ā yoom! hey!ā the reason sheās out and about today is to share with the world the news of kt entertainment, but itās still nice that she gets to meet with some familiar faces along the way. Ā getting to see yoorim after her elimination on the mgas is both a blessing and a curse Ā - Ā part of her still feels a little guilty for passing through where so many didnāt make it, but the larger part of her is just happy to see the girl after such a long time. Ā ā iām out delivering flyers for kt entertainment. Ā would you like one?ā
aisha is a bit startled to hear her nickname in the crowd of people, eyebrows scrunching in confusion as she turns on her heel. she relaxes at the familiar face, her lips pulling into a smile as she waves with her fingers, her other hand hoisting the strap of her bag higher. "hey unnie."
she blinks at her quietly, head tilting as she nods and accepts the flyer. "yeah of course. thanks! and wow congratulations," the white of her teeth peek out in her smile as she beams at sihyeon. "good luck! let's catch up sometime?"
ā yoomie!
ā i got your gifts!!!
ā i donāt know what to say, iām so touchedć ć ć ć ć ć ć
ā thank you so much
ā oppa will work harder and eat well! it feels like all of my worries are washed away by you
ā why am i talking so much? ( message deleted )
ā gosh, youāre the bestĀ ( message deleted )
ā letās meet soon! i still have yet to give you your presents :(
< to: bino >
āļø : iām so glad you enjoyed them! ^^
āļø : hehe not saying anything is okay, just enjoy it! iām happy.
āļø : good! :>
āļø : letās meet up when you have the free time hm?
finally catching up to yoorim, sia heaves a sigh with a small smile hanging from her lips.Ā Ā ā iām glad i caught you.Ā itās been so long since we last saw each other, i wanted at least to say hello.ā she mumbles quietly, standing up straight and tucking some of her hair behind an ear.Ā Ā ā i thought you would have come with changbinnie, though? you didnāt?ā surprise colours her voiceĀ -Ā for some reason, now that sheās seen them together, it seems as if she canāt see one without the other.Ā maybe itās because changbinās crush is super obvious, but itās odd for her to see the pair separated.
ā i came with a friend.ā sia chirps happily, looking around the crowd.Ā Ā ā she ran off for a minute, but sheāll be back.Ā i just saw you, so i figured it would be okay to come and say hello.ā she pauses for a moment, shifting her weight until sheās standing up straighter.Ā Ā ā mmm, we just came to walk around.Ā but i think weāre going to play a game or something before we leave.ā
āiām glad you caught me too,ā she smiles, tone genuine as she nods in agreement. and her blinks are slow, processing as she takes in sihyeonās words. and she assumes the sudden, slight warmth to her cheeks is the fact that people are crowding around-- yeah, that has to be it. one hand goes to one cheek anyway, cupping it as she blinks a few times, caught off guard by the innocent assumption.Ā āah-- no, uhm, i didnāt come with him-- i think he probably is around here somewhere though--ā she laughs gently,Ā āiāll probably catch up with him later.ā
āah, i see! i am extra glad you found me now,ā aisha beams,Ā āi can keep you company for a little bit.ā she nods, readjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder as her free hand taps idly against her thigh.Ā āoh, that sounds like fun! which game were you thinking of? would you mind if i joined you?ā
thereās a lot of people in the crowd today, and sia feels like perhaps she should have expected it.Ā as much as she tries to get over her fears of crowds, of throngs of people that feel like they could smother her until she chokes, sheās not really so sure thatās something that sheāll ever be able to fully recover from.Ā and thatās okay that her fear is there, but whatās important is that she stays in checkĀ -Ā that she stays the one in power.Ā Ā
right now, to do that, she needs a familiar face.Ā and thereās one that just so happens to put herself right in siaās view, almost unexpectedlyĀ -Ā but thatās completely fine by her.Ā yoorim is a pleasant surprise in a sea of unknowns, and she breathes in relief, smiles just to see her.Ā Ā ā yoorim!ā she calls out, hoping the girl can hear her over the murmur of the crowd.Ā Ā ā long time no seeĀ -Ā who are you here with?ā
aisha is having a good time. sheās successfully pissed off at least two random game elitist dudes after beating them in injustice ( just for the fun of it - she didnāt have the attention span to have entered into any of the tournaments ), and she figured she would take a break before coming back to play some more- and this is what sheās found herself doing to kill time before she must leave for work.
