It was because Gerard was the one who built the dance studio dan he was also the one and only audience.
As soon as the performance was over, I rushed to the backstage to question Sarah.
"You're a thief, you stole my idea!"
She calmly waved away my hand and sneered.
"Yours? Who would believe that a disabled person could create a dance choreography? Even if you were the most talented one back then, so what? In the end, it's me, Sarah Benson, who's standing on the highest podium."
I started dialing the dance association's reporting hotline.
But someone reached out and snatched my phone away, then said casually, "Nichole, even though you created this dance choreography, you can't finish it. Why don't you give it to Sarah? She is also helping you fulfill your dream!"
"She will find a position as a class mentor for you later, which is also worthy of you."
I let out a cold grunt as I looked at the phone taken away.
"So, plagiarism can be justified in such a high-sounding way? So, this is the popular way to repay a favor in your circle?"
I snatched my phone back and insisted on reporting it.
Unfortunately, Sarah's bodyguards grasped my hands and Gerard only had eyes for Sarah at this time.