Journal #7 My Memory

When I was in China, our school had a fall event. Korean also had to do something. So my friends prepared sing and dance. It was successful performance. At first, one of Koreans danced. His dancing was perfect. Atmosphere is going up. We were excited about that. Next, one of my friends sang a song. He sang very well. He sang like a singer. Finally, three pretty girls danced. They were sexy. They made us crazy. We shouted and screamed. It was our night.