A brilliant smile broke across her face, overflowing with joy and disbelief, as if she were still afraid this moment might vanish if she blinked.
After a heartbeat, she bent forward into a deep, elegant curtsy. Her bow was so low it nearly brushed the stage floor, a silent offering of gratitude poured into every inch of the movement.
The applause grew even louder.
The audience felt honored, as if that bow were meant for each of them personally.
"Elena! Elena! Elena!"
She straightened slowly, pressing both hands to her chest. She nodded again and again, lips trembling as she mouthed a single word.
Thank you.
Then she turned, facing the symphony orchestra behind her, and repeated the deep curtsy. The musicians rose as one, bowing back to her with equal respect.
Elena clapped toward them, gesturing for the audience to do the same.
The cheers swelled anew, filling the studio with a roar that refused to fade.
"Elena! Elena! Elena! Elena! Elena!"
