Choi Sooyoung had been dubbed as Korea’s Prima Ballerina ever since she received her tenth straight standing ovation globally.

                Everything about her exuded grace, elegance and excellence, just as what was expected from a performer of her calibre, from her posture to her mannerisms, from her way of speaking all the way to her possessions in life. She was at the top of the world, taking one step higher than what people thought possible with every curtain call that led to the applause, cheers and bouquets from many nameless faces.

She was Korea’s Prima Ballerina and she was rightfully so.

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Victoria Song had been dubbed as the unknown Prima Ballerina to her friends every time she danced to routine.

                Many times they watched her twirl, leap and stretch and each time, they knew they were in the presence of someone who was a genius of the art in her own right. When she danced, she was all about grace and elegance; something that her usual shirt, jeans and Converse would betray. Sometimes they couldn’t help but sigh, wondering why life hadn’t blessed the girl with an opportunity she rightfully deserved, believing that she had what it took to become successful. Maybe if she hadn’t lost her family and stayed in China instead of journeying to Korea, maybe her fate would be different. Maybe.

She was dubbed as the unknown Prima Ballerina and she deserved a chance in the spotlight.