked in, he was long, wearing an eye-catching bright yellow sleeveless slim top and white slacks, showing off his good body and strong muscles, especially trendy. He walked over to Paul and sat down, then took off his sunglasses.

After seeing his face clearly, a vague fear welled up in my heart, and at that moment, my leg cramped. I'm almost out of my body, I have been practicing hard day and night for this selection before, is it going to fall short?

"Tong Xin, what's wrong with you?" Zhuo Yichen, my dance partner who was waiting with me, saw my strangeness. Zhuo Yichen is three years older than me, with an angular face, a tall figure, and especially the masculinity exuded by his body, almost standing on the stage is enough to captivate those female ballet fans. Since I joined the company three years ago, he has always taken care of me.

I told Zhuo Yichen that his leg was cramping, and he immediately squatted down and rubbed the inner calf muscles for me. But the voice of Yin Jingshu, assistant to the head of the regiment, came. "The next pair, Tong Xin and Zhuo Yichen."

It was too late, so I tried my best to control myself and endure the pain in my muscles. The beautiful chamber symphony sounded, and as the music was interpreted, my heart, my thoughts, and my dancing postures were integrated into the situation of the dance drama, and Zhuo Yichen and I danced unwillingly, tiptoeing, spinning, I forgot the pain, and even felt that my body was no longer controlled by my own will, but was guided by a magical force.