Stephanie was so angry that she gritted her teeth. She didn't know what had happened to her today, but she had repeatedly failed to perform well.
The choreography was very difficult. It was a traditional dance, and she needed to dance gracefully with the aura of a lily.
Stephanie remembered the steps, but according to the dance instructor, she looked as rigid and lifeless as a robot. She just couldn't breathe life into her dance.
"Lets just call in a stand-in then," The director sighed. There was no other way.
"But the figure of the stand-in needs to be similar to Stephanie's, right?" The dance instructor asked. They could adjust the camera works and the editing, but the figure needs to look just like Stephanie's.
This was a blockbuster. It would be played on the big screens, so they couldn't afford any obvious slipups.
As she listened to the conversation between the two, Stephanie said, to vent her anger, "Why don't you let Margaret be my stand-in? Her figure is quite similar to mine."
Indeed, both of them were slender. Margaret was 168cm-tall while Stephanie was 166cm. The height difference was hardly noticeable.
"We could try that." The director nodded and called Margaret over.
Margaret was still dressed in beggar's clothing. When the dance instruction saw her, she could not help but let out a sigh.
God, she already had to teach a block of wood how to dance. Did she have to do the same this time round but with a wood block that's dirtier?
In the end, the dance instructor accepted her fate and began to teach Margaret the dance sequences.
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