Rebirth: I Became a Maggot 2

Chapter 131 Dance Out My Life

But it just wouldn't get up, so it could only spin around on the ground. I've seen this happen before when I'm eating at a restaurant.

But since when has this been considered a dance? What kind of dance is this?

If this can be considered dance, then it is an insult to dance.

But the flies around me were watching with unusual seriousness, which I just couldn't understand. What did they mean by watching that? What was so interesting about it?

After a few minutes, the guy probably couldn't turn any further, so he struggled to his feet and tried to take a few steps forward, but he collapsed to the ground after a few steps.

It took him quite a while to get up.

Then the judges started commenting: "Hmm, very good. This street dance has reached a new level. It seems you have a certain foundation."

What the hell do you mean by "skilled"? It's just spinning around on the ground like that. It looks like someone's about to die, desperately trying to escape. What kind of dance is that?

"Thank you... thank you, judges," the fly said, panting heavily. It seemed that it was quite tired after spinning around so many times.

Then the judges started talking at length about the dance's strengths and weaknesses.

I was completely confused. There are so many intricacies involved! All I saw was someone spinning around on the ground. How can there be so many techniques and stage design?

Am I just an ordinary person? Do I lack the heart to appreciate beauty?

After that guy finished his performance, the rest of the guys started to take the stage one after another. They were basically doing those weird and wonderful dances, which amazed me.

Is this supposed to be dance? Isn't dance about beauty? Isn't it about art? But all I see are flies buzzing around in the air.

What kind of crazy dance is this? I feel like these flies are completely forced into this; they don't really know anything about dancing. So, does that mean I still have a little hope?

At least I've seen real dance.

So gradually I stopped worrying so much. I suddenly felt a little more confident.

As time slowly passed, it was my turn. So I slowly walked onto the stage, and I thought of all the dances I could think of.

But then a problem arose: I'm in the body of a fly now, so what kind of dance can I do?

Even if you're dancing, you're just crawling on the ground, right? What kind of dance is that?

Not only did it lack any sense of beauty, it even felt rather vulgar. Caught in this dilemma, I walked onto the stage.

After I went on stage, the host, a mantis named Venus, asked, "What is your dream?"

When I heard the word "dream," I gave a wry smile and said, "Just try to live a good life."

Perhaps they didn't hear me say that my dream was so simple, so unambitious, that I just wanted to live a good life. The mantis clearly didn't want to say anything more.

The dragonfly asked, "What dance will you be performing next?"

"Next up is classical dance, right?" I said with a wry smile. I had no idea what classical dance was; I was just trying to dance a dance that I had in mind.

"Are you really called 12 cents?" the last butterfly asked, sounding a little excited.

“My name is now 9527,” I replied seriously.

"Oh," the butterfly said, somewhat absentmindedly.

Holy crap, does this butterfly really know me? But I really don't remember knowing a butterfly, let alone such a beautiful one.

“Alright. Now you can start jumping,” the mantis said.

"Before I started jumping, I wanted to say that everything I did was for art." I said very seriously, and my firm eyes told them that I really was doing it for art. If my art couldn't be art, I wouldn't have any chance to be art anymore, and I would just be eaten by that spider.

"Alright, let's begin," the mantis said, clearly annoyed.

So I started my performance, but I have to say this fly did a bit poorly. Why didn't it have any music while it was dancing? Even just some sound would have been nice!

They just acted like that. It was like a madman running around on the ground and rushing through the air. This doesn't make sense to me. I need at least some music, or at least some sound effects.

So I asked for a temporary pause, flew over to the audience outside the arena, said something to the flies watching, and then flew back.

Since I have nothing else, I can only make some very simple music. Luckily, I learned to play drums when I was in elementary school. Although I don't have drums now, I still remember the rhythm.

After a brief discussion with the audience below, I flew back onto the stage, and soon after, I heard the sound of wings coming from below.

However, since I have already given instructions, I will now clap a very simple rhythm.

"Slap... slap... slap, slap, slap, slap slap slap slap slap slap slap."

The first three beats are slow, the next three are short, and the last seven are fast. Although it is very simple, it is the best musical accompaniment I can think of right now.

That's just the way things are, and I can't ask for too much. I hope my music rhythm can help me out and earn me some points.

As the beat started, I began to fly around in the air. Actually, I don't know anything about dancing; I could only follow the beat and fly around and run around on the ground.

I finally found that feeling, so I started flying on the ground and in the air, trying to fly in what I thought was the most beautiful posture.

I was really going all out to survive. I was forced into this situation because I had no dance skills whatsoever. I was just flying around in the air like I was dancing.

Just then, a leaf fell from the sky. The leaf slowly drifted down, and I rushed over, stood on the leaf, stretched my arms, and moved my legs, trying to make it clear that I was dancing.

As the last leaf fell towards the bottom of the stage, I quickly flew up, trying to fly towards the stage in the coolest way possible, and then stood still in the middle of the stage.

The flies below immediately lost their rhythm and began clapping wildly. Not only did the audience applaud me, but even the judges started clapping.

The mistake was flapping wings, and the atmosphere got better and better. I was very excited. I didn't expect it to actually succeed. Indeed, the power of the masses is great!

And most importantly, the audience below was also very supportive. It was our first collaboration, yet we worked together so well, which greatly exceeded my expectations.

Then the three judges let me go down to rest, which meant I had passed the first round. The next round was waiting for me.

So I flew to one side, and when I got there, there were already three flies waiting there.

They've all become qualified flies, except for that guy who's been circling on the ground. He's probably still having a headache, lying there motionless.