conical flip. The dancer's body shot straight up in the air while spiraling like a bullet out of a grooved gun barrel.
Every sense of the audiences was stimulated to the point they were starting to become dull and blurry. The only feeling left in them was the feeling of their warm emotion; it was the closest to the feeling of their own soul.
The masked dancer landed back to the floor on the last note of the music.
Mike's eyes were flooded with tears. This was the first time in five years he had cried, because it took him five years to finally break his creative bottleneck that he had been criticized for.
This was real music and real art.
This was the meaning of life.
The center stage light shrunk in size until it had returned to a tiny spec. The masked dancer disappeared.
The stage returned to total darkness, contrasting the bright and hopeful emotions in everyone's heart.
Ten seconds later, the lighting in the theater turned on, and an explosion of cheers and applause erupted from the audiences.
Everyone was crying, shrieking and rushing towards the stage. The music had touched their soul so profoundly that it had hollowed their minds. They could think only one thing: to reach the stage and touch the dancer. Soon the theater fell into chaos.
The media were shocked by the development, They rushed back to their studio, trying to be the first to claim this sensational news.
"What kind of dance move was that?"
The dancer's ability to touch people's heart using his dance was unprecedented.
The industry would soon recognize Mike's achievement of discovering such a real gem. It was only a matter of time for the dance industry to be dominated by him.
The post-concert meeting with the media had run late for two hours as everyone demanded the organizer to disclose the identity of the masked dancer.
Compared to an average audience, and the dance impressed the soldiers in the military to an even greater extent. They had seen not only dace moves, but also a series of military combat stances rearranged into a coherent and passionate dance.
Also, the soldiers had noticed that the dancer had portrayed not only a human warrior but also another creature, the Zerg, by imitating the Zerg's march.
After seeing the Zerg's moves, some experts realized that the steps could be easily turned into an effective and damaging combat technique.
While the soldiers were still mesmerized by the dancer's Zerg moves, the dancer had suddenly changed character again into a lone star gunner, fighting his enemy in the vast expanse of the desert.
Wang Tong's dance not only touched the ordinary audiences and the stony-heart soldiers, but also the enchantresses. Li Ruoer and Zhou Sisi had felt the rise and fall of their emotions while watching the show.
Li Ruoer's face was taut after the show had ended. The fact that someone would be able to affect her mood was unheard of, and it stressed her out.
Ma Xiaoru had an entirely different experience than Li Ruoer. She felt the dance had awakened something inside of her that used to be very important to her, but she couldn't remember what it was no matter how hard she tried.
Karl led his friend to the backstage. They lifted Wang Tong and cheered for him in excitement. They were much luckier than the feverish fans still outside.
"Hey Boss, how about you teach me some of those moves. Chicks dig that!"
"Wang Tong, you ROCK!"
Zhou Sisi and Luo Manman's eyes flashed with admiration.
Mike had ordered everyone to leave Wang Tong and his friends alone after the show. Mike watched Wang Tong from afar and heaved a sigh," I think I would never touch a mixer again."
Like knew like. Wang Tong also looked in the direction of Mike and marveled at his ability to stimulate his creativity with music.
Wang Tong walked toward Mike, and for the first time, he shook the hand of this feminine looking man and said," Thank you."
So many emotions and meanings were wrapped in these two plain words, but to Mike, this was more than enough.
Chapter end
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