"Rise and shine." Manager Kim came in, flipping the light switch on. It was so bright I can feel the glare even with my eyes closed. "Come here, let me feel your forehead." He puts his hand on my burning hot forehead.
"I feel like death." I mumbled.
"Your voice sounds very different." He says to me.
"I know-" I coughed.
"You're not getting any better. You still look great though."
"Wow-" I coughed again. "Thanks. I can't breathe through my nose. My ears feel clotted."
"Your eyes are really red." He stands up. "I should've never woke you up."
"I would've been more mad if you didn't." I tried to get out of the bed.
"Woah- where do you think you're going?" He stops me.
"To get changed? I have to perform today. The results are going to be released."
"Oh no. You're not going anywhere."
"Why? You already delayed the results a week because I'm sick, you can't delay it anymore."
"Yes I can."
"No you can't. The fans are gonna get very mad at you."
"What if something happens to you. Who will be responsible?"
"Fine." I didn't want to argue.
"I'll delay it for one more week. Get some rest."
Meanwhile...
[Christina]
"We're going to delay it for one more week." Manager Kim says. "No questions asked."
"Why does he keep delaying it?" Alina asked.
"Oh well, more time for us to practice then." Cerlina shrugged.
"You better nail your 9 performances." Alina tells Cerlina.
"I'll try my best." Cerlina smiles.
"Wow thanks for your support guys." I rolled my eyes.
"Good luck to you too!!!" Alina and Cerlina threw their arms around me.
"I wonder if Wendy is free?" Cerlina asked.
"Doubt she is." I pouted. "She hasn't even step foot in this room."
"It's so sad. I heard she recently got an offer to model bags and Manager Kim accepted." I said.
"Woahh." Cerlina and Alina gasped.
"Too bad we get kicked out when we try to visit her." Alina mumbled.
"Oh well. See ya later. I'm going to go practice." I threw my gym shoes in my duffle and zipped it up.
••••••
"Wendy!!" I immediately hugged her.
"Christina!!" She tries to imitate me.
"Your voice sounds different." I commented. "Are you sick?"
"A little." She shrugs it off. "I'm okay though. Don't worry." She smiles.
"It's time to perform soon. Are you nervous?"
"Nervous about the performance or the results?"
"Are you nervous for both?" She nods.
"Are you?" She asked me. I nodded. She then smiles at me again. "Good luck."
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I Believe
FanfictionRevising & Fixing "Let go." I cried. "You're hurting me." He didn't do anything but his tighten his grip. "Princess, I'm protecting you." He smirked and pushed me to the bed with his strength. "Don't.. Please.." *********************************...
