Emily sat at the judges' table, her expression gentle and her tone soft. From the perspective of posture and performance, she professionally evaluated the contestants on stage, actively giving support and encouragement. Everyone thanked her sincerely, but in her heart, she completely disdained dealing with people of this level.
She believed that art was something for the rich to pursue. No matter how well a poor person danced or how beautifully they sang, they would only become new playthings. She thought of her adoptive mother, Miranda, training her to dance ballet as if abusing her and then letting her perform for an audience who weren't even worthy of carrying her shoes, and she felt disgusted. As the contestants stepped off the stage and shook her hand, she smiled, but thought to hers
