He couldn’t have been more than five. Small, bright-eyed, dressed head-to-toe in a white and red outfit that looked like something out of a storybook.
When he walked onto the stage, he didn’t say a word—just waved sweetly at the crowd. The audience let out a collective “aww.” Even the judges couldn’t help but smile.
One of them leaned forward and asked, “And what’s your name, little one?”
He replied, softly but clearly: “I’m Luka. And I’m gonna dance.”
Cue the music.
And just like that, Luka turned into a spark of energy. He spun, kicked, tapped—mixing a traditional folk rhythm with adorable freestyle moves that had everyone clapping along. His timing was spot-on. His expression? Pure joy.
At one point, he even did a mini bow mid-routine—completely unscripted—and the audience erupted.
By the end, the entire theater was on their feet. Laughing, cheering, clapping. The judges were glowing. One said, “That was the happiest two minutes we’ve had all night.”
And Luka? He just giggled, ran up, and gave the host a big high-five.