Pure music is what cleanses the soul. In the same way, dancers must treat themselves as keys on a piano, played into motion.
Xia Zhaoyun looked up and saw Song Zhenbao inside the room, drenched in sweat along with the others. She smiled and said, "Alright. But Teacher, I'll choose the other piece."
Teacher Su raised her eyebrows in surprise.
Xia Zhaoyun hadn't been with the troupe for very long, but two years was still a considerable amount of time for a dancer. She should have had a clear understanding of every member's skill level.
All the comrades who excelled at dance had been assigned to the first piece. The ones rehearsing in this room now were the more mediocre dancers, and the piece Xia Zhaoyun had indicated was for the group that was practically at the bottom of the barrel.
