The Gayest Idol

Our Per-FAIL-mence

I grinded my teeth in frustration, as I dug my hands in our jewelry bag. "Hey, are you gonna pick a ring or something?" JB asked, waiting for me to hand him the bag. "Oh, yeah..," I said, picking a cube-like ring, and sliding it onto my finger. It was SUPER loose, but I didn't really want to ask JB for the bag (he seemed pissed off, from waiting too long) to get a new ring. "Whatever," I muttered. I looked over to my left, where Jr. and Bambam stared down at their phones. I looked up at the clock on the wall. We were performing in two minutes. My fingers felt loose and wet, a feeling I felt before performing songs or dances. "C'mon, we should get going," Mark said, as he walked pass me. I stood up, and followed him. All of us, walked in a line, moving towards a small stage. "Next up is GOT7," a voice called. We all walked onto stage. I nervously waddled onto stage, staying between Mark and Yugyeom. "Our experiences on stage and as a trainee....," JB said. I drowned out the rest of his introduction, nervous to death. I scanned the room, afraid to keep eye contact on only one person. A boy with a boxy face, and chinky eyes, stared boredly, at the stage. I felt someone's eyes burn on me, and turned to see who it was. It was the pretty girl from earlier. Her gaze made me blush. I felt someone nudge me. It was Mark. Why is he nudging me? I thought, annoyed. I tried to trace back where the girl was. Maybe, I would be able to become a straight person again...I thought. But I had lost her. She was on the left, I repeated to myself scanning the left. "YoungJae! YoungJae!" one of the trainee girls' chanted. Is she crazy? I thought, embarrassed to death. "OPPA!!" she continued crying. Her face was filled with distress and confusion. This woman is crazy! I thought. "OPPA!!" her last cry brought me together. I heard the weird silence..I noticed the shining lights of the stage. I finally heard another sound. "Youngjae?" it was JB. He was holding the mic, looking over at me with a grin. "Ah, it seems he blacked out," JB said, with a chuckle. "HUH?" I cried, trying to sound surprised. JB smiled awkwardly at me, and walked towards me. "What was the hardest thing about being a trainee?" JB asked, as he handed me the mic. "Oh," I said, trying to think what to say. "Sorry guys," I blurted. I blushed a bright red, and tried to laugh naturally into the mic. Instead, it turned into the strangest sound. A man with a headphone walked towards JB, whispering a few words. JB nodded, and I watched, quietly. JB reached over to me, with his hand out. I put the mic into his hand, nervous to death. "Uh, We're just going to skip the introduction, and show our performance," JB said, as the man with a headphone scurried back into the stage. I huffed, as the lights turned off. "What happened?" I heard Mark ask me, as I hustled over to my position. What DID happen? I thought. Whatever, just focus now.. As the music slowly blasted on, I counted to twenty. For twenty seconds JB and Bambam will do a dance move, I thought. 17, 18,19, 20! I jumped up, and the lights flew onto me. And for the rest of the time, I flowed with the music and everyone else. It all went well for the rest of the time, until the end. It was our speciality. Martial Arts Tricking. Mark was going to do a flip, and get pushed over me. But as I bent down, I saw the GIRL. I was about to bend down, and not get distracted by her. But as I bent down, Mark already flung, and crashed into me. We were both sent toppling to the floor. I could barely see now. It was all blurry, and all I could see was a fuzzy bright light. "Mark! Youngjae!" I heard someone call. I heard rushing footsteps, and someone dialing some number. I heard the gasp of the other trainees. I continued to see nothing, but a fuzzy bright light. Oh.. I thought. If I'm dying, kill me now. I ruined all of us...