Because Mingyue was mixing cocktails here and it was noisy.
Ah Ha and Stan also ran over when they heard the sound.
"Wow! Are you preparing a cocktail? This cup with a bandage suits me so well!" Ah Ha excitedly picked up Mingyue's cup decorated with a bandage.
"Here, Stan!" Stan also held up a cup with stitching on the wall.
"It's a great opportunity for you two to try them. These are new here and will probably be in charge of the drinks in the museum. You can take good care of them." Mingyue introduced the water monsters to Stan and Aha.
He then introduced Stan and Aha to the water monsters, "This mummy is Aha, he is the guide of the mummy pavilion. This Frankenstein is Stan."
"No problem! Little fishes! What do you like to do? There are so many fun things to do here in the hotel! Do you want to go to the haunted house together? Or I can take you to sandboard in the desert." After all, Ah Ha is a mummy and is very familiar with curses, so he saw through at a glance that the group of "newcomers" in front of him were actually water monsters.
Lillian refused with a fake smile, "Thank you for your kindness, but no thanks."
It doesn't want to be dried into fish!
"Don't be so cold. Now that you are on land, you should enjoy yourself!" Aha ignored Lillian's refusal, put his arm around its shoulders, and continued to recommend various fun things in the hotel.
While Ah Ha was enthusiastically promoting the product to the water fairies, Ming Yue walked up to Stan.
"Stan, how are you feeling at the hotel these days?"
Stan smiled innocently, "It's great here, there are a lot of fun things to do, and the scenery is great too."
"Have you found anything that interests you?"
Stan's smile turned into a hesitant one.
At this time, Ah Ha poked his head out from behind, "Hey! Wasn't the magic trick you performed last time very interesting? Why don't you show it to Mingyue? Maybe she has some good ideas?"
Stan had some concerns, but with Aha's encouragement, he decided to perform a magic trick for Mingyue, and the water fairies also came over to watch.
"Ahem, audience friends, please pay attention, look carefully, this is a hand."
Stan raised a hand and shook it.
He took the wrist of this hand with his other hand.
"This hand has recently entered a rebellious phase. It even told me that it wants to be a dancer!"
Stan raised his hand to his ear, pretending to listen.
"What? You have to be a dancer? There's no room for maneuver? You can't suppress your desire to dance anymore? Wait, wait!"
The dancer's hands struggled violently, then suddenly jumped up and landed on the table in front of Stan.
The water monsters watched in amazement as Stan's hand stood on its own on the table, as if it had come to life.
Stan looked at his empty cuffs and said helplessly, "Since you're so insistent, then go ahead and dance for your dream!"
Stan then covers his mouth with his remaining hand and begins to bang out a beatbox rhythm.
As the rhythm started, Stan's hands began to dance on the table, moving in an almost impossible way, his fingers flexing and retracting, his palms rotating, and even imitating tap dance moves with his fingers.
It tapped the table quickly, producing a rhythmic sound like a passionate piece of music. Every movement of the hand was precise and powerful, and its dance revealed a strange beauty.
Mingyue and the water fairies were attracted by this extraordinary performance. Their eyes followed Stan's hand movements closely, and they exclaimed in surprise from time to time.
The audience's exclamations successfully pleased the dancing hands on the table, and he changed his dance moves and started street dancing.
The palm first began to make basic street dance moves, such as top, pop, lock, etc. Its fingers turned flexibly, the wrist rotated quickly, and it even made a few prototypes of floor moves on the table. The rhythm and sense of rhythm of its movements were convincing.
Stan's hand then tried some more complex floor movements, such as windmills and head turns, and it simulated these movements on the table with amazing fluidity and precision.
The performance reached its climax when Stan's hand performed a difficult street dance move on the table - a perfect 360-degree spin, and then landed steadily on Stan's arm.
The audience was shocked by this series of difficult moves. Mingyue immediately applauded, and the water demon also started clapping hard as she led the way.
Amidst the applause, Stan bowed to thank everyone like a real magician taking a curtain call, and his hands imitated the gesture of bowing, bringing the magic show to a perfect end.
Ah Ha was super excited and stepped forward to pat Stan on the shoulder, "Dude! I told you you can do it!"
Mingyue also said, "This is so interesting!!! And you even designed the plot yourself!!!"
The water monsters also exclaimed:
“How on earth is this done?”
"His hands are so flexible!"
“That dance move is amazing.”
"That's so cool! I wish my hands could dance like that!"
Stan felt a little embarrassed by the praises and scratched his head.
Mingyue asked him, "Stan, so it seems that you want to do a job performing magic?"
Stan nodded.
"That's fine. I can build a theater for you where you can perform magic shows. You can gather some guys who also like magic and form a team." Mingyue suggested.
Stan scratched his head. "Really? I mean, building a theater just for me is too much. Actually, a roadside stall will also be fine for me."
"What else are you talking about! This alone is already very interesting. I believe you can perform more than just this one, right? You deserve to perform in the theater." Mingyue also patted Stan's shoulder to encourage him.
"Hahahaha." Stan suddenly laughed. He hugged Aha with his left hand and Mingyue with his right hand. "Thank you! My good friends!!!"
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And just like that, it was decided that Stan would be in charge of the magic show.
Mingyue respects Stan's decision to use his body's special abilities to perform magic, but Xiaoman is a little worried.
It asked Stan cautiously.
"Don't you feel ashamed or sad to show your scars to others?"
Xiaoman felt that revealing scars in front of others sounded like some kind of self-abuse.
Stan gently stroked a deep scar on his arm. "I used to, but now I've figured it out."
He burst into laughter.
"I decided to laugh at my scar because it's just a scar."
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