Walking off the stage with the audience applauses, Ma Xiao-Er was feeling comfortable. Happy and cheerful that she had really done her best. She wasn’t the last person to go on stage, there were still a few more people who hadn’t perform yet.
In the backstage there was a monitor to see the performers on the stage, the person to go after Ma Xiao-Er was nervous, he was shaking. He was a man in his thirties; he had applied for competition from MICM for years. Ever since he was a teenager, he dreamt to be able to perform for the judges at MICM. But after seeing Ma Xiao-Er, he knew he couldn’t have done better than Ma Xiao-Er.