𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑲𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑪 | katseye 7th member

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 1. three

everyday it's getting harder. i think i've gotten way too comfortable. now that we've gone public there's only twelve weeks left. or maybe i won't even get to be here for the full twelve weeks.

my train of thought was interrupted by a high pitch voice in the kitchen. "they released it!" megan screamed. i walked out of my room to go see "the art film?" i asked. "yes, come look!" daniela pulled me over. "three hundred-ninety six views already.." sophia counted. "oh ninety nine now!"

"oh my gosh this is SURREAL.." i covered my face with my hands. "wait, let me go grab my phone." marquise said. "i think they're posting this on instagram as well." lara thought. "yeah that's probably why maki went to go get her phone." adelá replied.

"i'm back!" marquise waved her phone in the air. "they already posted it on instagram." emily told her. "somebody said my pronunciation is decent!" lara celebrated. "oh yeah, i saw that." sophia laughed.

"wait.. aww that's so nice." i mumbled. i had saw a comment that read 'y/n is an amazing rapper, she needs to debut.'

since we were in a paid partnership with samsung, we were given 16 phones to use, which meant if we didn't have a samsung, we couldn't show it on camera. "hey, when you're done with the phone, marquise, can i use it?" i asked her. "yeah, sure!"

"wait, what do you guys think they're posting tomorrow?" sophia asked. "uhh..." i trailed off. "probably the other half of the art film." lara said. i looked around at all the others watching the art film, and scrolling on their phones, probably stalking the instagram.

just then, i felt a tap on my shoulder. "i'm done using the phone, here you go." marquise handed it to me. "thank you!" i thanked her. i walked away from our big group out into the hallway and sat down. i scrolled and read each one of comments.

"y/n is so ugly, her rap isn't saving her either."
"how did she even make it to the finalists?"
"there's no way, they must've rigged her in."
"i guess we've found our dozen!"

i tried not to tear up. i sat there, scrolling through the endless amount of comments contemplating if i was even worth being in this show.

༝༚༝༚ ༝༚༝༚ ༝༚༝༚ ༝༚༝༚ ༝༚༝༚ ༝༚༝༚ ༝༚༝༚ ༝༚༝༚ ༝༚༝༚ ༝༚༝༚ ༝༚༝༚ ༝༚༝༚ ༝༚༝༚ ༝༚༝༚

my ranking at the end of t&d was 21st. aka, last place. after all the hate comments and the pressure of doing my best, i just felt stressed. mission 1 filming is today, and we're currently on the set. my group number is pink venom.

i feel like i really have to prove to people that i can dance, as it's my weakest skill. but im really worried about this performance because i have a feeling like this could make the public dislike me even more.

we were gathered on the set for our pink venom group number and we all had pink in our outfits. my outfit was a black a-symmetrical top with gloves, and bootcut pink jeans. i also wore black chunky boots.

"oh my gosh, you're so tall!" emily said to adelá, who was here to cheer us on. "because they put us in chunky shoes." adelá stated, smirking. "we all look so cutesy!" i smiled. we ran around the room for a few minutes, while the crew set up.

"guys i'm actually so nervous right now." megan spoke up. "noo, don't be nervous girl, just stay.. calm. i believe in you!" daniela affirmed. "i'm nervicited!" i jumped up and down. the girls laughed at my play on words of nervous and excited. its my favorite word.