Wooyoung, a 17 year old, has a lot on his plate and struggles to deal with to fathom the complicated idea of falling in love.
San seems to have everything under control. He has a loving family, good friends and is happy with life. Except for the fa...
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WOOYOUNG
Stares. Cold, hard, penetrating stares. That's all Wooyoung could feel at that moment. He knew it was all in his head. But his head wasn't something he could easily escape. Staring at the reflection of the other dancers in the mirror, hearing their feet swipe across the floor in rhythmic manners and watching facial expressions change didn't help Wooyoung.
"You land like a fucking whale."
He pursed his lips, eyes following their dance instructor carefully.
"Those movements are so weak."
He tried to focus more on his body dynamics, changing from one move to the other and letting it flow smoothly.
"You're such a waste of space and oxygen."
Wooyoung's poured his heart and soul into the last few minutes of the choreo and soon the music stopped. He was completely out of breath, chest heaving as he looked around to see everyone in the same position as him. No one was even looking his way to criticise him. He placed his hand on his forehead, staring blankly at the floor. It's all in his head. The voices are all in his head.
"Alright everyone!", Bada called out.
Wooyoung looked up.
"We're nearing the winter break. And so there is going to be a competition. Don't worry it's in school. The arts department have decided to hold this competition, after all, dance is a form of art. Since there are six dance classes, we'll be selecting five from each class to compete. I'll have you know, you'll be performing in the main hall in front of the school. The selected competitors will be free to make up their own choreography, with which ever style works for them, be it hip hop, jazz or whatever. In addition, there will be two competitions. First set of winners will be decided by the teachers watching. Second set will be decided by the professionals from bigger companies watching. I and the other teachers will choose the students. Until then, keep up the good work."
With that information, she left the class, giving them the chance to slump to the floor. Yeosang practically crawled to Wooyoung.
"A dance competition? With the whole school watching?", Yeosang breathed, "I don't think I can do that."
"Well it's not up to us to choose, is it?", Minho inputted, "I guess you can give up your place. But to have professionals watching you? Hell, the winner may even be given a place to train at the company."
