The waiting room had a large screen showing everything on stage. Wei Xiaowu and Yue Yue, from the first group, walked gracefully to the front of the stage. Ten judges below the stage were watching them intently. They turned around and came back in less than a minute. After coming down, they immediately took the costumes from the director and went to the dressing room to change and wait for the second round.
The second group went up, and Lan Qingyue and Wei Yu waited at the entrance, one on the left and one on the right.
The stage lights were dazzling and mesmerizing, easily blinding people and making it impossible to see Wei Yu's expression. Lan Qingyue repeatedly reassured herself not to be nervous, but the more she thought about it, the more nervous she became. Her hands, placed at her sides, were already sweating. Her shoes were too high, and several times she almost lost her balance.
In the second group, Wei Rongrong and Gao Mingyi had already returned. Lan Qingyue kept a close eye on Wei Yu. At the same time as Wei Yu took her first step, she also took her first step. Her steps were unsteady. Although the stage was a wooden floor covered with a red carpet, she felt as if she was walking on clouds. If she was not careful, she would fall.
Lan Qingyue's steps were mechanical, like a robot that only knew how to follow orders and act accordingly.
The feeling of walking the runway is completely different from filming. When filming, even if you don't pass the first time, there's a "cut" and a chance to do it again. But walking the runway is different. There's no rehearsal. You go straight on stage and get it right the first time. Your score is determined in those few dozen seconds of walking.
The dazzling lights filled her vision, and Lan Qingyue could only see the light, unable to see the expressions of the judges below the stage. She maintained the smile she had put on when she came on stage, without the slightest change.
After passing by the fourth group of guests and returning backstage, everyone surrounded her to ask about her and Wei Yu's feelings. Her mood was still as uneasy as a rollercoaster, and her palms were sticky.
Wei Yu is much more natural. She treats everything related to design as a challenge. To challenge others, you must first overcome yourself.
The director pushed the dazed Lan Qingyue into the dressing room and handed them the box. "Teacher Lan, Teacher Weiyu, these are your costumes. I'll wait for you outside. Call me if you need anything."
Lan Qingyue: "Okay, okay."
What's going on with three women crammed into one dressing room?
Okay, okay, she's thinking a bit too far ahead.
There shouldn't be anything that requires calling you.
Lan Qingyue felt that her imagination had run wild again. In novels, there are always some minor accidents that happen to people during competitions or other events, such as traffic jams, broken heels, missing clothes, or being locked up and no one noticing.
This is all about ruthless competition.
She doesn't harm people, but you have to be wary of her.
Lan Qingyue was now more cautious. Instead of locking the door, she slipped a small hair clip into the crack and carefully checked both pieces of clothing, not even missing the seams.
Wei Yu considered herself a very cautious person, but Lan Qingyue seemed even more nervous than her. "Qingyue, what's wrong?"
"No, let me check my clothes."
After making sure everything was alright, the two changed their clothes.
The dress Lan Qingyue wore didn't have a zipper design; instead, it featured a crisscrossing strap design that extended upwards from her lower back, tying a beautiful knot at the back. As she walked, the knot would flutter like a butterfly, creating a very graceful effect.
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