At nineteen, I was unexpectedly selected for a talent competition show.
The cameras rarely turned my way. After all, I was just a backup dancer in the background, from an ordinary family.
Then, on the day of the theme song evaluation, a mentor suddenly pointed to the corner. "You in the old T-shirt, do it again."
When #TheNamelessDancerEveryoneIsSearchingFor# shot up the trending charts, I was crouched backstage eating a boxed meal.
On debut night, the director announced the names of the contestants who had made the final cut, his face dark as he read mine aloud.
Fans in the audience held up a banner they'd made after examining practice-room footage frame by frame:
"You can't hide it. You were born for center stage."
Lin Xiaoxing stood at the center of the stage, bowed deeply to the audience, and spoke into the microphone:
"Thank you. I'll treasure every feather I have."
It's very beautiful, but maybe it's too realistic and real, so the process of watching it felt very depressing and a bit aggrieved, and the emotions were very immersive.
After thinking for a long time, I choked out one word, cool It's not a cool article, but this short story is just like the heroine's character, solid and good-looking (no CP, clear logic, not brainless)