The plot of the story is purely fictitious, any similarity to the reality is purely coincidental.
There he stood, inside the renowned Made in D dance studio. The catch was, he was a complete novice when it came to dance. His sole reason for being there was the hope of catching a glimpse of YiBo, a favor he had begged Zheng Lei for, even against his strict refusal.
Despite his lack of dance knowledge, he found himself surrounded by talented dancers with extraordinary skills. They moved with an otherworldly grace, dancing like unleashed demons. Could the 'D' in Made in D stand for Demon? It was a mystery to him.
Undeterred by his lack of skill, the gracious dancers and choreographer attempted to train him. However, improvement eluded him. Determined to stay and see YiBo, he persevered, attempting to grasp the steps, but progress was slow.
Amidst the struggle, he managed to practice a few dance steps, only to forget the meticulously memorized sequences. The journey to see YiBo wasn't an easy one, but he was resolute to stay, trying, trying, and trying again, even if the improvement seemed distant.
The choreographer beckoned him for a chat, "Xiao Zhan, why are you here?"
The familiar question, and the answer, if honest, would be a lie. "I'm here to dance," he replied."If dancing is your goal, focus is key. It's not about memorizing steps, it's about making them a part of your muscle memory. Dance to the rhythm of the music," the choreographer advised. Xiao Zhan struggled to grasp the essence of the guidance.
Over the next twenty days, he dedicated himself to learning to dance. Despite his efforts, the elusive rhythm and flow remained distant. Anticipating YiBo's arrival for rehearsals, he persisted in trying his best. Despite being positioned at the very back, he harboured the constant fear of ruining the synchronized dance, unable to find his rhythm.
It's worth mentioning that the studio wasn't only dancing for YiBo but also for Ke ChunXi. Whenever the songs played, Xiao Zhan, who was good at singing, couldn't resist singing along. However, dancing was an entirely different story for him.
On the 10th of December, Ke ChunXi arrived for rehearsals, sparking Xiao Zhan's hope that YiBo might join too. To his delight, ChunXi remembered him.
"Ge, don't tell me you're a sasaeng," ChunXi teased, his outgoing and cheerful nature evident, a trait Xiao Zhan discovered during their time in Hengdian.
Smirking, Xiao Zhan responded playfully, "What do you think? Do I look like one?"
ChunXi squinted his eyes, assessing him. "With your face... hmm... no one would mistake you for a stalker."
Ke ChunXi may not have been a singer, but his dance moves were flawless. In just two days, he mastered every step effortlessly. In contrast, Xiao Zhan still moved like a bear in the forest, more focused on singing along than perfecting his dance steps.
"Ge, you should sing more, your voice is refined," Ke ChunXi complimented.
Thinking ChunXi was teasing him again, Xiao Zhan hesitated, only to hear ChunXi's manager, who had a habit of being blunt, chime in, "He's right. Maybe you should consider entering the industry as a singer instead of hopping around like a monkey on a leash."
An awkward "Oh" escaped Xiao Zhan as he processed the unexpected suggestion.
"You might not have the looks, but your talent is passable. FH Entertainment is holding auditions, give them a try," the manager said, handing over his card. Xiao Zhan nodded.
Perhaps I should give it a shot, but for now, my goal remains to see YiBo.
It was the 15th of December, Xiao Zhan was still struggling with his dance, and to his dismay, he learned that Wang YiBo wouldn't be coming to the studio. Instead, they would rehearse directly on the 19th on stage.
"Ge, I don't want to mess up the dance. I'll just help you, I don't think I can manage the dance routine," he admitted to the choreographer.
The choreographer stared at him for a moment. "I wish I could open your skull and implant a dance tip, but if you're not interested, there's not much I can do. Okay, we'll bring you on board as our helper. If I understand correctly, you're here just to see Wang YiBo, right? A fan of his?" he inquired.
Xiao Zhan responded with a smile, conveying the affirmative answer without uttering a word.
During his time with the dancers, the one skill Xiao Zhan acquired was English. Most of the dancers were from abroad, struggling with Mandarin, just as Xiao Zhan grappled with English fluency. Through their time in China, their Mandarin improved slightly, and in this language exchange, Xiao Zhan learned English from them, while teaching them Mandarin.
On the 19th of December, he joined them for rehearsal. The enormity of the stage left him wide-eyed with astonishment. Without an audience for the rehearsal, he couldn't fathom how many people would attend the actual event.
The space was occupied only by cameramen and staff. Though Wang YiBo's slot was at 3 pm, Ke ChunXi's rehearsal was scheduled for 1 pm, prompting them to arrive early. Ke ChunXi greeted Xiao Zhan and inquired about his plans.
"I haven't decided yet," Xiao Zhan replied.
"Ge, luck won't always be on our side. Seize this opportunity," Ke ChunXi advised, leaning in to whisper, "I was surprised when my manager suggested FH Entertainment for you. He won't always be so supportive, so make the most of this offer."
After the rehearsal with Ke ChunXi concluded, Xiao Zhan took a seat with the dancers, eagerly awaiting Wang YiBo's appearance.
And there he was, Wang YiBo, making an entrance in an elegant black jacket, ripped jeans, a bucket hat, and a disposable mask, exuding the aura of the king he is.
Finally, Xiao Zhan laid eyes on the star he had yearned to see, the one he tried to glimpse by parting the clouds. Wang YiBo's presence took his breath away.
As Ke ChunXi left the stage, he exchanged pleasantries with Wang YiBo. Their interaction exuded politeness, with Wang YiBo offering a warm smile. Xiao Zhan couldn't help but wonder why a newcomer like Ke ChunXi would perform in such a grand event, considering it was his debut series appearance. The question lingered, but lacking a clear answer, he chose to set it aside for the time being.
Before Xiao Zhan could approach Wang YiBo, the music started, and the steps that had been a challenge for him were executed sensually by Wang YiBo. The sight was so erotic, from the way he tugged at his sleeves to the rhythmic sway of his hips – a visual feast.
Even though it was the same routine Xiao Zhan had practised for over twenty days, when Wang YiBo performed it, the steps took on an entirely different, captivating allure.
The choreographer handed Xiao Zhan a water bottle, nudging him towards YiBo. Wang YiBo accepted the bottle, taking a sip. As Xiao Zhan observed closely, he noticed various tiny bruises on Wang YiBo's hands from IV drips, evoking a pang of pain in his heart.
Suppressing his emotions, Xiao Zhan smiled at YiBo, who returned the gesture. However, it was evident that Wang YiBo didn't recognize him – a fact reflected in the smile he received.
How could he expect otherwise? After all, Wang YiBo, a shining star, encounters countless admirers like him. Xiao Zhan, a mere mortal, gazes upward with a simple wish - to be etched in the memory of the star he so profoundly admires.
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I wish someone could translate all those unicode and zawgi zsww fan fictions, there are lots of fictions, it's a pity that those aren't in English.
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