Ignite

2. The Pit

It was around 3:15 in the afternoon. After the long several hours of dancing, sweating, and stressing, you finally were released along with everyone else who made it to the next stage of the audition. You all gathered your belongings in preparation to make whatever haul it would take to get to the destination in which you and several others were still going to decide– or Sasha was going to decide, for that matter.

Although the auditions embraced their ending, the pressure and anxiousness hadn't. It was hard to keep yourself to process that you still would be having to wait, but at the same time, you were shocked to hear that the results would be out so soon without need for a real callback. There must have been some sort of circumstance to why this may have been their way of deciding. They couldn't be wrong, after all, PIBC has known what they've been doing for about a century now; they must have trained their eyes and learned a possibly more efficient way of doing it. Whatever the matter may be, you trusted their judgment.

There you stood outside the studio doors, along with Connie, Sasha, Hitch, Marco, Jean, Mikasa, Eren, and the blonde which you've yet to learn the name of. Your heart still raced out of nerves, and the mind which inhabited your being made its attempt to gain fortitude as it attempted to calm itself and regain its natural pacing.

"Ah man, I can't decide where I want to eat at. I'm really leaning towards Red Robin, but service is just way too slow there," Sasha contemplated. "Anyone else got any ideas?"

Connie patted the girl's back, "Sasha, I will gladly not go to Red Robin, if that makes you feel any better."

"I'd have to second that one, Sash." you break. "Something wacky is always going on in there, like when there was that one girl who was unconscious in the bathroom stall."

"Yeah, you're right, I guess," she confessed with a dissatisfied sigh.

It was hard to know what the best move was to make: this was a decent sized group, and it wasn't quite the evening time yet. You pushed your brain to think of something to help out your friend, but your mind was already preoccupied by the anxiousness that had built up throughout the day.

As the others were thinking of ideas, and you made your great attempt too, you all stood together in the mass of the nine of you. Hitch read off some restaurants that were close to the current location you all resided, then came to an obstacle when she felt tonight should be more of a 'loud night.'

"You know, get to know each other more, no restrictions on topics, no restrictions on volume, no restrictions on—"

"So, Waffle House?" Connie interrupted her.

He wasn't wrong, Waffle House wouldn't be all too worried about those things. They were always open no matter the conditions of the world around it, so it would somewhat be the ideal place for a large group that had at least two complete idiots, not counting yourself. Also, their food wasn't the worst that the world has seen.

"That's true, and they've also got free entertainment there," Sasha was at this point connected to the same level as Connie. "Personally, I think it is a way more exciting version of the WWE."

"You have a point," you said, contemplating the option. If that were the choice made, you just had to hope you didn't end up in the crossfire of whatever fight would break out that day.

"Yeah, I don't think that can really be an option," Mikasa said, looking at the other two of her friends. "Eren got banned from there because he..." She stopped when he saw that the brunette was now glaring at her.

The blonde with the blue eyes thankfully was able to recover her words in a way. "Oh, he was a part of one of the, uh, 'entertainment acts' and is no longer allowed in there."