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Dae-hyun gasped heavily as he practiced dancing, sweat dripping down his face. "[color=20B2AA]Teacher, can I [i]please[/i] take a break? I've been practicing for three hours now.[/color]" He slowed down as he spoke, staring at his teacher with a pleading look in his eyes. His teacher barked a laugh, asking, “[color=9966CC]Do you want to die? Evals are coming up soon, and you never know when you’re going to be chosen to perform for them. This is very, very, [i]very[/i] important, Dae-hyun.[/color]” As she spoke, her heart softened a bit and she sighed eventually. “[color=9966CC]Alright, you can take a break. Thirty minutes, okay? Get some water, your sweat is all over your face.[/color]” 

The man sighed in relief, shakily making his way towards the table with refreshments on it. He poured himself a cup of water, noticing some of the other trainees. As he sipped on the drink, letting it revive his tired muscles, he wondered what it would be like to be part of this group. Would his members be nice, or would they be rude? How long would they last, as a group? He noticed that one was playing a game of some sort, and two others were training just as he was. Were they speaking Mandarin?

"[color=9966CC]Alright, Dae-hyun! Your thirty minutes is up, back at it![/color]" With a silent sigh, the man walked back towards his teacher and began to dance once again. It felt invigorating to be doing something he enjoyed, with a company that was known for making the best of the best K-pop groups. He picked up his pace, singing to himself under his breath. “[color=9966CC][i]Yah![/i] No singing to yourself! They might knock-off points for that, or they could kick you out![/color]” Dae-hyun winced, muttering an apology as he continued to dance. 

Eventually, the intercom kicked in, and he heard the general manager tell everyone to take a seat around the stage. Dae-hyun grabbed a paper-towel and wiped his face, clearing his throat. He hoped he didn't reek of sweat as he sat down, a bit farther away from the others than he would have liked. His eyes were now glued to the stage, excitement making his heart race faster, combined with the amount of moving he'd just done. This was it, he thought to himself, his lips twitching into a smile. His mind wandered for a moment, and upon hearing his name fall from the general manager's lips, he snapped back to reality. "[color=20B2AA]I'm here, Taeyung-nim.[/color]" he answered, heat creeping into his cheeks as he realized that he probably shouldn't have spoken out of term. 

Dae-hyun sank a bit lower into his seat, even though his posture was relaxed. He was slowly starting to feel nervous, almost anxious. He cast glances at the other trainees, wondering if they were as nervous as he was. His gaze traveled over to his teacher's, who was standing at the far left of the wall. She gave a tiny wave and a smile of encouragement. Giving him a double thumbs-up, she mouthed "[color=9966CC]Fighting![/color]" He grinned, now returning to his normal position with a straight posture. His fingers linked themselves together as he began to grow more comfortable, telling himself that everything was going to be okay.

The room was full of other trainees, just like him. They were all hoping for a spot, each hoping to make their family proud. He turned his gaze back to the stage once more, his ears perking as the general manager called out the first trainee to perform. "[color=1E90FF]Kang Hansuel! Please come up on stage![/color]" Dae-hyun leaned forward slightly in his seat, watching the lights dim low enough to where she could, probably, only see the main people. As the man bit his lip, he waited eagerly for his turn to come up, wanting to make everyone proud.