The red carpet was rolled all the way to the theater entrance.

On the side of the road, media reporters and cameramen were waiting on both sides with their cameras.

Whenever a luxury car stops, people will point the camera at the door and rush to capture the wonderful moment.

"Oh my god, isn't that Julia, the principal dancer of the French National Ballet? Didn't she say she wouldn't come to the Starlight Competition?"

"The white-haired girl is the retired director of the opera house. Oh my god! The organizers of this event are really good. They actually invited her!"

"Huh? Look, that's Catwoman from The Phantom of the Opera!"

Exclamations accompanied the sound of shutter clicks, and the excitement continued one after another.

…

In the dressing room backstage, when the staff came in with the number box, everyone looked up.

"Let's draw lots..."

Knowing that this was the time to decide the order of performance, Mo Qingya glanced at Ye Wan and Xi Lingxin, and took the lead in grabbing a numbered ball from the box.

No. 22.

When Ye Wan and Xi Lingxin picked out number 48 and number 9 respectively, a smile suddenly appeared in Mo Qingya's eyes.

As soon as she arrived at the theater in the afternoon, she looked at the program list.

There are a total of 20 national delegations participating in the Starlight Competition this time.

Each delegation has three programs, which means 60 dances.

Anyone who has participated in a competition knows that order is sometimes what is called the right time.

If you go on stage too early, the judges will score strictly according to the strict standards in their minds, so the scores will not be too high.

It came on too late and I watched it for too long, which caused me aesthetic fatigue, so I can't give it a high score.

The middle sessions are the most advantageous.

9 is too early, 48 is too late.

She drew number 22, which was just right! Mo Qingya raised the number ball in her hand to the people of the Imperial Capital Dance Academy, "Middle position."

As cheers rang out, Mo Qingya felt that even God was on her side.

Although today is just a rehearsal, those present include not only the judges for tomorrow's competition, but also famous dancers in the Paris dance world and celebrities from the entertainment industry.

When the show began, looking through the heavy curtain, the large theater with a capacity of 2,000 people was already packed.

And sitting in the first row were the judges.

There was a notebook in front of everyone, and some of the judges, who had good looks and manners and were obviously dancers, were even recording something.

Mo Qingya was once again certain that the goddess of luck was on her side.

Looking back at Ye Wan, who was still wearing casual clothes, Mo Qingya felt a little smug.

So what if you are the team leader? If you can't play, you are doomed to miss the bright starlight of Paris! Thinking secretly, Mo Qingya couldn't help but straighten her back.

The next moment, a panicked cry was heard, "Ruohan, Ruohan, what's wrong with you?"

The voice was familiar and I knew it was someone from the dance academy.

Mo Qingya turned around and saw a girl collapsed on the ground where the crowd gathered.

His face was pale and his hands were covering his stomach.

Dozens of eyes looked towards her.

Buzz...

Mo Qingya's mind went blank and she instantly felt like her head was about to explode.

"Get ready on 22!"

When there was a knock on the door and the staff's announcement sounded, Mo Qingya's mind went blank.

I saw Ye Wan and Xi Lingxin walking up to me.

I saw them moving their mouths and saying something.

But Mo Qingya couldn't hear a word of what was said.

"Ye...Ye Wan, what...what should we do?"

As if grabbing a life-saving straw, Mo Qingya grabbed Ye Wan's arm.

(End of this chapter)