(BTS FF) Ending Green

six*. ⋆scarred secrets

Riya's POV

"Okay," Seic says, walking me through the corridors to the practice room. "The backup dancers are here and ready to meet you."

"Already?" My eyes open a little wider, sleep replaced by shock. "It's only been two days since—"

"Since I said you would debut, I know—" He pats my shoulder. "but a week is only a week, and we don't even practice a full seven days when sleep is involved. We need to get on it." He pauses. "Unless you're having second thoughts?"

"No," I breathe out, my objective clear. "Let's meet them."

He grins, and with a wink, he pushes the door open to reveal a group of girls.

My heart leaps at the sight of girls closer to my age.

I blink, stepping closer. All eyes are on me, and although embarrassed, I quickly bow and greet them. As everyone bows, it gives me a moment to gather my thoughts. When I rise back up, I ask, "What are everyone's names?"

Everyone chants their names, some in unison, and awkward and new as it is, it's just as exciting. These are the dancers that I'll get to know, dancers that I'll perform on my debut stage with.

"Should we start the song?" Seic asks once we've all settled down.

I nod.

He quirks an eyebrow. "You're the K-pop artist here. Do we start the song or not? You're going to have to speak up."

I turn red but quickly comply.

"Music cue!" I command, and Seic nods in approval before the music begins.

"Oh, sorry." I bump into someone. "Sorry."

I glide into position, screaming inwardly.

Don't mess up, don't mess up. It's this or nothing.

I put my soul into my footwork, my arms relaying each move with ease. My fingers flit through the air, making melodies with the choreography, and the power I fold into them creates an intensely driven dance.

I feel a smile beginning to form on my face as it flows out of my body. Each dance move appears as if it was waiting to, lined up neatly and perfectly for their cue.

This is what I was made for. It has to be. It will be. It is.

Seic applauds, the rest of my management team doing the same. As it's ending, Cara bursts in.

She breaths heavily, a sign she's been running.

"I had another student, I'm so sorry I was late," she apologizes. "Did I miss it?"

Enthusiasm bubbles up in me, bursting forth with pride as I turn to the girls.

"Should we show Cara what she missed?" I ask excitedly.

They mirror my confidence and push out a resounding response of, "Hell yeah!"

When we finish, I'm bursting with pride as Cara's compliments don't cease.

I needed today.

It showed me I have a future to focus on, and not the fear that blindsides me day to day.

Perhaps my future and fear can co-exist.

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It's night, and my mind is racing, my body exhausted from the continual dancing. The distractions are evaporating, giving fear the space to rise to the surface. My anxiety wrecks me, and I'm left hunched against management's elevator.