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Shit.

Stopping at a red light, Wong Yukhei steadied his balance on his bike with a long leg, and reached for his phone. He glanced at the time.

Shit on a stick, I'm gonna be so late.

He hadn't counted on his parents' refusal to take him to the audition as punishment for not finishing his homework. In his opinion, he was going to finish it anyway so why did it matter when? And couldn't they see that this was way more important?

The venue was so far away that he'd had to ride his bike in between bus transfers. Then traffic got so bad that he figured it would be faster to just bike the rest of the way.

According to his phone's GPS, he had only 25 more minutes to go. But he'd be getting there right before they wrapped up. Not to mention, he definitely missed the turn assigned to him (#82) when he checked in online this morning... He'd made sure to pre-register months long in advance, but what good was that now?

He ruffled his hair in frustration before suddenly catching himself.

He quickly smoothed his hair back into place and checked his reflection on his phone before zipping it back up in his pocket. Whatever. Nothing else mattered now and worrying would only slow him down.

He gripped the handlebars of his bike with renewed determination and leaned forward. In his mind he was now a world-renown cyclist, poised at the starting line of the Tour de France after months of rigorous training, ready to claim his moment of glory. The traffic light would be his start signal.

From his peripheral, he saw the stoplight for the crossing traffic turn to yellow, then red. He focused on the light ahead of him, readying his foot on the pedal.

Just a couple more seconds...

Green!

He flew through the traffic, pedaling furiously.

I'm gonna get first place!

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Whew...

I made it.

Yukhei caught his breath, taking a moment to wipe the sweat from his brow. Wasting no time, he continued hurriedly along the hall, following the various signs that pointed toward the audition place.

When he finally arrived, he saw that the waiting area was completely deserted. Panicking slightly, he ran up to the door labelled with a pink sign that said "Audition Room" and peered through the glass windows.

Good, there were still people inside. And from the setup, it looked like there was an audition currently going on. Some girl with long curly hair was standing in front of what seemed to be a panel of judges, her back facing him.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 08, 2019 ⏰

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