Unlike last time, Joel didn't join the cheerers either but tried to pull me away, "Let's go. There's no need to emba—"
He didn't finish his sentence, but I could tell he meant I would make a fool of myself. To him, having someone from a background of picking up trash dance was like asking Anna Pavlova to feed pigs.
I smiled, shrugged off Joel's hand, and took the stage alone. "Guess I'll make a fool of myself then!"
I had the sound technician play some classical music and performed a little ballet dance. During the summer, I hired a one-on-one instructor to learn this dance just for this moment.
Wearing a flowing white dress, I danced gracefully, creating an ethereal presence. After being bombarded by high-energy dance routines, the sudden shift to a classical dance captivated the audience.
The room fell silent, the lights dimmed, and I spun in the center of the stage, my white dress fluttering.
When the dance ended, the audience was silent for a few seconds before erupting into thunderous applause. I heard cheers and saw the excitement on everyone's faces.
I even noticed Joel's eyes widening with joy and disbelief. I knew this moment would become a new legend about me at the university.