Dancing To Our Love // Klance (COMPLETE)

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"Yes! Perfect! now turn left and look over- no left. That... isn't your left."

"Stand taller! You need to make yourself seem bigger than you are!"

"Hands by your side! Don't scowl at the camera, you're not trying to scare off the fans!"

"Yes, straighten you posture and smile! Don't be shy, you look amazing in this shot!"

They were then ushered to get changed. They were put in front of a green sheet.

"Stand closer to him! Don't be shy!"

"Sit on your heels, but don't let your knees tough the floor!"

"Take off those glasses, someone take those glasses!"

"Smile! Now don't."

"Look ahead!" 

"Don't flinch, you know there's going to be a flash!"

"Someone get me a new lense, this one in scratched!"

They were then put one by one at the green screen.

"Lovely, great expressions."

"Good! Try arch your back a little- perfect!"

"...why is he still scowling?"

"Good! Look ah- good."

Coffee Break!

Now back to pictures!

Have a little break!

Back to pictures!

Don't fill yourself, we can't afford bathroom stops!

See you tomorrow!

Welcome back!

Pictures! 

Coffee!

Pictures!

Coffee!

Bathroom! 

Pictures! 

Pictures!

PICTURES!

Keith was considering his past choices. He shouldn't have joined the band. Everything has been great until these studio shoots. Why were the people so mean? Why did they yell at you? Is that necessary?

Keith was just glad that was the last day. Coran said the next place would be the best out of all the destinations. At least Keith had that to look forward to...

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Keith was sleeping in the back of the bus. Everyone else had gone out to get drinks. Not alcohol, of course. Mainly fruit juice. Keith's earphones were playing soft songs to him, songs that gave him nostalgic sensations that helped lull him to sleep, or calm him down. The songs that his father would sing to him, that his father would teach him on piano and guitar and even the harmonica. But they were also the songs that made him cry, make him remember his parents' death and sometimes even made his chest tighten and made him struggle for breath. Unfortunately, that was just what was happening. Caused by previous events, Keith tended to hyperventilate at times. These attacks usually lasted a short time,only a few minutes. What didn't help was his respiratory condition which made him wheeze, cough and have trouble breathing.

Keith was now wide awake, on the floor as he gasped and coughed. He held himself on his hands and knees as drool began to slip out of his mouth. His right hand reached up to grasp his throat and squeeze. He tried to hold in tears, but it wasn't possible as he gasped, desperate for air, his tears began to fall. He was now sobbing too, one hand holding him up and the other wiping his face and grasping his throat.