Author: Ouhuo

Kachemore, Crown District.

Early in the morning, the Witt Bakery was crowded with customers coming to buy "special croissants". In the mellow aroma of the pastry, a thin girl wearing a light brown windbreaker squeezed out of the store.

Tiffany had a low ponytail and her eyes flashed, making her look a little restrained and unwilling to speak. When crossing the street, she tightened a paper bag with enough weight, which contained a steaming, freshly baked croissants.

The carriage passed by her, and a small ladder was set up next to the black street lamp pole.

The lamplighter held the candlelight and opened the cover of the lamp with a solemn expression. The moment the candlelight and the wick came into contact, the orange-yellow light lit up.

Lighting the lights in the morning often indicates that there is heavy fog covering today in Kachemore. In order to illuminate the roads of pedestrians and cars, and to reflect the prosperity of the Crown District, bright lights are essential.

"Damn Kachemore."

Someone whispered and quickly left under the street light with his file bag.

Tiffany withdrew her gaze, walked up two or three steps, and walked in through the side door of the Golden Opera House. The paper bag was stuffed into the storage box, and a girl who was also a dancer walked past her.

She was the first to come to the dance hall to prepare for the event.

When the back of legs is straight, the arms are raised horizontally, and the body is spinning like a top. Tiffany's eyes twitched gently, remembering the instructions from her mother before going out this morning.

“Tiffany, I’ve heard that Mr. Pete will come to visit your dance troupe training this morning. He is preparing for the ‘Swan Lake’ performance recently.

You have received professional training since childhood, and I believe you will definitely be appreciated by Mr. Pitt."

Tiffany stared at the mirror, her half-hung head carrying the sadness of the heroine in the classical drama. She could feel her mother's wet and warm hands touching her waist and helping her measure her waist.

Outside the empty door, there were voices coming from far and near.

"The weather today is so bad. I originally planned to go to the park to see the new white swans..."

"I think the foggy weather makes me even more excited..."

The rest of the dancers pushed the door one by one, wearing gray dance clothes, outlining curvy bodies. The necks that poked out looked like white swans looking around.

The legendary new director Peter will come to the dance hall this morning to watch and train. It is said to be an observation, but everyone knows that this is his selection of dancers for his new work "Swan Lake".

His lover Hannah might play the leading role.

But who knows what has not been decided?

The gorgeous piano music flows out of the room, echoing in the corridors and powder room.

...

"Mr. Pete, we're here." Someone opened the car door and looked at the silent young man sitting inside.

He had a slightly messy short shoulder-length hair, a high and deep nose, and a few peach patterns at the end of his eyes while he was talking and laughing.

Pete looked up at the golden courtyard sign, sorted out his clothes, and got off the car calmly. The deputy who came to greet him had been waiting for a long time, and a perfect smile appeared on her face.

"You are here just in time. We are rehearsing the second repertoire, which is one of your previous works, "Deep Garden."

When entering the dance hall, the rotating dancers stretched their necks, and their legs sometimes bent and sometimes put down, and their arms were like swinging pointers.

Tiffany stood on the side, and his movements were very precise, like a doll with a good clockwork.

She is excellent enough, but she lacks some passion.

Pete's vicious eyes were from the first dancer to see the last one. Every time he commented, he hit the point of the dancer, and he hit the pain.

Only when he arrived at Tiffany, he stood with his chest in his arms for a while and said, "Can you turn faster? I can't see the emotions in your eyes. I need something more passionate."

Tiffany took a deep breath, waved his arm and jumped again.

Pete touched his chin, his expression unpredictable. But when Tiffany stopped performing, he nodded and gave himself affirmation.

...

Tiffany is that swan.

Shen Dong stood beside the piano, watching the interaction between Tiffany and Pitt like an audience. But as she looked, she stretched out her arms and sat on the piano.

The smooth sound of the piano did not change at all. Just like the several methods she had just tried, it could not affect the real world at all.

She held her chin and looked at Tiffany's sweaty face and began to drag the time progress bar.

Having a basic understanding of the main characters' personalities, let her see the ending of the story.

In an instant, the piano sounds became sharp and distorted. The piano sitting under her butt was sometimes replaced by a bench when she was waiting for the bus, sometimes by a windowsill in Tiffany's bedroom, and a wine table at the banquet.

In Shen Dong's eyes, the timeline was like the fleeting sun and the glow of light. In the clear extinction, she saw Tiffany's life trajectory for the next six months.

In the unmanned dance hall, Tiffany spins and dances again and again. With her efforts and Pete's appreciation, she finally got the opportunity to participate in "Swan Lake".

And beyond everyone's expectations, she was an ordinary dancer who had no famous works before, but actually played the leading role in "Swan Lake".

At the celebration party, Hannah wished her tears a happy moment in her eyes.

When Tiffany left the dance, she saw Hannah who had left early and hugged Pete and cried bitterly. The former's embarrassing posture was really undesirable, while the latter just supported a drunken drunk and walked into the carriage.

It was an open square with a circular flower terrace. The bleak cold wind blew up her fishtail skirt. When she returned home that night, her mother asked her about everything at the banquet as usual.

“Which dancers are here?”

"What did Mr. Peter say to you?"

There are also some preachings: "You can't leave with a strange man after the banquet, and always pay attention to whether your dressing is in harmony. I once..."

Finally, the wet and hot palms were touching Tiffany's naked body, "Your weight is maintained very well..."

Tiffany tightened the hem of her skirt and shouted loudly: "Don't touch my clothes, I'll take them off myself!"

Under the warm yellow candlelight, she hugged her smooth back tightly, like a swan with her wings restrained.

The next day, Tiffany, who had just finished the banquet, heard a news that was enough to smash her. The red-haired dancer from Great Yarmouth was invited here by Pete.

"Dear Tiffany, you're too depressed. You can't do the black swan part perfectly." Pete sat on the chair with his legs crossed, holding a notebook full of notes in his hand.

Tiffany's lips moved, and his fingers leaning against the edge of his pants trembled: "I can practice. Where you pointed out, I'm working on it recently..."

Pete put down his notebook and glanced at her: "What can you do? My sweetheart?"

After a moment of silence, Tiffany replied: "I will practice again."

When she walked out of the room, her eyelids shook and she saw the red-haired dancer leaning outside the door. The latter was so youthful, and her body exuded a strong hormonal aura.

It's like a black swan with a neck spreading its wings.

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