#10p

local: templo das conciliações

"Nossa Senhora, me dê a mão, cuida do meu coraçãooo..." A voz áspera e desafinada continuava a entoar a canção. Maurício procurou o lugar mais parecido com uma capela para fazer suas promessas e entoar seus louvores, assim seria atendido e voltaria logo para casa. O perdido novato e iludido estava crente de que tinha batido a cabeça e estava em alguma espécie de alucinação...ou estava sendo testado pelo seu anjo da guarda. Bom, de qualquer forma, precisaria de bastante fé para retornar logo para casa e não perder o próximo treino. "Opa, já tô acabando aqui e depois tu pode vir rezar também" Gesticulou um sinal de calma, assim que escutou passos se aproximando e logo retomou a cantoria. "Da minha vidaaa, do meu destino...Peraê, volta aqui, acho que se tu cantar também, eu sou atendido mais rápido."

The Mighty World of Marvel #258 (Sept., 1977)

The Incredible Hulk #207 (Jan,, 1977)

Upon seeing the setlist, he had felt relieved to know that their performance was arranged by the staff to be last. There were some advantages to being the last unit to perform like being able to see all the performances without having to rush on stage; or, feeling the secondhand embarrassment from certain appeal segments. However, he knew himself best and he would be most likely be dreading his own segment, possibly changing what he had planned by the minute. 

He was honestly just hoping that he wouldn't blackout on stage. He had the bright idea to bring his polaroid camera from home to serve as the distraction he needed. The pictures would serve as mementos from the second concert he had performed in and he already had the perfect spot for them above his bed in their dorm. He didn’t take any pictures of himself, capturing his willing members as subjects and some faceless shots. 

He glanced over at his roommate, and now the leader of his performance unit. It seemed Seojin had dozed off after finishing getting his hair and makeup done. Somehow, his hair was still perfectly set but the position he had chosen couldn’t possibly be comfortable. He lifts the camera, glancing through the viewfinder to frame the sleeping man before pressing on the shutter button. The flash goes off, and he quickly rests the camera back down onto his lap when he notices Seojin shifting in his seat. Fuck. 

@lgcxcharlie

the beginning of the day had been fueled with adrenaline for her, which had quickly dwindled with each performance. she had been chosen as the leader and center for her group. she honestly didn’t know why she had been chosen, but she wasn’t going to waste time questioning the coaches’ decision. she didn’t have any experience in being a leader, and the coaches knew that. she was always one of the youngest in her training group, or would end up being last in rankings. 

she knew eventually she would have an opportunity, and several private performances seemed like the right fit for her. everyone in her group varied in skill, and there were some trainees that she hadn’t practiced with. but after listening to the song, she believed her group could embrace the challenge and at least have fun while performing.

the first two performances were the only ones she had dreaded. she had tried her best at not thinking about how she would feel performing in front of her classmates. she could be self-conscious, but she knew how to put on a brave face.

 in the end, the classrooms that her group performed in were filled with people she had seen in passing. it was one of the reasons she hated overthinking. the moments were rare, but that made the emotions feel stronger. she wonders if any of the members had noticed that she had been on edge when they arrived at the first location. no one had said anything, and she is thankful. she spots the older girl ahead and with a playful grin, she skips forward to catch up to her.