Next up.
Russia's Swan Lake.
India's Bharatanatyam.
The United States' musical.
Britain's Waltz.
This was a collision of Earth cultures, and also a temple of human art.
After the France performance ended.
Next up was the Illusion Voice Singing Troupe.
Next up.
Russia's Swan Lake.
India's Bharatanatyam.
The United States' musical.
Britain's Waltz.
This was a collision of Earth cultures, and also a temple of human art.
After the France performance ended.
The host returned to the stage.
"Next to appear is the Illusion Voice Singing Troupe, their work is 'A Dream Journey'."
Illusion Voice Singing Troupe.
Richard showed an interested expression.
This was a singing troupe composed of Mutants. Richard had heard some of their songs, which used sound to perform illusions.
On the stage, a group of handsome men and beautiful women wore white suits; just looking at them made people feel something.
The violinist, with an elegant posture, gently raised her hand. The bow touched the strings, like a gentle breeze caressing a lake, playing a string of agile notes.
Immediately following, the sounds of the piano, cello, flute, and violin intertwined, sometimes like a babbling brook, sometimes like surging waves.
"Ah—"
Beautiful singing rose from the ten-person singing troupe.
There was no singing, only pure music composed of singing and accompaniment.
The audience couldn't help but close their eyes.
Listening to the singing.
The women seemed to see forests, oceans, and white clouds, making people unable to help but relax and enjoy this moment of peace.
The men came to ancient legends and began an exciting adventure.
The children flew in the Universe, touching stars and playing in space.
The entire venue quieted down, and everyone was immersed in the singing.
Richard opened his eyes and listened carefully to the music.
Those illusions were a bit boring for him.
The Illusion Voice Singing Troupe's performance ended after ten minutes.
The audience gradually woke up and gave enthusiastic applause; it was truly an unprecedented experience.
It was like having a lucid dream; you know what you're doing in the dream, but after waking up, the memory becomes blurry, preventing people from becoming too immersed.
"Next to appear is the Succubus Dance Troupe, their work is—'Love'."
Music began.
Two masked dancers began to perform agile dance steps in the center of the stage.
Sometimes touching, sometimes moving away, their gazes met with shyness; at this moment, no words were needed.
Everyone understood this was acquaintance.
Naïve and curious.
Many people saw their past selves through their figures.
The music changed.
The dance steps between the two dancers changed.
They suddenly moved closer, almost touching, arm in arm, their gazes locked, no longer letting go.
This was falling in love.
Some audience members showed nostalgic expressions.
Two more dancers appeared on the stage. One was dancing towards the audience, her face beaming with a happy smile.
The other was behind her, coordinating with her dance steps, but never appearing in front.
This was unrequited love.
Some audience members' faces were a bit dim, having never expressed their feelings in the end.
The movements of both pairs of dancers changed simultaneously.
Their dance steps began to become consistent, performing some ring-wearing gestures.
However, one had a happy expression on her face.
I will definitely be happy if I marry him.
The other had a somewhat hesitant expression.
Will I really be happy if I marry him?
This was marriage.
The tone of the music changed, becoming more intense.
The dancers' movements also became more intense. They quickly spun, jumped, and intertwined, seeming to be arguing.
Two dancers chose to run away, moving freely and chasing each other on the stage.
One with a firm resolve never to look back.
One occasionally looking back, somewhat indecisive.
The dance partners were also chasing vigorously.
At this point, from both sides of the backstage, many dancers appeared.
They blocked the path of the two dance partners.
Their expressions were either shy, bold, or coquettish. They rotated around the two dance partners, lifted their legs, or elegantly turned their bodies, every movement precise.
Their movements were also full of temptation.
The audience watched intently, knowing that there were new choices.
Backstage, the people from the Illusion Voice Singing Troupe watched the performance on the screen, understanding that they had lost.
"It's okay, there's always next time. We'll perform around the World after this, to gain experience."
The troupe leader, Smith, said.
On the stage.
The first dance partner was trapped among the dancers, pulled back every time he tried to get out, unable to break free, trying again and again.
The second dance partner struggled to break free from the surrounding dancers, red pigment appearing on her clothes, continuing to chase the dancer who had run away earlier.
This was rejection.
The first dancer who ran away danced a circle on the stage and returned to the starting point.
She watched her dance partner, who extended a hand, struggle to pull her out.
The two embraced tightly, while the other dancers danced around them, seemingly unwilling to give up.
The other dance partner, after escaping, found her dancer, who was still running.
The dance partner was about to catch up, extending her hand, waiting.
The dancer didn't even look, just kept running, her dance steps showing disarray.
The dance partner stopped, watched her figure continuously moving away, then lowered her hand and thought for a while.
She began to dance alone, her steps light, free, and spontaneous. She was no longer someone else's dance partner; she was the dancer.
The dancer who had run away returned, dancing in front of her former dance partner, trying to attract attention again.
But this time, the dance partner did not respond.
One by one, dancers appeared around her, coordinating with her dance steps.
At this moment, the stage lights seemed to shine only for her, as she interpreted her rebirth and independence with unique dance moves.
The first pair of embracing dancers continued their joyful dance steps.
The surrounding dancers, seeing no opportunity, left the stage.
The music gradually became soothing, a tranquil sense of release.
The audience was immersed in this visual feast, their emotions rising and falling with the dancers' movements.
Some people's eyes were slightly moist, recalling their past experiences of love and loss, growth and letting go.
Two different endings.
Tony raised an eyebrow, looked at Pepper beside him, and asked, "Pepper, if I had rejected you back then, what would you have done?"
"Then I would have applied to be your nanny. If I was rejected again, I would never come back."
Pepper said.
Tony didn't speak, he just hugged Pepper.
Many people who watched this dance called 'Love' began to reflect on themselves.
In the private room, Banner held Betty's hand.
"I don't have much to do next, let's go see General Ross tomorrow."
Betty was delighted, then a little hesitant.
"But Dad has been gloomy ever since he retired. He might argue if he sees you."
"I'll bring a gift. How about a Starship Commander?"
Banner said.
Although General Ross's personality was stubborn and tough.
His military capability and strategic vision were undeniable; there was no problem for him to be a Starship Commander.
"Will doing this affect your standing in the Demon Group's leader's eyes?"
Betty asked worriedly.
Her man had only just reached this point with great difficulty. If he were to be affected in the Demon Group due to nepotism, it would be better to let her father retire peacefully.
After all, her father almost attacked the leader back then; it was a miracle he was still alive.
At most, she would buy him more cigarettes and alcohol; anyway, with the potions, they wouldn't harm his body.
"It's fine. In the future, Earth will organize a fleet, and the initial scale will be in the thousands. However, I can only give him management rights over one Starship at most. Whether he can get more depends on General Ross himself.
As for the leader, don't worry. I will explicitly request him. As long as I don't recommend any useless people, the leader won't mind."
Banner said.
"I love you, Banner."
"Me too, Betty."
The two embraced and kissed in the private room.
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