染雾她把水晶鞋递给我。它们在星夜的天空下闪闪发光。这时，我意识到，每个女孩都有一双属于自己的特殊的鞋，就像灰姑娘的水晶鞋一样。
"Hi! John." Mary ran towards me with a rare bright smile on her face, saying, "I'm gonna have a dance performance tonight. I hope you'll come. Here is the ticket. Don't forget!" She left in a hurry, disappearing in the throngs of people quickly.
"What?! What performance? Dance? Is that credible?" I asked myself. Mary was not such kind of girl. She was a quite ordinary one. I had never seen her making up or wearing attractive clothes, moreover, she always wore her big black-frame glasses, for she did not know how to dress up indeed. What a terrible thing, especially for a plain girl!
"I should go to, I must go to. That's a miracle!" I thought.
I arrived at the hall with the ticket, and found my seat. Her performance was the seventh one. I knew I would suffer from a hard time before her turn, for I had no sense of art, but her performance was worth of watching, no matter how long I would wait for.
Time went slowly, I struggled with myself not to fall asleep.
"Let's welcome the next exciting dance — Latin!" Applause filled the hall at once.
I opened my eyes as large as possible, fearing to lose anything. Wearing a golden and shining skirt, Mary appeared on the glorious stage. Her dress went well with the
