"Oi, G," I heard a deep voice in my in-ear, "Can you hear me? Listen to me," the same voice again. It wasn't even distracting me.
I kept singing, my legs giving out on me, but I swayed a little from side to side, trying to make it look like they weren't. Like everything was okay.
"Get off stage," again, someone from backstage trying to talk to me. I couldn't recognize the voice. "You don't have to do this. I talked to management, you can stop now."
I don't care, I thought. It's just this part of the song then I'll be done.
"Jiyong-ah," this time, there was another voice, and it spoke in Korean. Something about me not having to worry, and that I could get hurt if I didn't stop now.
One more time, I didn't listen. I went on and on, mic to my mouth and feet moving from one place to the other, trying to keep myself up.
Even when I couldn't really breathe. Even when I was sweating and my vision was blurry. Just ten seconds, I told myself. You can do it.
And I made it. The instrumental transitioned to Seunghyun's part, and I could finally walk backstage and get a sip of water.
But the second I stepped behind the wing's curtain, everything went black.
Pitch black.
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Practice room 7
FanfictionIn a universe where all idols train at the same elite performing arts school, One Direction transfers in for a "special collaboration semester." Rivalries, competitions, and forbidden dorm parties ensue.
