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white face paint, red lipstick, two bunches in her hair. eva was as ready as she'd ever be for this performance. she stood to the side of the stage, frequently glancing out at the people in the crowd. the girl and her team had worked long and hard on this performance, and the night before eva had nearly pulled out her hair with the thought of should she get the dance wrong. a shout of her name brought her out of her thoughts, and she smiled at the reporter who dashed her way.

"ah! eva-ssi!" the reporter grinned as the two bowed at each other. "just the person i wanted to find. you see, we were just wondering about your take on today. how are you feeling? are you nervous at all?"

if the question took the girl off guard, it didn't show, the girl quickly finding her words and smiling brightly. "ah. i've been extremely lucky to have such a fantastic team for this task. we worked together well and i think we should do well in the task today." the second question caught her lightly off guard and she thought about if for a moment before replying. "well... i haven't been on stage for quite a while now, so whilst i'm not too worried about my dance skills... i'm slightly nervous about being back onstage. i also really don't want to let my team down, but i'll do my best." another slight bow and off went the reporter to find her next victim.

to say that eva was nervous was an understatement. as the team of three stood waiting to go on stage, eva, for a short moment, was sure she was going to pass out. when the team was finally called upon, she sent a quick smile to her team members before stepping out onto the stage. as eva stepped out into the spotlight, the anxiety she had felt about going on stage again simply fell away.

the music started and eva smirked. she knew the choreography like the back of her hand. she could probably do this dance in her sleep, no problem. the adrenaline began to kick in almost immediately and she threw herself into the performance.

her moves were graceful, fluid and disciplined, in a way that 18 years of dancing brings about. the choreography was fast paced and rather difficult but eva kept up with the other two males easily. the paint on her face was slightly distracting, especially when she began to sweat, however, she tried to pay it no mind.

eva was in her element. the stage was where she belonged, where she fit in. to say she was ecstatic to be back onstage was the understatement of the century. as the performance came to a close, she threw everything she had into the last part of the dance, her muscles screaming at her to stop. as the music finished, it took all of her willpower for her to not drag her teammates into a hug, so she settled for a beaming smile, almost jumping up and down due to the adrenaline.