Freak Show

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My breath hitched as I looked at the panel of judges and they look at me with their intimidating gaze.

"Wh-what do you mean, sir? I only signed up for singing," I said as I looked at them nervously.

"Listen dear, I find talent. Not that I'm saying you don't have talent, but as a gymnast myself, your body proportions and the way you walk to that stage makes me think you're a sheep in wolf's clothing," the woman beside the man in the middle spoke.

"But I'm not forcing you, it's your choice," she says as she leans back on her seat.

The eyes from the audience were still glued to me, a lump formed in my throat as I couldn't get my reply out straight.

Maybe if I could use those skills, I could atleast win.

"F-fine, but I stopped when I was 15, I hope you understand that," I told them.

"Dear, the stage is yours. Whatever talent you have, it's accepted here in Flare, professional or not," she said and gave me a warm smile.

Brrrrr

I swiftly turned my head to the back, a balancing beam was being carried by two men, and they slowly placed it down.

"You can start whenever you're ready," the woman smiled before holding her clipboard tightly.

My lips trembled, the audience still had their eyes on me and the panel of judges were waiting for my answer.

I gripped the microphone that was in my hand, closing my eyes as my legs shook at how nervous I was.

And I let go of the microphone.

I turned my body, and I exhaled deeply as I took my jacket off. I was glad I wore black leggings and a tight shirt under my jacket. I glanced at the judges before giving them a nod, standing infront of the balancing beam.

I've been a gymnast since I was 8-years old. But I stopped abruptly when I turned 15 due to my parents and their financial problems. So ot may have made my body a tad bit stiff and hard.

I placed my hands on the beam and I closed my eyes as I surprisingly lifted myself off the ground, my body doing a handstand as I lifted myself off thw ground.

The audience was shocked, a loud gasp from them as my eyes widened. For a gymnast, you're supposed to have a diet to maintain your balance and weight, but I stopped ever since I was a child.

I let my legs fall infront of me, before doing a bridge-position, then I slowly stood up on the beam, balancing myself.

The panel smiled, looking at me with contented faces before writing something on their clipboards.

I heaved a deep breath, slowly exhaling before lifting my right leg up, stretching it until it ended up on midair, and I leaned to my other leg supporting me on the beam, and the audience applauded.

BRING BRING!

"Your time is up Ms. Ahn, you may stop now. I might say I'm impressed, I'll see from the board if you surpass our expectations," he said as he looked at me.

I slowly got off the beam, and looked at them from the stage before bowing, walking to the exit.

"You were amazing! No one has ever auditioned something spectacular like that!" The usher said as he guided me to the exit.

"Don't get your hopes up, I'm doing this for the sake of my family," I sighed deeply, before walking out of the theatre and walking to the bus stop before sitting myself on there.

I pull out my phone before unlocking it and scrolling it in the contacts, pressung on my mother's profile before ringing her.

"Hello?" She said through the phone.

"Mom, are you at the hospital, right now?" I asked her, the cold air of Seoul whisking around the passerbys.

"I'm here, you should come, and do you have money for the bus?" She asks me.

"I do, but if we're really short in money at the moment, I'll just walk," I tell her and the line goes silent before a crack interrupts.

"It's okay, just take the bus since it's far away from here, take care," she spoke.

"Okay mom, you too," I reply and I waited for the line to hang up before shutting my phone down.

I sigh deeply, before I heard the sound of footsteps getting more and more audible, I swiftly turn my head to the left before my eyes met a pair of brown ones.

"Hello, Ms. Ahn, are you waiting for the bus?" The person asks.

"Hello, yes... I'm waiting for the bus," I reply quietly before looking at the man.

"I'm not sure if you could be accepted, but let's hope for the best. Do you want me to give you a ride?" He asks as he looks at me, a soft smile plastered on his face.

"Oh, it's... it's okay, mister... mister..?" I respond as I look at him.

"I'm Bang Chan, and I hope you have a great day Ms. Ahn," he smiled before tipping his hat turning his heel before heading towards the parking lot.

I exhaled deeply, and my eyes caught the bus that just stopped infront of me, I quickly stood up and waited for the doors to open before stepping inside, giving the last of my sweet money to the driver before finding a seat, plopping myself beside the window.

The bus began moving, and I closed my eyes as my muscles relaxed, letting me be as the stuffy events of that competition left me.

After a few minutes, the bus stopped, and I slowly opened my eyes that I was now infront of the hospital and I gathered my stuff before hopping  off the bus, my eyes brightened at the tall structure before looking at the entrance.

SEOUL MENTAL HOSPITAL

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(UNEDITED)

A/N:

Vote or be haunted for life

Anyway, fyi I don't do gymnastics I have a pot belly tummy to take care of so if I'm wrong about that info tell me nicely lol