*6am*
Your alarm clock hums for several seconds before you realise and slap it off, stretching your arms above your head and letting out a gentle yawn. Today is the big day.Nerves bubble up inside you and you begin to anticipate how your day will go and the life concenquences it will have for you.
"Yoona !!" You hear your mother call from down stairs when she realises it's been three minutes and your not out of bed yet. You groan. You hate early mornings. You grudge out of bed and take a refreshing shower, blow drying your hair and whipping it into a messy bun. It's half six by the time you get downstairs. Your mother has cereal and fruit laid out for you. You frown at the platter . "Granola and fruit? Where are the cocoa pops ?"
Your mother sucks her teeth and frowns at you . "Big day , healthy breakfast!" , you roll your eyes. "Yoona I know you think this is easy but I need you to take this seriously, this could change your whole life!"
You have always been doubtful of yourself and introverted, the majority of you feels like you are just wasting your time. However deep down, a part of you belies you may have a chance if you just put all your heart into your performance. And that's what you plan on doing.
"I'll be in the car!" Your mother shouts as you hear the door slam . You quickly finish your breakfast and hurry upstairs to brush your teeth. Looking at yourself in the mirror you examine. Your skin is clear and you don't look tired which surprises you. You whisk stray hairs off you face. Your mother thinks the horn. "You can do this" you whisper to yourself and hurry outside to the car.
The car ride to Beverly Manor studios is usually long , but knowing what awaits you at the end of the car trip speeds the journey by ten. You feel nerves bubbling in your stomach and you pray for them to stop. You hear the gravel cackle under the car tires as you pull up. The crowd of girls who like you are here for the audition grouped around the entrance to the large studio taunts you. Your mother brushes your chin gently . "Good luck Yoona ,just call me when you need collecting ok?" She smiles. You nod and try to muster a smile but your too weak with nerves.
Stepping out of the car you feel like everyone is staring at you. Most look as your one of the last to arrive, but they soon return to their chatter.You que in the back by yourself, holding your ID card to your chest . 'Yoona, aged 20 , multi dancer' . Scenarios play out in your head of you tripping or forgetting the choreography. You were asked to prepare two choreographed pieces. You chose "The truth untold" as your own choreographed piece and "DNA" as your pre choreographed piece.
You hear the heavy doors unbolting and the group begins moving into the studio in groups of five. Half an hour later your next in line. You see the five before you exiting beside you. Some are crying and some are scolding themselves for "messing up" . The guard signals you to enter and calls "next five , next five please." , you walk slowly in through the doors. This is it. The moment you have been waiting for your whole life.
*Sorry for such a Short chapter 😂 chapter two will be better❣️*
YOU ARE READING
The exchange//SMUT WARNING
FanfictionYoona is a dance student in America who is lucky enough to win a scholarship to BIGHIT dance company in Seoul.Here she meets the members of bts and things go...off the beaten track
