Chapter 2541
The expressions on everyone's faces were a dead giveaway, their eyes filled with sympathy as they glanced in their way.
It seemed like Ivy had really bombed her performance earlier, maybe even forgot some steps in the middle of her routine.
Ophelia thought that if she were in a good mood, she might let it slide.
“After all, lvy is an actress, attending dance rehearsals to prep for a show-stopping number at a fan meet-and-greet. Practicing
just a handful of classes each day, how could she possibly outshine me?”
With this thought in mind, Ophelia was already picturing Ms. Madison declaring her the winner of the competition. But to her
shock, Ms. Madison lifted Ivy’s hand high in the air!
She stared in disbelief. “You've got it wrong, Ms. Madison. I’m on your left side. You should be raising your left hand!”
Ms. Madison blinked, lowered lvy’s hand, and repeated, “I announce the winner of the first round is Ivy!”
Now, Ophelia was truly baffled. “Even if you’re biased, you can’t just make stuff up in front of all these people, can you? The
winner should be clear as day! Ms. Madison, | used to respect you, but now, just to curry favor with Ivy and Balfour, you're lying
to everyone's face?”
Ms. Madison gave her a weary look. “Why are you so convinced you had it in the bag? Have you ever wondered why no one
objected when | said Ivy won? Look around at their faces.”
Prompted by her words, Ophelia finally noticed the looks she mistook for sympathy towards Ivy were actually aimed at her!
Shaking her head in disbelief, she stepped back. “You've all got it wrong. She’s the one who should admit defeat. Has she
brainwashed you, too?”
The others averted their eyes, unable to bear the sight.novelbin
Eventually, Ms. Madison stepped in. “Ophelia, I’ve told you before, your dancing is technically fine, but it’s just too... show-offy.
You're so focused on flaunting yourself that you forget dance is about expression, about conveying an understanding of the
movements, not just showcasing yourself. You hog the spotlight, get it?”
Unconvinced, Ophelia snorted coldly. “Of course, because she’s your student and a big star, you’re playing favorites. You say my
dancing’s too showy; what about her? Is she so great? Don't tell me you’re going to play the ‘natural talent’ card again; I've heard
that excuse one too many times.”
This time, Ms. Madison didn’t say a word. She simply asked whoever had recorded the dance to hand over their phone so
Ophelia could see for herself who was the better dancer.
At first, Ophelia watched with a look of disdain, but as the video played, her expression darkened.
Her dance and lvy’s dance were the polar opposites of what Ms. Madison had been emphasizing: one was all about self-display,
the other about becoming one with the dance.
“After all these years of dancing, you should know who won and who lost after watching this video. It’s just the first round. Do you
want to go on?”
If Ophelia lost two rounds in a row, she’d never live it down in this studio. Ms. Madison was giving her a choice.
Just as Ophelia stubbornly prepared to nod, Ivy spoke up and graciously opted out of the next round.
Ophelia was taken aback. “Are you scared or something?”
Ms. Madison nearly rolled her eyes right there. Ivy was trying to leave Ophelia with some dignity, and she had the nerve to think
Ivy was scared of her.