Lin Wan Yi waved her hand, struggling to stand up straight.
"It's fine, maybe a bit of low blood sugar, it's stuffy backstage."
"Lean against something and rest for a while, I'll get you some sweet water!"
"No need, it's almost our turn."
Lin Wan Yi took a deep breath, but the churning feeling in her stomach grew more intense with each moment.
She leaned against the cold wall, listening to the high-pitched voice of the announcer outside.
"The next performance is a dance by our Military Wives Performance Team!"
"Here we go!"
"It's our turn!"
The military wives patted each other on the shoulders, each clenching their fists tightly.
Lin Wan Yi stood at the front of the lineup, making the final gesture.
"Remember our emotions, remember our strength, go."
The curtain was drawn open.
Strong lights poured in.
Lin Wan Yi retreated to the side of the stage, her knuckles turning white from gripping the wall.
