Love

Next up is the Phantom Sound Choir.

Next.

Swan Dance in Ross.

Bharata dance of India.

American musicals.

British waltz.

This is a collision of Earth's cultures, and also a temple of human art.

After the French performance ends.

The host returned to the stage.

"Next up is the Phantom Sound Choir, and their piece is 'Dream Journey'."

The Phantom Sound Choir.

Kino looked interested.

This is a singing group made up of Mutants. Kino has heard some of their songs before; they use their voices to perform illusions.

On stage, a group of handsome men and beautiful women wore white suits; just looking at them made one feel...

The violinist, with her elegant posture, gently raised her hand, and the bow touched the strings, like a gentle breeze caressing the surface of a lake, producing a series of lively notes.

Then, the sounds of the piano, cello, flute, and violin intertwined and mingled, sometimes like a babbling brook, sometimes like surging waves.

"Ah--"

Beautiful singing voices rang out from the ten-member choir.

There is no singing, only pure music composed of pure vocals and accompaniment.

The audience couldn't help but close their eyes.

Listening to the singing.

The woman seemed to see a forest, an ocean, and white clouds, making her want to relax and enjoy this moment of peace.

The man arrived in an ancient legend and began a thrilling adventure.

Children fly through the universe, touch the stars, and play in space.

The entire venue fell silent, everyone immersed in the song.

Kino opened his eyes and listened intently to the music.

Those illusions were a bit boring to him.

The Phantom Sound Choir's performance ended in ten minutes.

The audience gradually woke up and burst into enthusiastic applause; it was truly an unprecedented experience.

Just like having a lucid dream, you are aware of what you are doing in the dream, but the memory becomes blurry after you wake up, so that you don't become addicted to it.

"Next up is the Succubus Dance Troupe, and their piece is - Love."

Music begins.

Two masked dancers began to perform a lively dance on the stage.

Sometimes they touched, sometimes they looked away, their eyes meeting with shyness; at this moment, no words were needed.

Everyone understood that this was an acquaintance.

Naïve and curious.

Many people saw their past selves in their figures.

The music changed.

The dance steps between the two dancers changed.

They suddenly drew close, almost touching, hand in hand, eyes locked, and refused to let go.

This is being in love.

Some audience members wore expressions of nostalgia.

Two more dancers appeared on the stage, one of whom was dancing for the audience with a happy smile on her face.

Another one was behind her, moving in sync with her dance steps, but never appeared in front of her.

This is unrequited love.

Some audience members looked rather somber and ultimately didn't express their feelings.

The movements of the two pairs of dancers change simultaneously.

The dance steps began to synchronize, and they started making some ring-wearing gestures.

However, one of them had a happy expression on their face.

I will definitely be happy if I marry him.

The other one looked somewhat hesitant.

Will I really be happy if I marry him?

This is a wedding.

The tone of the music changed, becoming more intense.

The dancers' movements became increasingly intense. They spun, leaped, and intertwined rapidly, seemingly arguing.

The two dancers chose to escape, freely weaving and chasing each other across the stage.

A resolute determination to never look back.

One of them looked back every now and then, somewhat hesitant.

The dance partners were also chasing after them with all their might.

At this moment, many dancers appeared in the backstage areas on both sides.

They blocked the path of their two dance partners.

The expressions on their faces ranged from shy to bold to coquettish. They twirled around their two partners, lifted their legs, or gracefully turned to the side, each movement precise and accurate.

The movements themselves were also incredibly seductive.

The audience watched intently, knowing that a new option had been offered.

Backstage, the members of the Phantom Sound Choir watched the performance on the screen and realized they had lost.

"It's okay, there will be another chance. We'll perform all over the world after this and gain experience."

"Commander, "Smith said.

On stage.

The first dance partner was trapped inside the dancer, and every time he tried to go out, he was pulled back, unable to break free, and he tried again and again.

The second dance partner struggled to break free from the surrounding dancers, his clothes stained with red paint, and continued chasing the dancer who had fled earlier.

This is a refusal.

The first dancer who ran away danced a circle on the stage and returned to the starting point.

Watching her dance partner reach out a hand, she struggled to pull it out.

The two embraced tightly, and the dancers danced around them, seemingly unwilling to give up.

The other dance partner, after escaping, found her dancer, who was still on the run.

The dance partner was about to catch up, reaching out her hand and waiting.

The dancers didn't even look, they just kept running, their steps chaotic.

The dancer stopped, watched her receding figure, and lowered his hand to think for a moment.

She began to dance alone, her steps light, free, and spontaneous. She was no longer someone else's dance partner; she was the dancer herself.

The dancer who had run away returned, dancing in front of her former partner, trying to attract attention once again.

But this time, his dance partner did not respond.

One dancer after another appeared around her, joining in her dance steps.

At this moment, the stage lights seemed to shine only for her, as she used her unique dance moves to interpret her rebirth and independence.

The first pair of dancers, now embracing, continued their joyful dance.

The surrounding dancers saw that they had no chance to leave the stage.

The music gradually softened, creating a sense of serene relief.

The audience was immersed in this visual feast, their emotions rising and falling with the dancers' movements.

Some people's eyes welled up with tears as they recalled their past experiences of love and loss, growth and letting go.

Two different endings.

Tony raised an eyebrow and looked at Pepper beside him, asking, "Pepper, what would you have done if I had rejected you back then?"

"Then I'll apply for your nanny job, and if I'm rejected again, I'll never come back."

Pepper said.

Tony didn't say anything, he just hugged Pepper.

Many people who watched this show, titled "Love is Dance," began to reflect on themselves.

Inside the private room, Banner was holding Betty's hand.

"I'm free from other things, let's go see Ross tomorrow."

Betty was delighted, then hesitated.

"But Dad has been depressed ever since he stepped down, and he might start arguing with you if he sees you."

"I'll bring a gift. What do you think of the captain of a starship?"

Banner said.

Although Ross has a stubborn and strong personality.

However, his military capabilities and strategic vision are undeniable, making him perfectly capable of serving as a starship commander.

"Won't doing this affect your standing in the Demon King's eyes?"

Betty asked with some concern.

My husband has worked so hard to get to where he is now. If he's negatively impacted by nepotism within the Demon Group, it's better to let him retire in peace.

After all, her father had almost attacked the Demon King; it was a miracle he survived.

At worst, I'll just buy him more cigarettes and alcohol; he'll be fine with the medication anyway.

"It's alright. Earth will organize a fleet in the future, with an initial size of over a thousand. However, I can only give him the management rights to one starship at most. Whether he can get more depends on Ross himself."

As for the leader, don't worry, I'll go and plead with 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 kissed passionately in the private room.

My writing skills are still too poor to achieve the desired effect.

Because I'm not satisfied with what I wrote, and I don't want to delete it, I'm posting four updates today.