Chapter 393 Ballet in the Wind
The survival environment in the entertainment industry is terrible. Amelia has been struggling at the bottom for years and has seen it all.
So, when these people kicked her when she was down, she was angry but could understand.
Since her retreat was blocked and these people were eager to see her fail, she decided to dazzle them instead!
The greatest advantage of an actor is the ability to disguise. Any emotion can be easily portrayed. Amelia bit her lip a little embarrassedly, her face brewing with awkwardness, and her voice lowered, "I... only learned a little bit. I don't dare to embarrass myself in front of Mr. Young. I can't play the lead role. Let someone more capable do it."
She thought, given Christian's attitude, it would be hard to get out unscathed, so she might as well advance by retreating.
Christian squinted his eyes under his sunglasses, "Since you've learned, then show us a bit. We're all familiar faces in the same crew. Why so shy? If you're so thin-skinned, why be an actor?"
Garry was anxious on the side. Why was Amelia being humble at such a critical moment? Why not cooperate quickly!
The actresses waiting in the wings all had ambitions to rise to the top. None of them wanted the others to succeed.
In this tense atmosphere, Amelia nodded, then stood at the center of the crowd, facing Christian, and raised her arms.
When she was a child, her parents, like other parents, followed the trend of making their children learn arts—piano, dance, painting, public speaking. She tried them all, but unfortunately, she was naturally restless, so she only did well in dance.
High heels were inconvenient, so Amelia kicked off her shoes and stood on her tiptoes!
The hard stone pavement hurt her toes, but Amelia held back her tears, managing her expression perfectly, as if she had instantly transformed into a white swan.
The classic yet somewhat clichéd "Swan Lake" segment didn't require much effort to recall; Amelia could dance it from muscle memory.
With her toes on the ground and her arms rotating, it was fortunate she was wearing wide-leg pants, so she didn't have to worry about exposure with leg-lifting movements.
Her smooth and elegant movements were executed flawlessly, as if she had become a different person.
Those who had a fixed impression of her always saw Amelia as a villain, with seductive eyes, incapable of playing a virtuous woman. She naturally lacked the attributes of a good wife.
But a segment of elegant and dignified ballet instantly shattered everyone's preconceived notions.
Even Garry hadn't expected Amelia to have such an astonishing side. If she could step out of the shadow of her past roles, she was practically born to be a leading lady.
Christian initially watched with a mindset of enjoying the spectacle, thinking of giving Amelia a lesson. But as she danced, his eyes were caught and couldn't look away.
Her long pants slid down with her high leg lifts, revealing her straight, slender legs.
Christian's eyes were dazzled by her long legs, reminding him of the surreal sensations from yesterday.
The faintly visible, stunning scenery, combined with the elegant dance, blurred the line between dream and reality.
Perhaps only he could experience this extreme impact.
Finishing her final move, Amelia bowed and smiled slightly, "Sorry for the poor performance."
The scene suddenly fell silent. No sound could be heard, and nothing could be sensed.
It was as if her spinning and leaping figure was still suspended in mid-air.
Garry was the first to react, leading the applause, "Not bad, really not bad! I didn't expect Amelia to have such excellent dance skills!"
The roles Amelia had auditioned for before didn't require ballet, so she hadn't had the chance to formally showcase it. Today, although her toes were blistered and burning with pain, she felt extremely satisfied.
Amelia smiled lightly, "Thank you, Director Glenn. I haven't danced in a long time, so I'm a bit rusty. Also, it hurts quite a bit without shoes."
When she mentioned the pain, Christian looked down and noticed that her bare toes were bleeding.
Her bare feet, stained with blood, looked like striking red roses.
This woman was really going all out.
Her effort didn't go unnoticed by Garry either.
Had he underestimated this Amelia?
Christian said, "Alright, that's enough."
Garry approached and asked, "Mr. Young, do you have a satisfactory candidate?"
If the lead role was given to Amelia, Garry would be happy, so he wanted Christian to make a decision while the iron was hot.
Christian felt a bit annoyed and impatiently said, "I'll tell you tomorrow. That's it for today."
With his words, Garry didn't dare to keep the eager actresses any longer. With so many people eyeing Christian, it would be chaotic.
"Mr. Young cares about you all, so don't just stand there. Go back to the hotel and rest, and wait quietly for the notice. Before Mr. Young gives the result, no one is allowed to spread rumors. Keep your hands and mouths in check. Anyone who posts on Facebook will be kicked out."
Despite saying this, Garry was a bit worried. A lot could happen in one night, and none of these people would sit idle. He feared Christian's door would be knocked down.
Who knew if the role would go to the best dancer or the one with the best "skills in bed."
The actresses reluctantly left, each with their own calculations.
Amelia took some time to put on her shoes. As she bent down, she noticed several toes had blisters that had burst, bleeding profusely. The pain wasn't as clear while dancing, but now it was so intense she wanted to curse.
Christian looked down at her and mocked, "You really want this role? If you want it, just tell me. Given your relationship with Ashley, I'd give her this favor. You made yourself so miserable, won't Ashley blame me?"
Amelia fastened the buckle of her high heels and stood up. She was a head shorter than Christian, looking up into his eyes, her mouth slightly curved, her eyes flashing with fox-like cunning, "Mr. Young, do you really care about others' opinions? I remember Mr. Young has always been free-spirited and hates being swayed by others' words."
Christian hated it when women played mind games with him, like the bitter trick. He had seen it too many times, but his eyes couldn't help but look down. The area of redness was spreading. The external injury wasn't fatal, but too much blood loss could be, "You really are Ashley's good friend, stubborn as hell! Your foot is almost useless, and you still have the guts to argue with me?"
Amelia said, "Don't think I danced to please you. I was just in a good mood and wanted to stretch my muscles."
Ever since she knew the hotel stunt was Christian's doing, she couldn't give him a good face!
She just wanted to completely and thoroughly destroy him!
Damn it, no wonder he was Damian's friend. They both had a lowly taste for hurting others to satisfy themselves.
Christian couldn't be bothered to talk, "Damn it, what the hell."
With that, he grabbed Amelia's shoulder and dragged her to the car.
Amelia struggled but couldn't break free from his grip, "What are you doing?"
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