#bejordan

sua doesn't know much about photography, and the only real knowledge she has with cameras is her webcam when she used to stream with facecam. it's been a while since that too, but not as long as a handheld camera that she holds in her hand now.

seira watched majority of the first episode. she watched her parts, and then skimmed through the rest, she still wasn’t sure if that was good or not. it’s still in her head how they called her “unladylike” she’s still not very satisfied with that. she mostly just wanted to see the people’s she’s up against. there was surprisingly a few familiar faces, but due to how she just skimmed through majority of the show, there was a lot of contestants she didn’t see before they actually met in the practice room. jordan though, she remembered.

she sits with a sheet of paper in her hands, the lyrics written down on it. she’s confident in the rap part, but the singing part? not so much. she looks up from the paper, a sigh escaping her lips, when she spots the familiar face. she’s not sure if jordan knows her, but seira knows him, and she liked how he sang beyonce, he can sing. so she’s quick to get up and walk over to the other, “jordan?” she gives a smile. “are you busy?”.

right?

there was an open seat at one of the table's and tae grabbed it for himself just as the current performance finished up. it didn't take long before someone snagged the seat next to him. he hadn't planned on saying anything until their eyes met and there was a slightly moment. one he covered with a smile and a slight bow of his head. "are you performing in the talent show? or have you already performed?" a good as opening as any.

"i just arrived a bit ago."