she blinks, her platforms thunking to a stop as she first hears the shout of her name before the familiar figure enters her field of vision-- heads straight towards her. and she smiles immediately upon noticing who it was exactly, hand giving a small wave as she strides forward to meet her half way.Ā āhi unnie-- long time no see,ā she agrees,Ā āiām glad i ran into you. iām here alone-- just wandering around a bit,ā she admits.Ā āhow about you? did you come to play?ā
she's never been particularly fond of summer ( despite all the lace and skirts she could show off ). the heat always got to her-- so she much preferred to stay inside ( she also hated water - so the pool was not an option ).
but today... today feels like an exception.
the air isn't too stifling, the buzzing of the cicadas are muted, and theres a gentle breeze, blowing the highlighted strands of hair out of her face. but the best part-- aisha turns her head to the side where changbin sits on the swing next to hers. her hands tighten around the chain links slightly as her lips quirk up into a smile.
heo yoorim is rarely ever shy, or bashful, or anywhere near those adjectives. but as changbin glances her way she finds herself quickly looking up at the sky-- and she really hopes that the warmth on her face is from the temperature.
"thank you," she starts off, soft but clear.
and it's as sincere as can be-- she was honestly excited when changbin had invited her out for both of their birthdays. touched that he'd spend that time even after a day of training. and if she spent an extra long time picking an outfit that day or doing her hair - he would never know.
"for spending the rest of your day with me," and she finally looks over at him again, her grin stretching wider, "bino oppa."
hey your editing skills are so nice!! those edits you made for the mgas are fire!!! i read your solos and you're so good at writing!! i already love rkaisha with my whole heart ^^
omgā¦ thank you so much that means a lot lkasjdlkasjdlkj im. big heart eyes right now TT TT this msg made my day. youāre too sweetā thank you for takin the time to send this message! i hope you have a lovely day!! we love you too !!!Ā ā”
āĀ yoomie-yoomie~
ā i really miss youć ć Ā ( msg deleted )
ā even while practicing i worry if youāre taking care of yourselfĀ ( msg deleted )
ā happy birthday~ oppa is sorry he hasnāt hung out with you as often, but letās find a time soon, yeah?
āĀ i want to give you your gift in person, tooĀ ( msg deleted )
ā you deserve a lovely day like always~
< to: bino >
āļø : bino bino oppa~
āļø : ahhh thank you very much! and yes i would like that a lot!
āļø : hehe you too, thank you ā”
āļø : thanks for making my day better!!
anyone who was acquainted with seungyeon knew she wasnāt generally affectionate; it wasnāt in her nature. there were a few friends that she was protective over in some ways and the ones she doted on often, but overall affection wasnāt something the girl just handed out. her nature was not cold, but reserved. and that affection was certainly reserved for very few other than her cat.
a mere little kitten when she got him, sweet potato was the light of her life. her aunt picked him up from a shelter and gave him to seungyeon when she started medical school. before the sweet kitten, she might have considered herself a dog person, but he was absolutely amazing. the two were attached at the hip and she would do anything for him. sweet potato was her baby and boy, did she act like it.
āisnāt he just amazing?ā one of her favorite pasttimes was to show him off to all of her friends. he wasnāt exactly a kitten anymore, but he was just as cute. the onesie seungyeon bought him made him that much cuter. the two sat in the living room of seungyeonās apartment with the kitten situated so snuggly in her arms. the cat meowed and her heart just melted - how were meows just so much cuter in a onesie? Ā āŖ Ā Ā ā½ . Ā ā Ā AISHA Ā , Ā Ā ā«
aisha isnāt great at expressing emotion-- it was a general rule of hers to remain poised at all times ( a rule she made by herself, which couldāve been instilled in her by her parents-- who knows, really ), mostly because that was the image that sheād hoped to leave with people. calm, cool, elegant.
this rule, however, simply did not exist when it came to one thing: animals.
and so she eagerly hums in agreement, cooing softly at the kitten as her manicured hand reaches out to gently scratch between his ears as the cat sits comfortably in seungyounās hold.Ā āhe is adorable,ā she admits with a tiny pout on her lips, her hands idly fixing the onesie where it wrinkled or bunched around sweet potatoās legs.Ā āand so are his clothes.ā
aishalovlyĀ ā¦ grateful for my two decades on this earth. other than that--
if you happen to be watching this season of the mgas ( like me ) please cheer on my uber talented friends: #5039 seo changbin, #5026 kim sia, #5032 lee suwoong, and #5006, chwe hansol! ā
Ā āā Ā Ā āŖ Ā ā Ė Ā .Ā mini meĀ Ā Ā ā« Ā Ā āā
.. ĖĀ what are you doing over the weekend?
.. ĖĀ we can watch that dumb anime that you like so much
.. ĖĀ you know.Ā the one with that superhero or whatever
āļø : uhm, i have the weekend off, figured i stay home and clean up some
āļø : ....really???
