june was finally coming to a close, and dawon was determined to end it on a positive note.
while it could easily be considered the worst month sheâs had in years, given just how low sheâs felt from start to finish, dawon didnât want to abandon hope. hope is whatâs gotten her this far, and hope is the only reason that she continued to persevere. the hope that, one day, sheâd make it through this, even if that felt like a far and distant future.
preparations for the evals had gone smoothly, or at least, theyâd gone smoothly for dawon. sheâd taken a backseat while a few of the other trainees had been hard at work, deciding how the entire performance was going to go. wendy was in charge of line distribution, and sheâd taken it upon herself to make dawon the main vocalist. it was ideal, though a part of dawon had felt apprehensive. was she even capable of being the main vocalist right now? after all, sheâs been an emotional wreck for the majority of the monthâbut her newfound determination to not let the team down would have to get her through.
almost all of her free time was dedicated to familiarizing herself with the choreography. she had needed a bit of help learning it at firstâhelp which, to dawonâs relief, min was eager to provide. from there, it had taken hardly any time at all for dawon to get the idea of thingsâthe choreography wasnât especially difficult to learn, and the training she's received at nova thus far should help to execute it decently. while it was obvious that she wouldnât be the most impressive dancer on the stage, she could only hope that she wouldnât be the worst, either.
the music begins as sheâs crouched on the ground, and it almost feels like the calm before the storm. could something go wrong? she has no time for doubt, however, not nowânow was the time for action, and sheâs determined to make it through this monthâs evaluation without any problems like sheâd faced last month. the fact that sheâd actually gotten to practice this time around served to ease her nerves somewhat, but not entirely.
when itâs finally her time to sing, dawon tries to ignore the audience, hoping that sheâll manage to let go and live in the moment. sheâs reminiscing about a happier time in her lifeâa time when she sang because it was funâbecause it was something that she enjoyedâbecause it was something that she loved to do rather than something she felt obligated to do. things were so much simpler then, and she wasnât burdened with even half of the fears that she faced now. if only those times hadnât ended what felt like an eternity ago.
for the first time in a quite some time, her lips manage to form a genuine smile throughout the entirety of the performance. sheâs not entirely sure where this new optimism stems from, but sheâll be the last one to complain. maybe sheâs starting to realize that she was actually capable of making it through this chapter of her life, no matter how difficult it had proved to be up to this point. while her struggles may be far from over, somehow, things were beginning to feel a little easier to bear.
was it even possible to return to the way things used to be? before yoo jiaeâbefore taehaâbefore the accidentâbefore the loss of her grandfather? would she ever be able to perform freely, unburdened by the sins of her past, again? only time will tell, but, for now, she has to believe that itâs possible. she has to believe that things will get easier. sheâs tired of being driven by tragedy. sheâs tired of allowing it to define everything that she is. sheâs tired of feeling like sheâs nothing more than what her past has forced her to be.
if i can live through this, i can do anything. itâs something that junyeong recently said to her, a lyric from a song that he enjoys. junyeongâs seemed rather persistent in helping dawon forgive herself for her past lately, and with good reason; every low mood can ultimately be linked to her past rather than her present or future. but was it possible for dawon to forgive herself for something so terrible that she felt she was responsible for? in her mind, she had ruined junyeongâs lifeâso why was he still trying so hard to improve hers?
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she wants nothing more than to keep moving forward, so why has she always felt the need to look back? was there something in her past that was preventing her from moving on? her past is what made her who she is, she knowsâshe doesnât want to forget it, she just wishes that she could make peace with it. while the solution wasnât going to come overnight, she finds herself yearning to move onâyearning to find that same happiness that had helped her to discover her dream of becoming a singer in the first place, before itâs too late.
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sheâs spent so much time wanting to succeed for others that sheâs forgotten what itâs like to want to succeed for herself. itâs not that she wants to stop drawing strength from others, but more so that she wants to remember what itâs like to believe in herself, too. maybe thatâs something that she could work on and eventually learn to do with time; after all, anything is possible, and it felt like a goal that was worth achieving.
sheâs wanted this for so long, yet somehow dawon had lost sight of her dream as she became obsessed with the idea of redeeming herself for her past actions. she had forgotten that this was something that she wanted to do rather than something that she had to do. but, now, dawon was beginning to realize all of the hard work that sheâs put forth to get where she is now, and she knows that her younger self would be proud of just how far sheâs managed to come.
and, for the first time in a long time, dawon felt like things might be okay.
