Mark My Words - 이민형

Chapter 7- Audition

We were back at our seats, waiting for the boys to come on stage. Apparently there had been a 10-minute delay because Johnny's shirt tore when it got caught onto something. I looked to my left and saw Lee Soo Man, sitting about 4 seats away. All the seats in this row were empty except for the ones filled by me, Emma, and SM. Another one would soon be filled by BangChan. 

As suddenly as possible, a loud instrumental started playing. I looked towards Emma for help.

"They're doing their first mini-album. This is the last song on it. They performed Switch before the break. It's the mad city intro. OMGOMGOMG!", she explained, knowledgeably.

"Hmm, Mad city. Sounds dope, eh!"

"It's Mark, Taeyong and Jaehyun, BRENT! IT'S A RAP SONG AND MARKYONG SNAPPED!", she exclaimed excitedly.

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Once the song ended, I felt a wave of mixed emotions. Sure, the rapping was damn good. Like, too fast for my poor, weak and fragile soul. But Jaehyun's vocals were seriously underrated. He never said that he was that good a singer. I felt that the vocals in Mad City were at par with the raps.

I saw Mark walk towards the front staircase. "Must be about to wave to the fans.", I thought.

*SNAP*

A loud 'snap' sound flooded the stadium and all the lights went out, including the lightsticks. I expected people to panic and create chaos. But all I heard was silence.

"Nobody's gonna panic, Brent. Knowing NCT, everybody knows that they're about to pull off something really awesome.", said Emma.

Suddenly, I felt someone grab my hand in the dark.

"Brent, is that you?"

"Mark, what are you doing down here?"

"Come with me!", he whispered and pulled me off my seat.

I let him take me wherever until I felt stairs under my feet.

"Mark Lee, where the fuck are you taking me?"

"Shut up and come!"

I trusted him, so I did as he asked. Once we were on top of the stairs, I heard Jaehyun's voice.

"Brent! Do you need the lyrics or you have them memorized?"

"Lyrics to what?", I yelled at him.

"Eyes, Nose, Lips!", he replied calmly.

"Why would you ask me that?", I yelled again, as Jaehyun's words made more sense each second.

"You're gonna audition, right here, right now! Now tell me, do you need the lyrics or not?"

"I don't, and you are so fucking dead after this concert, Jaehyun! SO FUCKING DEAD!"

"I don't mind!", he giggled like a 6-year-old.

I felt 2 hands grab me and take me somewhere. One of them took my hand and placed it on the mic stand which was apparently in front of me. Earpieces were carefully put into my ears.

Somebody grabbed my face, gave my lips a huge pec and said, "I love you! Now snatch their wigs & make me proud!"

Before I could say anything, Mark switched on the mic and walked away.

*SNAP*

A loud 'snap' sound flooded the stadium once again as the biggest spotlight was turned on and directly pointed at me. Jaehyun had really thought this through. I couldn't see anybody or anything except the mic in front of me. My brain saw no reason to panic.