After being able to speak to her dad, even through the phone, Jamie would have never believed that she’d end up crying. Especially not when she had an all-day schedule to commit too. It was now the end of the day, and Jamie found herself aimlessly wandering the halls of the company bulding’s many floors. It was late and the girl was under the impression that no one was around. Eventually she allowed herself to sit herself down against a wall, sobbing loudly until she’d believed to hear footsteps somewhere near. Quickly, she stifled her sobs for a moment, hoping to hide her presence for the time being.

Spending half her day in the studio, Jamie had continuously ran the same routine, knit picking each move down to the bone. There she was, dancing silently to the counts in her head, one last time before deciding to run it with the music (which was quite rare). However, as she’d been popping her hip to the last beat, she noticed a peculiar sight through her peripheral, turning around to face the person in a single, fluid motion. “Are you okay?”

Upon meeting her destination, Jamie hopped out casually, nearly falling at the nervousness taking control of her body. A voice from within begged a coordi noona to appear out of the blue, dragging her off towards a makeshift makeup bar, but her desires were never fulfilled. Instead, busy crew members continued to bee-line their way across the site, rushing to get their job done. Slowly, feeling overwhelmed on her own, Jamie began to back up in an attempt to stay out of the way. As she did so, the girl ended up doing just that, colliding into another solid figure with the built of a young man. “I’m so sorry!” She ushered out clumsily, looking up frantically to see whom she was apologizing. “O-oh! You’re–!” Jamie could only stutter helplessly up at the other, unable to form a sentence of any kind.

Each morning Jamie wakes up, her muscle memory puts her into gear, steering her off onto the same, daily routine. As soon as she steps foot into the MK building, the girl heads up to the dance room to warm up both her mind and her body. To her surprise, just as she’s approaching the room, she hears a familiar tune, causing her to peek in at whomever occupied the space. Smirking as she recognized the figure, she skipped over beside the other, imitating their choreography (rather poorly) until her presence was noticed.

She paced back and forth the hall of the MK floor until locking eyes with a familiar face. A look of excitement overcame her face as she ran towards them with a shout. “Hey! Hi! Remember that one time I did that thing for you but told you don’t worry about it? Now’s the time to worry; I need your help!” Jamie stopped before the other, giving them a wink and a wide smile. “So, what do ya’ say?”