Nothing Normal
Prologue
He watched her move in sync with her instructor and peers. Her face showed hesitation, but her movements were timed properly and precisely.
"Her," he told the scouter. "12A is the perfect contestant."
The practice ended soon after.
"12A, contestant Emila Andria," the dean pulled her files out from the cabinet and handed them to the scouter, who chose her out of the bunch of graduates on his own accord. "Are you sure you wouldn't favor 13C? She has similar credentials, plus she's more appealing than Emila," he handed him her file as well.
The scouter smiled a bit, "Emila will be just fine." He stood up with Andria's file in his hand. "Thank you, sir. Have a pleasant evening."
"Her," he told the scouter. "12A is the perfect contestant."
The practice ended soon after.
"12A, contestant Emila Andria," the dean pulled her files out from the cabinet and handed them to the scouter, who chose her out of the bunch of graduates on his own accord. "Are you sure you wouldn't favor 13C? She has similar credentials, plus she's more appealing than Emila," he handed him her file as well.
The scouter smiled a bit, "Emila will be just fine." He stood up with Andria's file in his hand. "Thank you, sir. Have a pleasant evening."