Go For It | A Park Jimin Fanfiction

Chapter 2: On A Scale Of 1-10, Rank Me

As Monday rolled around, I found myself starting to become more and more panicked. I thought I was going to die at the audition, but now I have to face the music and be the outcast. It's going to be as if I'm a blobfish in a sea full of pink dolphins; Ugly and definitely not as interesting. But yet, here I am, preparing for my inevitable doom. May I also add that I am not a morning person, so on top of all this anxiety I'm also exhausted.

Since my alarm clock busted, I made sure to pick up a new one over the weekend. I set it to go off at 4:30 AM, giving me two full hours to get ready and travel to the building. Waking up to the blasting sound of my new alarm, I unwillingly push myself out of bed and stumble to the bathroom. Unlike most people, I opt for cold showers in the morning. Nothing like an adrenaline rush immediately after waking up, am I right? I make my cleansing ritual quick, and change into my required outfit; Loose fitting top, compression shorts, leather-soled shoes, and a gym bag packed with an alternative outfit and travel sized toiletries. After getting everything around and looking presentable, I check to see that I still have an hour left. Breakfast is a no go, it's way too early to eat.

Yeah, that sounds like a great idea. Eat and then throw up on your first day of classes.

The trip to the Big Hit Entertainment building wasn't eventful. I took the subway close to my small apartment and got off three blocks away from my destination. The only people up this early were those with business jobs or those with a long commute ahead of them. So, all in all, my morning was peaceful and uneventful.

As I entered the main entrance of Big Hit's building, I noticed how unfittingly full it seemed. The fluorescent lights were blinding compared to the breaking dawn of outside, and the building was full of unnecessary noise. Trainees and employees were everywhere, excited for the arrival of newcomers. Unfortunately, that meant me. I'm a new comer. I'm going to be the hot topic of gossip for the next few days.

Ugh.

But hey, at least the glances I'm receiving this morning aren't harsh like the ones I got on auditions day.

I walk into the foyer and past the front desk. There's a semi hidden hallway behind the receptionist area, which holds a wall of five elevators. As I press a button calling for one of the elevators, I quickly recheck my email which states what dance class I was put into and its location.

Advanced-Contemporary, 6th floor, Room 618.

I hear the chime of an elevator arrive, which opens to allow a flood of people to escape. Making my way through the crowd, I got onto the elevator with much needed effort. Only a few others got on along side me. I press the button for the 6th floor, and was pleased that the ride up was only stopped twice to let off my fellow passengers.

As soon as I exited onto the 6th floor, more eyes were on me. The hallways were similar to that of a high school's, minus the lockers. The floors were tiled, and matched the cool beige of the walls. Everything here seemed to be beige, except for the random artworks obviously throw onto the walls in hope of bringing some color into the building. I read the sign posted next to the elevator.

<- Rooms 600-630

-> Rooms 631-660

Okay, cool, that tells me where my class will be but where are the locker rooms? I attempt to casually roam the hallway, trying my best not to look lost or frightened. I heard giggles from the groups of people, watching me try to find my way around. At this moment, I'm glad that I didn't eat breakfast and that I'm a half hour early. I have time to kill, so I have no reason to panic.

Yet.

After walking the hallways of the 6th floor a total of three times, someone from one of the onlooking groups found the courage to talk to me.