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âi remember those daysâ the male chuckle as he scroll through old pictures that were saved on his laptop. recently his phone had ran out of storage space and it was time to make room. he doesnât delete anything, every memory he had was a precious one. a memory that he would keep forever; even if it was a bad one. pressing down on the mouse he continue to look through the old photos. these photos went as far back as to when giriboy wasnât even a name yet. those time were rough for him but he mange to push through and of course giriboy became this big name rapper in the underground
rough time brought him the biggest support system he had ever had. a support system that he never really forgot but just push to the side. how is she is doing? are you still in school? howâs your family? what was she up to? those were some of many question he wanted to ask her. why did it take so long to realize that he needed to catch up with this person? thatâs something heâs still trying to figure out. the bright screen flashes his face as his fingers hovers over the keyboard.
message ! hi, miss me? delete
message ! is this still my number one fan? delete
message ! hello, naeun?
message ! you didnât change your number did you?Â
The girls looking beautiful in their costumes even though the red hair wig with the green leaves was a little bit irritable but Minhee will have to manage at least they are secured. The bonus about being poison ivy at least she gets show off her lovely figure which spends time at the gym to create this masterpiece. The older female hugged her girls before going to sit down on the chair in position until Saerom gets up from her chair and clown trap music starts to play then she proceeds to dance her little heart out completely freestyle manner just like they rehearsed. While Minhee & Naeun use their acting skills to look annoyed at each other watching the other dance like it wasnât part of the plan. The two females get up to grab the crazy little dancer with the audio made comic sounding voices telling her off and making her sit back down in her chair while the girls go back to her seating so the real show could begin....
The sexy poses to the beat of the song as the original choreography then Naeun opens up singing the song in her lovely voice while Minhee followed along keeping to the choreography. The first chorus came along starting off with Saerom follow by Minhee singing with harmonizing together at the bad girls' part to give it more oomph. It didnât take long for Minhee go into poison ivy mode as she uses her charisma to ooze the sexiness of this character she playing in this performance even though those lyrics pretty much sums up Minheeâs do in day to day life, she does work rigorously for success and love innocently maybe she is bad girl after all. The choreography of this part made her giggle so many times in practice when she goes to pretend to kiss Saerom in the routine since she is poison ivy and poison kisses are her weapon plus it is noted in research there are people who put Harley & Ivy together as a power couple so it felt right. Thankfully, she did not giggle but she smiles instead to repress the instinct to giggle instead. The main dance is very simple so it wasnât very difficult to learn so she didnât struggle but she did love spinning around in a circle like some comic book superhero changing into a costume which she found very cute. The main thing she kept in her mind was to have fun with it and embrace the role she was playing being cheeky even little daring too.
When Minhee was watching the performance videos of Katie Lee she noticed that she tends to flirt and play with the camera so she decided to learn from this yet instead she would flirt with the coaches during the performance plus be playful with the girls who she performing alongside and let be honest it was pretty fun to do. This is her version of messing about but it is all for the performance to give it that little something special. Minhee does admire Katie Lee as an artist and thatâs why she tends to cover her songs in evaluations but she isnât sure she would thrive as well under her company so she is glad to be part of the sphere family instead.Â
( sms: siyoung â¤ď¸ ) hey you!! i got news.. i don't know if i should tell you in person or not. but i got signed to nova~ ( sms: siyoung â¤ď¸ ) i'm sorry i didn't tell you earlier ago! i hope you're doing well, siyoung-ah. ( sms: siyoung â¤ď¸ ) i miss you really.
message ! what?!message ! omg congratulations !!!!! message ! can we celebrate ?!message ! dinner or lunch will be on me message ! but i miss you tooâŚ.
