The Real Beauty's
Art Stage
Since then Clara began to train at home and at school, at home she told her mother that she participated in the art stage held by the school, of course her mother was very happy, and she was very happy, he also helped Clara train.
Clara participated in a singing competition, at school she practiced singing in the rooftop sometimes to the art room if all the students had gone home, she was too embarrassed if she had to show it before the art stage.
For a long time he did not visit Riyant, Clara decided to meet Riyant on her art day, before leaving for school, Clara took the time to go to the hospital, and the, he thinks Riyant should know that he will follow the art stage.
“Riyant, sorry I just got here, don't be mad at me,” he said after he got to the room,
“Riyant, you know? I'm following the art scene, and today's celebration of the art scene, sorry I just delivered it to you, I'm evil huh? haha. sorry.”.
“You're right Riyant, I have to start, I have to be confident,” Clara smiled.
“But to be honest, right now my heart is pounding, I can definitely right? I'm really nervous now,”
“Thanks. Because of you I can start,”
“Prayer me, I will fight.” then he said goodbye and left the hospital.
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Clara was sitting in a chair waiting for her turn to perform, in her heart she prayed that all was well, she wanted to show everyone that she could, she said, although Riyant was not present, it was not a barrier for Clara to be eager to follow this stage.
“Clara Shinta!”
“Oh? I” Clara got up from her seat and walked towards the stage there, with the microphone in her hand, she saw all over there, a lot of students and teachers were watching her, Clara was shaking, she was shaking, but he tried to relax, and then he started singing.
During the performance, Clara looked not at the audience but at the window and wall of the room, after Clara had finished singing, all was silent for a few seconds and finally the applause from the teachers ended her performance, Clara bowed in gratitude and then stood up straight to the audition, and then and there
SIGNPOST
“Oh?” Clara was surprised, she reflexively held the forehead that was hit by the bottle throw.
Someone threw a bottle at him, then the man shouted,
“DOWN UGLY MONSTER BASE!”
Then thousands of empty bottles were thrown at him, Clara retreated slowly, avoiding the bottles hitting her face and herself, the teachers were also security guards and the security guard stopped the riot.
“DO YOU NOT REFLECT BEFORE THE STAGE? UGLY BASIC!”
“INTERRUPTING THE CONTINUITY OF THE BASIC STAGE OF GENDUT”
“NO SHAME”
And thousands of other comments were thrown, making Clara shocked and silent, Clara was brought into the room and given water by the teachers.
“Tak what bu,” sahut Clara.
After feeling that Bu Rani disappeared from behind the door, Clara sighed lightly, she stared blankly at the floor and lowered her head in tears, then a few minutes there Clara got up and went home.
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BRACKET
Clara slammed the door of her house violently and ran upstairs to her room, she did not know that her mother was there, saw her, then her mother approached Clara in the room, at her sight Clara was crying, then Mia – mother Clara – hugs Clara with worry.
“What's the matter dear?” ask Mia
Clara tried to answer even with tears still flowing, “Why did they blow my physique? Didn't they say that beauty is relative? Beautiful does not have to be white, ideal and everything else? But why would they treat me like that, again because of my physique. Did I wrongly live on earth and share oxygen with them?”
Clara gasped for screaming in tears, “They called me a monster, whereas I didn't commit a crime, I was just trying to show myself even though I wasn't pretty,”
Mia was silent, she let Clara cry while rubbing Clara's gentle mane, in her heart she also grieved, how could her son be treated like that by others, really when Mia was very angry.
In the sense Clara has started to soften, she spoke “See dear mother” Clara puffed up. “You are beautiful dear, all women born on earth are beautiful, only, we were born in a society that likes to demand to look perfect,”
Mia peeked at Clara, “Stay show yourself, the world must know that here there is a smart, good, and also talented Clara. You have to be upbeat, honey.”
Clara cried while hugging her mother
“Life is hard for us who cannot meet the expectations of people, but this is our life, of course we have the right to do whatever we like while not harming many people,” mom says while still hugging Clara.
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That night, after Clara cried and fell asleep Clara woke up and she watched youtube in front of her laptop, she had not eaten, she was not tasteful, although mother called her many times to eat, she said, but Clara still had no taste in putting anything in to prop her stomach.
On youtube featuring a boygroup giving a speech, ‘why am I watching this’ thought Clara was confused, “My name is Kim NamJoon, also known as RM, the leader of the group BTS.”.
Clara is still listening to the speech delivered by the group members called BTS carefully, her mind is laughing whether she does not listen too much to the speech of the man on her laptop screen,
“... no matter who you are, where you’re from, your skin color, your gender identity: just speak yourself.”
Clara was stunned, then again noticed the speech, the sentence successfully made Clara speechless and pay attention to it, more precisely listening to the speech she delivered.
“... I have many faults and I have many fears, but I’am going to embrace myself as hard as I can, and I’m starting to love myself, little by little. What is your name? Speak Yourself!”
The sentence conveyed by the person named Kim Namjoon was still ringing in Clara's mind, then he took sticky notes and began to copy the speech that was slapped by a man named Kim Namjoon, who was then taken, then he stuck it near the mirror, and smiled.
Clara stared at her reflection in the mirror, “What, though I was fat, my skin was dark, I was worthy of love and I would love myself. I will try,” he smiled still by looking at his reflection in the mirror.
