Harold is a professional and talented fifteen-year-old dancer who disappeared from the dancing world after 2nd October 2010, causing his name to be left forgotten and his father's beloved dance academy to fall under the hands of their opponent. His...
"Show us what you got," Mr. Blonde Hair said, heading towards the radio next to them and hit the play button. "I will give you a signal to start. Prove to us that you are still capable of what you did. I am putting high expectations on it."
Harold nodded. He straightened his body, adjusting the collar of his shirt. Gently, he pushed his chair to the left side of the room, making sure he would have enough space to dance. He reached down, adjusting the shoelaces before standing up and studied the panels who were listening to the song attentively.
Its soft rustling tree sounds slowly faded, forming into upbeat music.
I'm ready! I can do this!
The minute the panel nodded, Harold took a slow two seconds to absorb himself into the music. The song kicked off with the sound of the violin. Gracefully, he lifted his left arms high in the air and pushed his left leg outwards as he lowered himself to the ground. His arms formed three circles before joining his right arms. Matching the sound of the slow violin, Harold made a mental note not to run from the pace. The pacing had always been the key to slow music. Do not be too fast or too slow.
Once the music picked up its pace, Harold twirled around, losing his muscles before hitting the first beat strongly. He executed his force and power that would look effortless to the audience. He knew this music. It had been his first music with his father.
Harold's grey eyes studied the orange walls around him as he leaped in the air, making a double backflip that earned the panel's surprise. Letting gravity to drag him down, Harold sunk to the ground and made a perfect split. Just as the music picked a higher pace again, he pushed himself up, aligning his movements with the chorus.
His dance radiated unique energy where the judges had not seen it anywhere else. His grey eyes sent piercing stares throughout his steps, sending fires to those who watched his performance. It wasn't just the strong execution of power that made him stood out, but the passion and desire that flickered between his empty eyes. They spoke of something no words could explain.
Every step he made was crafted perfectly as if it would be the last dance of his life.
The sound of his pounding heart stung across his ears as he felt his heart beating on his chest. Sweat trickled down his forehead, consuming his insanity. He felt sane as his lust to dance was slowly being fulfilled. His dark red shirt drenched with hard labor sweat.
Each time he leaped into the air, Harold portrayed a character that seemed to be grasping sound out of reach. From afar, he looked as if he wanted to fish for his life that had been swimming far away from his own bait. His shoes produced squeaking sounds as he shifted stances, making him look weightless. When the music stopped, Harold made a simple twirl before standing straight to face the panels.
"Thank you," said the panels together. "It was an amazing performance, Harold. We will let you know the results in two weeks. We are looking forward to working with you soon."
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