Take This Dance. {Markiplier x Reader}

Chapter Two:

Someone came around the door in front of me, carrying a notepad and one of those black microphones that rested gently upon someones head. They glanced at their notepad, maybe going through the written down names of the auditions that were to take place today. Their eyes stopped on one particular place on the pad, then quickly looked down the hall like they were looking for someone.

"Mark Fischbach and Emily Smith!" They raised their voice. Mark's head quickly perked up, looking at the person in the door frame.

"Yeah, that's us!" He said, standing up. He rushed towards the person, as did his partner.

"You guys are up," the person standing in the doorway placed their two fingers on the sides of the microphone piece, "And I need {F/N} {L/N} (first name, last name) on deck!"
As Mark and Emily disappeared onto the stage, I quickly rummaged through my bag. I took out a Bobby pin and placed one ever so gently into my mouth, using my teeth to grip onto it. I went back into my bag and pulled out my hairspray. I pressed down the nozzle near my head, spraying it all around my tightly fixed bun. I placed the hairspray back into my bag, and used my hands to slick down my baby hairs. I took the Bobby pin out of my mouth to fixate my remaining baby hairs.

After fixing my hair, I quickly sped walk to the deck of the stage. In the middle of the stage, there stood Mark and Emily waiting on the judges. This gave me a good spot for me to watch what they were like.

"So," said one judge, "Mark Fischbach and Emily Smith?"

"Yes, sir," Mark gulped, looking sternly at the the judges. The judges started to write something down on their notepads.

"Okay, whenever you two are ready," smiled the judge that talked before.

Both Mark and his partner nodded, getting into their starting positions. They stood apart from each other, about six feet, but they stood to face one another. It was silent for a moment, but soon the music blared through the obnoxious speakers. Once the music started, Mark slowly made his way to his partner, dragging his feet behind him but in a neatly matter. Mark gracefully raised his hand to the side, as his partner took his hand softly. He pressed his hand firmly against the back of her shoulder, holding his elbow high. They stayed in that position for a couple seconds, then Emily slowly raised her leg high into the air. She wrapped her leg around Mark's waist, as he dipped her. Mark quickly lifted her back up, as they looked at each other, practically noses touching. She unwrapped her leg from his waist, and in that split second she was spinning around. Mark caught her by her arm and pulled her closely to him, like in the starting position.

After that, they moved their legs rhythmically in unison, hitting every beat of the song. Mark turned his partner around, resting his hands on her hips. She looked at the judges intensely and slowly slid down to the floor. Mark dragged his hands up her arms, concentrating on the dance itself. As he grabbed onto her hands tightly, she kicked out one of her legs. She got up slowly, bending her back. Once she stood up, Mark spun her around to face him. Again, their faces almost touching. They began to move their legs with the song again, their shoes violently tapping on the wooden floor of the stage. Throughout this part, they never broke eye contact.

I watched them in amazement. It was like one of those situations where you just couldn't look away.

I glanced at the judges. They were whispering amongst themselves, while most of them were writing down into their notepads. I looked back at Mark and his partner. He turned his partner around to the judges, as she kicked out her leg to the side. The music suddenly stopped. Mark and his partner both looked at the judges, standing still. Their chests bopped up and down as they tried to catch some air. Their foreheads shined against the beaming stage light that was casted onto them. They waited for the judges to confirm if they were done.

The judges took a couple seconds to write down their final sentence. One of the judges looked up at Mark and his partner.

"Thank you," smiled the judge, "You may exit the stage at this time."

Mark gave the judge a quick nod, then him and his partner walked towards the door. They both brushed against my arm, my eyes still followed Mark. He glanced at me, then looked down at the ground, still walking towards the door to where his partner was. I glanced down at the ground then back towards the stage.

"{F/N} {L/N}?" Spoke one of the judges, "You may now walk onto the stage."