It was dead silent after the manager left the room. It was uncomfortable, almost suffocating, but no one made an attempt to lighten up the atmosphere. Instead, everyone stared at one another, trying to read each other's thoughts.
They were just told that they were going to be performing one of their older songs in addition to their comeback song for the concert, after agonizing hours of practicing. One moved quietly into the shadows, as he had done ever since he were selected to be in the group. One continued to practice, trying not to think about how silent it became. The rest either stood in place or sat down, tired from their intricate choreography.
Just as the silence became almost unbearable, one member spoke up,
"Who wants to take his lines?"