When North meet South

~22. Seriously, Marcus?~

~01.12.2023.~

Author's pov:

*The next morning arrived with the promise of another eventful day. The ensemble awoke to the gentle morning light filtering through their curtains, bringing a sense of calm before the storm of rehearsals and the upcoming final performance. The routine of getting ready began, as each member prepared for the day ahead.*

Andrea: (to Ana) Did you ever think we'd be here, getting ready for the finals?

Ana: (smiling) Not in my wildest dreams. But here we are.

*The morning routine unfolded, with laughter echoing through the hotel rooms as the ensemble members dressed up in their attire. The anticipation for the day ahead lingered in the air.*

*In the hotel's dining area, the ensemble gathered for breakfast. The mood was a mix of excitement and focus, with occasional glances exchanged, acknowledging the gravity of the day.*

Daniel: (looking at friends) Ready for the final run-throughs?

Ana: (nervously) As ready as I'll ever be.

Alexandar: As always.

*Breakfast became a communal affair, with conversations blending into shared moments of quiet contemplation. The ensemble cherished these moments of togetherness before the intensity of the day kicked in.*

*As the morning progressed, the ensemble made their way to the arena for the final preparations. The venue buzzed with activity as various ensembles prepared to showcase their best. In the midst of the hustle and bustle, Marcus and Martinus were spotted on the stage, fine-tuning their performance.*

Marcus: (looking at Martinus) You seemed quite taken with one of the ensemble members yesterday.

Martinus: (nonchalantly) Oh, you mean Teodora? Nah, she's just a fan.

Marcus: (raising an eyebrow) Just a fan? You were practically mesmerized.

Martinus: (shrugging) She's a good dancer, that's all.

Marcus: (smirking) You sure about that?

Martinus: (defensively) Positive. Let's focus on our own performance.

*The conversation between the Gunnarsen twins faded into the background as the ensemble took their positions for the final run-through. The professors and choreographers provided guidance, ensuring that every move and note resonated perfectly. As the final rehearsal concluded, the ensemble huddled together, a mix of nerves and excitement pulsating through the group. The realization that they were day away from representing Serbia on an international stage again intensified the emotions.*

*In the midst of the backstage chaos, Marcus approached Martinus once again, a knowing look in his eyes.*

Marcus: (teasingly) You can't fool me, bro. You're into her.

Martinus: (rolling his eyes) Seriously, Marcus?

Marcus: (smiling) You're blushing just talking about her.

Martinus: (sighing) Fine, maybe I find her interesting.

Marcus: Interesting or fascinating?

Martinus: (pausing) Okay, maybe a bit fascinating.

Marcus: (grinning) I knew it.

*As the banter continued between the Gunnarsen twins, the stage was set for the grand finale.*