Girl in Motion. A close documentary before the final audition: one month chasing the last dream of a dancer hopeful living in a three‑tatami room who bet 22 years of her life after I spoke to an ordinary person who missed the last train — 凪咲あおい

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My heart was pounding and my pulse kept racing. The places where I stumbled were always the same. ------------------- My old friends gradually disappeared. It’s not that I hated them. I buried my happiness outside of music. I no longer needed them. No one would keep going just to find out they had no talent. At least that’s what I told myself. On my days off, I chased the dreams I was supposed to chase. My one‑room apartment…