Luda really wasn't sure, how she'd been convinced to dye her hair bright pink, specifically doing it herself. She hadn't bleached it too long ago, so it only made sense to go wild, as they'd been requested to, right? And dyes like these faded out over time, so maybe, until the actual performance, it would get at least a little bit softer. Not that there were all too many days left, though... But there she stood, dressed for the occasion, dye in hand. Bleaching... dyeing... these things, sometimes, required a more experienced hand than ones own. Luda learned this the hard way.
After washing the dye out, she couldn't wait for the result and reached for the blow dryer. Her face must have looked awfully comical as she stared at her hair in the mirror.
“Oh no, oh no no no, why is this ORANGE?” the girl almost screeched and fell into a short panic. After the first shock however, it was good for a laugh or too. She giggled at her own inability to follow simple instructions, but eventually figured bright orange would go well for a futuristic theme. Plus orange and blue worked well together, colour theory and all, right?
Going back to practise, she felt like there was a sign screaming “LOOK AT ME!” over her head. She tried to hide her hair under beanies when she was outside and with her hoodie when inside, whenever possible. The prior was easy enough, facing the cold temperatures, but the hood fell off her head regularly.
Jeju was beautiful and if she'd ever been there before, it must've been as a child, leaving her with no memory of the island either way. Under any other circumstances, she would've loved to visit everything – literally everything – but there was barely any time left until the performance day, so Luda spent as much time practising as she could. However she'd learned from previous mistakes and went to sleep a couple hours earlier. The next day she felt nervous just as she'd done before, but a lot more well rested and the dizziness didn't came back (yet) either, which was a huge relieve. At least she did something right. The rehearsals went well enough, to calm down at least a smidgeon, which was something after all. Her hair colour didn't bother her much either anymore and D-Day arrived fast.
She couldn't say she was sure how she felt about the dress, but the golden robes were quite her style. In that they hid her from the audience and that was much appreciated. Luda tried to turn her brain off, to do instead of over think. She strut to her position, just as she was supposed to. Her hands were shaking and she could hear her heartbeat. Trying to breath slowly seemed impossible until her heart almost skipped a beat as she almost missed the beat to throw her robe off and pose. Because of that she felt as though her move didn't have quite enough energy to it. Before she was able to think about this any further – yay to not over thinking her performance while on stage – she already found herself next to Hyunjin at the centre. Doing it over and over and over again, the choreography came naturally and she felt calmer than during the rehearsal. Her expression fit the atmosphere and she might even have felt comfortable. It reminded her of the joy she'd felt during mga performances and why she'd signed to be a trainee to begin with. Not even a minute passed and she was gone from the forefront, adrenaline running wild. The rest of the performance felt like a haze and while she may have neither the experience as her seniors, nor the skills of the dancers in the company, shown in how her moves were less energetic, less definite, she felt happy. And proud.
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