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(` -- lifts a brow at her uneasiness ; ) Should I? (` -- asks this with no hint of superiority or whatsoever, just a plain question with the desire to know the answer, since he feels like he's seen her somewhere, but couldn't pinpoint where ; )

(` - seventeen year old Hwan Hui kept on pacing back and forth, shadowing herself from the crowd of guys, chatting their anxiety away, and girls who busied themselves looking at the mirror and fixing their make ups; ) ... (` - a sigh escapes her lips, her pacing ends up with a too-tired-to-function legs, though it wasn't enough to stop her. The air inside the room began to feel thick and hard to breathe. (but it's probably just her and her nervousness) Hwan Hui stepped outside the building, feeling relieved, as if the tension she had felt was left behind inside. Five minutes before they start calling in. The number she got is one of the first batch to audition, thankfully, but not all the same. She wanted to get it over with. She wanted to have more time to prepare. Contradicting thoughts and emotions flooded her. She heaved another sigh, rubbing circles on her temple, focus not on where she is heading, causing her to run into a figure who seems to be in a hurry, for the impact to her body had much force that it caused her to stagger back and almost fall; )