Instead of walking home; he strides with heavy steps, back to the underground studio, the place his mother hates, the place he loves, to do what his mother hates, to do what he loves, to come back as her beloved son again, with a small aching in his heart.
"Ben! Where were you?! We need you to finish the routine! Whether you decide to do it well or not, today is the last day to rehearse before we go to the ring."
This whole day, he's been listening and listening, never a word or opinion for himself. And as much as he'd like to tell his mate to back off, his mother that he had dreams too, the old man that it's not that simple, he can't.
He can't and he won't try because he'd rather please everyone other than himself so there was only one who left disappointed.
"For the last dance-off, we have CL67 and team going against Backstreet Gang! Let the battle begin!"
Strutting, the cheers, the crowd, the chaos, the attention. Dance it off until you have drained it all. Dance until you forget. Dance as if it's your last -
"Ok! CL67's member Ben would like to leave a message,"
"Uhm thanks. I'm here because I won't be back, but I'll think back to the underground, I'll remember you all, this ride's been memorable~"
- because it is.
"I return as her obedient son, but I left a part of myself there. At least it stayed, because I couldn't."
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THE END
