Soon, Myra began to move. With the rhythm of the music, her body swayed like a puppet, as if there was a traction line at the joints. Her posture and movement were impeccable.
The audience got goose bumps because of her powerful performance.
Benita took a deep breath and felt a chill on her back.
But she couldn't take her eyes off Myra. It was not a performance that could be seen at any time, and even a professional competition was rare to see!
Myra was not only a professional, but also an advanced professional?
How could it be possible? It's impossible! Benita had participated in so many competitions, but she had never heard of such a person
now the name of Myra, so they followed the DJ and shouted the name of 'puppet doll'.
Hearing the ceaseless cry on the phone, and the sudden scream that was higher than the one on the other end of the phone, Kian slowly breathed out.
He closed his eyes and held back the tears in them.
When he looked at the screen again, he frowned slightly at the screen.
A tall and thin young boy in a white baseball uniform jumped onto the stage, bent over and held up Myra, turning several circles in a row.
He could feel how excited he was through the screen.
Kian suddenly narrowed his eyes, there were tears in them, but they were still full of coldness.