Hurts to be Good.

As you can see, my dance studio is going to have a concert for the third time. All the students will perform their own piece, inviting their family members to see them dance. I don't know if I am consider unlucky, because all the years I had performed, I always end up 'dying'. Let's not talk about the first year, that was a dance choreograph by the headmasters of Dua Space. The second and third time was choreography by my own teacher, and she likes us to 'die.' Why? Because we don't know how to smile. I shall explain. We were never allowed to wear frilly dresses or tutus or having cheerful personalities in our characters. One reason, because our expressions sucks. We don't know how to smile with our heart and my teacher doesn't bother to help us improve. I don't really mind, because it's the truth. So in the end, in the second year of Dua Space concert, my character was the shadow. The story was human was taken over by their own shadows and t...