FRAT LINE|Year 2&3-KNJ✔️

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+MALIA+

I feel sick. Like I'm gonna throw up and pass out. Like I need medical assistance. Like I'm going to die. God, I'm so nervous. I don't even know why. We've made it this far. We must be doing something right. So why do I feel so scared about it? I wasn't even this nervous last year and it was my first time ever competing for regionals.

"Lia, you okay?" Taija asks as we stand off to the side.

The team on before us has just started their choreo and I've been shaking nervously since before then.

"I don't know. I've never been this scared about anything before."

"It's the nerves, girl. We're all feeling it. We're just jittery and anticipating a win."

"We'll be good, Lia." Kaia assures me. "With the choreo we have, we got this shit in the bag. These teams are good but they're not GT good."

"We worked hard for this just like we did last year and we took that damn trophy home. There's nothing to worry about. It's another w day." Camryn says as we watch the other team perform.

While she's not wrong in what she's saying, it doesn't help me very much at all. We did work just as hard as last year on this choreography, if not harder and we did take the trophy home.

The difference between this year and last year though, is my sprained wrist. I took my brace off before we left but packed it in my bag. I don't want any of them to worry for me about it. I can still properly execute the choreo without it.

My wrist feels fine anyway. It's just a little sore but nothing that some ibuprofen can't fix. I took two before we left and I feel pretty okay. As long as I don't put too much movement into it, I should be fine. I will be.

I will be just fine.

We watch the team before us finish their choreography and clap for them. It was really good and though they aren't our main source of competition in my book, they're still up there.

"Alright, ladies!" Coach Tammy shouts to us. "Y'all know what we came here for, you know what we came to do! Shake some tail, show out, let's take home this trophy, girls!"

Coach Netta claps for us as our school is announced. My nervousness must be visible given the way Camryn and Taija rub my back to console me.

"Just relax, Malia." Cam tells me. "You're captain for a reason."

Those words ring familiar and my face heats up at the memory. I should've called him. He's probably watching on the TV with the guys or they're all watching on their phones.

The girls and I get in formation and hold as we wait for the music to start.

Ugghh. Why didn't I call Namjoon? He'd have consoled me He always knows what to say. Or my mom. I didn't call her either. I just walked my nervous ass in here.

The music mix starts and I move on complete muscle memory.

It's so hot in here. These bright ass lights and all these people packed in here like sardines. Why don't they walk the hell out after they perform? Give the room a break. There's TVs in the hallway. Watch it form out there. It's cooler out there, too. Why do you need a front row seat to watch us whoop yo ass? Why?

As part of the choreo, I turn to face Kaia for a second before she switches with one of the freshman. Camryn and I back out, taking calculated steps as the formation fans out. It expands while we stay in sync for a composed structure.

From the judge's view, Camryn is on the left facing in, I'm on the right facing in. Taija is facing them with her back to us and opposite her on the far upper side is Kaia facing out toward the crowd.