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"And your last musician is," his heart was at its limit by now; he was on the edge of his seat as he waited. "Min Yoongi-with a score of 82! Congratulations, come on out Yoongi!" His eyes widened.
Did-did the presenter just call out his name? Frozen in shock, he missed his name being called out again.
"Yoongi! You got through! What are you doing? Go!" The pink haired male cried―yes, there were actually tears in Jin's eyes. He snapped out of his thoughts though, and rushed out onto the stage, still surprised by the fact that he'd actually gotten through.
After what he'd heard from those people in the audience and Namjoon, he'd really believed he wouldn't have a chance at the finals.
He was happy; even if he had scored the lowest from the others, he'd beaten countless others. That was enough for him-for now.
This competition had been difficult to begin with, so he hadn't been expecting an exceptional score-but he was not fully satisfied, either. He planned to do better at the finals; he was going to win that trip at all costs. Yoongi wouldn't let the chance slip from his hands.
"Congratulations to all seven of you for making through to the finals! But!" The presenter interjected abruptly, startling him.
God, where the hell did they find such a peppy presenter from?
"This is only the beginning! The real competition starts at this very moment-so allow me to run through your task." The presenter looked down as he flipped over his cue card, then turned his attention back to the contestants. "The judges have decided to do something a little different this year―just to spice things up a little!" He paused. "Instead of composing three pieces, you will all be producing two. That's not all though, of course! This year, we're going to have you partner up with a dancer-of your choice, don't worry," the presenter chuckled lightly, "-accompany you to support your performance!"
What?
A dancer, accompanying him? But he didn't need one! He was perfectly fine performing on his own; the last thing he needed was some dancer to come and ruin his work. The black haired male couldn't understand the judging panel, it made no sense.
What would a dancer have anything to do with a music competition?
"Now, I know what you all must be thinking-but, I assure you, this addition will provide you with a great advantage in the future, if you so aspire to have a musical career."