itâs agonising how the heat is so immense that sheâs dying to get out of the yongsan already. she doesnât know what sheâs doing there but a trip around the city didnât seem too bad. this part of the city, she didnât mind but sometimes people were round and loved to shove around without saying an excuse me. unfortunately for her, she bumps into someone but this could be an opportunity for her to pass out one of the flyers out of her reach. âhi um..â she doesnât know how to start but she does it anyways, hand out a flyer. âi know this is weird but can you please take one? you can toss it after, i just need to get rid of them. thank you!â
It was strange how people came a-flocking even when the heat was unbearable. They pushed their way forward, without much mercy to people shorter and weaker to themselves. It annoyed Kang Joon despite his height and his strenght to fight against the consistent pushing. And when someone bumped into him, he almost snapped.When he saw the face of a female, he held himself back from losing his temper and listened to what she had to tell him. Her request even though she just run into him was pretty eyebrow raising, but he took the flyer anyway without many words. He nodded at her and mumbled. âThank you and good luck.â Probably they would see each other again sooner than she might expect, since trainees of all companies tended to work together eventually. Until then he wished her all the best for her training.Â
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manicured fingers tapped the slim glass that held her champagne, her dark eyes scanning the ballroomâs floor as she stood off to the side trying her best not to engage in a lengthy conversation with just about anyone there. although chaeyeon had moved out and was completely independent of her family, she continued to attend the philanthropic galas and auctions her family participated in. her parents always required it due to maintaining the familyâs image and all, which basically was what she was only there for: an image. she didn't mind it, after all there was the free food, the free drinks and the fact that the event might help someone or something in need out there. what she hated, however, was how long and tedious these things dragged out to be and also, no doubt, she hated talking to the people there. they'd always ask her the same things and tell her the same things to the point where sheâd get so annoyed, her faux smile would begin to fade. it was entirely monotonous.
as soon as she spotted naeun, her eyes lit up and she breathed a sigh of relief. at least thereâs someone here she can talk to. waltzing over to her friend, chaeyeon managed to place her now-empty champagne glass on a passing serverâs silver tray, while her relief became evident on her features in the form of a beam. â naeun! â she reached out to gently hug her friend in greeting, before swiftly pulling away. her voice was slightly hushed as to avoid any eavesdropping, but her genuine smile remained intact. " oh thank gosh youâre here naeun, how are you holding up? â a groan. â i hate how boring these things are. â
The sun was hot, even for the early morning, and Yuta had to wipe the sweat from his brow as the song came to an end. No matter how much Yuta liked Raehwanâs song, in the rising heat, it was slightly less fun to endure from beginning to end. His fingers pressing to his sleeve, noticing some of the smudge that lingered on the fabric and rolling it up into itself. After a few hours, people switched from energised to trying their best to appear energised. Not that that stopped Yuta from exhaling a laugh as he jogged lightly to pick up the bottles of water from the stand, TRC label on them and glanced over to offer a smile at his fellow trainees. Soccer taught him to conserve energy and endure; he liked to think he was good at that.
Condensation dripping, a cold chill at his fingertips as he turned around, searching for someone who made eye contact with him; a girl being the first. His eyes curving, grinning broadening as he hid any discomfort. Heâd managed to perform with a broken arm, he could smile through the heat and sweat. A gentle bow at his waist as he came up to her, holding out the bottle of water and then nodding as he urged it. âIt must be hot out here watching! You should drink plenty of water!â Yuta happily chirped, almost hoping that she wouldnât brush him off for one of the more well known trainees. Itâs not that it hurt his pride that no one knew his name; he would make them know his name. But they could at least give him a chance.
how long more until this is over with? she looks at the heavy stacks of papers in her hand, unenthusiastically roaming around the city to give out whoever to who that passes by (but not just like that because decency has to remain in the air even if it seems thin and loose). âhello!â she doesnât know how to reach out to the other girl, whoâs seemingly tall as well but she comes with a friendly smile. âso i have this mission.. to hand out flyers, would you like to take one?â she doesnât shove it out to the girlâs face but merely takes it out where itâs all folded, just in case if she was interested.
sheâs not even surprised anymore when sheâs suddenly stopped on the streets, or when she spots a stack of flyers within their hands, eager to give them away to anyone willing to take one. nana almost wants to look straight ahead, to ignore the girl in order to get to her destination on time, but thereâs something about the otherâs demeanor that causes her to stop, causes her to listen to what she has to say ( even though sheâs heard many variations within the past month alone. ) and yet nana still grins at the girl, still takes from her hands because years ago she could relate to her struggle, remembers how awful it was to pass out flyers in this type of heat. flashing a smile at the girl, she nods and takes the paper from her, not bothering to look at what company it belongs to as she replies, âsure. oh, and congratulations on your contract, by the way, and good luck!â