she became a god in a dream

Chapter 215 Black and White Swan
Katchmore, Crown District.

Early in the morning, Werther's Bakery was crowded with customers who came to buy "special croissants".Amidst the mellow aroma of pastries, a thin girl in a light coffee-colored windbreaker squeezed out from the shop.

Tiffany's tail was tied in a low ponytail, and her eyes flickered, making her seem a little restrained and not good at talking.When crossing the road, she squeezed tightly the heavy paper bag, which contained steaming hot, freshly baked croissants.

The carriage passed in front of her, and a small ladder was set up beside the black lamppost.

Holding the candle, the lamplighter solemnly lifted the lamp cover.The moment the candle flame and the wick came into contact, the orange light lit up.

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

"Damn Katchmore."

Someone complained in a low voice, and quickly left under the streetlight with a file bag.

Tiffany looked away, 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 glove box, and a girl who was also a dancer walked past her chirping.

She was the first to come to the ballroom for preparatory activities.

At the moment when the back of the legs is straightened, the arms are raised horizontally, and the body is spinning like a top.The corners of Tiffany's eyes twitched slightly, remembering her mother's instructions before going out this morning.

"Tiffany, I have heard that Mr. Pete will come to visit your dance troupe training this morning. He is currently preparing for the performance of 'Swan Lake'.

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

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

Outside the half-hidden door, human voices came from far and near.

"Today's weather is really bad, I was planning to go to the park to see the new white swans..."

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

The rest of the dancers pushed the door and entered one by one. They wore gray dance costumes, outlining their curvaceous bodies.The protruding necks are like white swans looking around.

The legendary up-and-coming choreographer Pete will come to the dance hall to observe the training this morning.It is said to be an observation, but everyone knows that this is his selection of dancers for the adaptation of his new work "Swan Lake".

His lover, Hannah, might be the heroine.

But this is not settled, who knows?

Gorgeous piano music flows all the way out the door, echoing in the hallway and dressing room.

……

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

He has shoulder-length short hair that is slightly messy, a high and deep nose, and there are a few peach patterns at the end of his eyes when he talks and laughs.

Pete looked up at the signboard of the golden courtyard, straightened his clothes, and got out of the car calmly.The assistant who came to greet her had been waiting for a long time, and a just-right smile appeared on her face,

"You came just in time. We are rehearsing for the second play, which is one of your previous works, "Deep Courtyard."

When they entered the ballroom, the spinning dancers stretched their necks, their legs were sometimes raised and sometimes lowered, and their arms were like swinging pointers.

Tiffany stood on the side, her movements were very precise, like a wind-up puppet.

She is good enough, but lacks some passion.

Pete's vicious gaze went from the first dancer to the last one.Every time he commented, he hit the point, and his suggestions for dancers hit the pain points.

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

Tiffany took a deep breath, waved her arms, and danced again.

Pete touched his chin with an unpredictable expression.But when Tiffany stopped performing, he gave his approval with a nod.

……

Tiffany is that swan.

Shen Dong stood by the piano, watching the interaction between Tiffany and Pete like an audience.But looking at it, she stretched her arms and sat on the piano.

The smooth sound of the piano has not changed in the slightest, just like the several methods she has tried just now, which will not affect the real world at all.

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

With a basic understanding of the main character's personality, let her see how the story ends.

In an instant, the sound of the piano accelerated and became sharp and distorted. The piano sitting under her buttocks was sometimes replaced by a bench when waiting for the bus, sometimes replaced by the window sill in Tiffany's bedroom, and the wine table at the banquet.

In Shen Dong's eyes, the timeline was like the fleeting morning sun and sunset. In the blink of an eye, she saw the trajectory of Tiffany's life for the next six months.

In the empty ballroom, Tiffany spun and danced again and again. With her efforts and Pete's appreciation, she finally got the chance to participate in "Swan Lake".

And beyond everyone's expectations, she was an ordinary dancer who had no well-known works before, and she actually acted as the heroine of "Swan Lake".

At the celebratory ball, Hannah blessed Pete's new work with tears in her eyes.

When Tiffany left the ball, she saw Hannah who had left early holding Pete and crying bitterly. The former's embarrassed posture was really not decent, and the latter just helped a drunken drunk and walked to the carriage.

It was an empty square with a circular flower stand, and the bleak cold wind rolled up her fishtail skirt.When she came home that evening, her mother asked her, as usual, about everything at the party.

"Which dancers are coming?"

"What did Mr. Pete say to you?"

There are also some preaching: "You can't leave with a strange man after a banquet, and always pay attention to whether your dress fits well. I once..."

Finally, those wet and hot palms touched Tiffany's naked body, "You've maintained your weight well..."

Tiffany grasped the skirt of her body tightly and shouted loudly: "Don't touch my clothes, I will take them off myself!"

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

The next day, Tiffany, who had just attended the banquet, heard a news that was enough to crush her.The red-haired dancer from Great Yarmouth had been invited by Pitt.

"Dear Tiffany, you are too depressed. You can never be perfect in the black swan part." Pete sat on the chair with his legs crossed, holding a notebook full of notes in his hand.

Tiffany's lips moved, and her fingers resting on the side of her trousers trembled: "I can practice. The place you pointed out, I am currently researching..."

Pete put down his notebook and glanced at her: "How far can you go? My sweetheart?"

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

When she walked out of the room, her eyelids trembled, and she saw the red-haired dancer leaning against the door.The latter is so youthful, exuding a strong hormonal atmosphere all over his body.

Like a black swan with its neck outstretched.

　Thanks to book friends Liu Guang Ying Han Crisp, wcci6666, book friends 20200801235312341, men, etc. for their recommendation tickets~~
　　


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