"I'm going to be late!!" I think to myself of how terrible an impression it would be if I were to be the last person to arrive for try-outs.
"I never do this." I think aloud. I've never been one to be late. On today of all days, why did I have to miss my alarm?
I check my watch and see the time, I have an hour to get ready and be at the studio. I scurry around my room and find a nice, black long sleeve and my favorite skinny jeans. I throw on my converses and a beanie and run out of the house. I run to to bus stop and wait, what seems forever, until they finally come to a stop in front of me. I pay the bus fare and sit in the last row, watching my phone, reminding myself of the dances I have been rehearsing for almost 4 months.
"I have one shot at this. It's now or never." I keep telling myself.
After 25 minutes I arrive to the studio. The line is longer than I anticipated. At least I am not last, I chuckle to myself. I got here with exactly 8 minutes to spare, what luck! I wait in line for what seems like an eternity. It's finally my turn. I am so nervous. I wipe my hands on my jeans and walk into the room.
"What is your name?" The instructor asks me.
"Lee Felix", I reply shyly.
"Mr. Felix, what have you prepared for us today?"
I anxiously reply with, "I have choreographed my own take on the dance for Fireworks by Ateez."
"Begin when you are ready", one person says condescendingly.
I take a deep breath, and begin my try out. I feel relieved and feel like I am in Heaven, dancing on stage, showing my talent, doing the biggest thing I've ever done before. I finish my dance with a small sigh of relief. "It's over" I think to myself.
"Thank you" says one instructor.
Another one, claps and stands up. "Amazing!"
I am in disbelief. They liked it. I shyly smile and say "thank you". It was at that moment one instructor stands up and hands me a card. He reaches out to shake my hand, and congratulates me. I slow jog off of the stage. Suddenly, as I am running off of the stage, I bump into one of the other auditions. I briefly look and apologize. In that quick glance, I swear I have seen an angel. He was an amazingly handsome man. I only seen him for a second, but he had the most amazing brown hair and perfect jawline. How can someone be that perfect? After a second, I recollect my thoughts and go outside to call my mom and tell her the news. I then make my journey back home.
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