āļø : youāll watch it with me?? yes please!!!
āļø : ā§ ā=ā”Ī£((( ć¤ā¢ĢĻā¢Ģ)ć¤
*.ļ½„ļ¾ MGA SEASON 5 EP 2 // skill performance
speechless :: 1:12 - 3:12
deep breath, in and out.
a week was not enough to get everything done-- but aisha wasn't a quitter. she couldn't say that she wasn't surprised she'd passed, considering the amount of way more experienced and well known faces that had shown up this season-- but she was grateful.
and she was even more grateful that she at least had people around her to keep the nerves down because boy, were there a lot of nerves. but as usual, she hides it with her blank expression and she felt like doing something different so her eyes are an almost icy blue instead of the normal forest green that she tended to stick with. she's also dressed down slightly, going light on the accessories today because of the song she'd chosen ( after hours of choosing a hundred different songs only to decide to go with the very first one she had picked out ).
the closer it gets to evaluation time, the more aisha's thoughts run wild and her palms get sweaty and she's ready to possibly go to the bathroom and throw up-- but changbin's presence next to her is comforting so she tries to focus on that instead. that, and keeping her expression carefully neutral and not clenching her hands into the smooth fabric of her dress is keeping her preoccupied anyway.
and much sooner than she'd like-- her name is called.
it's two in the morning, and poor slinky jumps at the yell of frustration that echoes throughout the spacious living room. the cat hisses in distaste and quickly darts off to aisha's room to become one with her pure white duvet as said owner has a mental breakdown by the coffee table.
the easy part had been fixing the song arrangement-- the hard part is getting herself to sound the way she wants.
she's been at it for three days, and she cringes every time she tries to hit the higher notes. her voice was huskier to begin with and she was pretty proud of her higher range, but this song was chellenging nonetheless. and she'd already bothered her old vocal trainer with enough questions-- all she could do at this point was practice.
so she keeps in mind all the tips and tricks she's learned over the years and pulls back all the lessons she'd buried in the back of her mind to the forefront. and she practices like that, day by day, drinks water-- tea with honey, all the standard stuff to try and fight off colds because it would be her luck to get sick before an important day like this.
she also does her best to capture the feeling of this song-- surprisingly, it's not quite as hard as she thought because the more she researched the lyrics and looked up their meanings, she finds she can relate to them. the song is just a tad more dramatic than her actual life and she's long grown used to it-- but performing the song does pull a bit of bitterness out of her heart that normally she just tucks away because... there's not much point to resenting her parents at this point anyway.
she texts jei to keep her updated, picks out her outfit, gets her hair cut, goes to fix her nails-- but she still can't shake the fact that with each round she passes, no matter how happy is, she just can't rest.
the stage seems bigger this time if anything-- but maybe it's just due to the fact that she isn't dancing this time. and that makes her nervous. makes her think of her voice is enough to fill the area, to fill the vast space--
but this isn't the time for thinking.
this was the time to show that beyond the attitude and the flashy way she'd tried to present herself-- she has the talent to be here.
she stands in the center and breathes out quietly, hands grasping the microphone tightly in her hands, her freshly manicured nails tapping against the plastic briefly. she closes her eyes, lowering her head silently. the stage lights flicker off the little gems on the barrettes keeping longer strands of hair pinned back and separated from her bangs.
and even though she's decided to start from the second verse to be able to show more, she's glad she made the executive decision to rearrange the instrumentals so she had a little bit of time before she started.
and the music finally starts. her eyes stay closed, the words flowing out immediately as her head tilts slightly, swaying with the music. despite her brief vulnerability and the display of her nervousness- her voice is stable and clear, her voice traveling smoothly through the microphone.
written in stone
every rule, every word
centuries old and unbending
her eyes finally open when she reaches the pre-chorus, her icy blue gaze calm and unwavering, staring straight at the panel of judges and then looking slowly around the rest of the studio. she tries not to pay attention to the sound of her own voice, instead focused entirely on conveying the feeling and the meaning of the song.
'cause i
i cannot start to crumble
so come on and try
try to shut me and cut me down
she pulls the note out longer like in the original, but feathers it off in her own take on it, her eyes closed once more and eyebrows furrowed as her voice creeps up into the higher range. she has one hand on the microphone now, the other freely moving, palm splayed out and facing the audience, moving of its own accord to emphasize parts of the song-- the beat, the lyrics, the melody.
i won't be silenced
you can't keep me quiet
won't tremble when you try it
all I know is I won't go speechless
"speechless," her head tilts as she takes the practiced, quick breath before launching immediately into the next verse, her voice growing in volume. it's when she reaches the bridge that she starts to move across the stage, taking slow and careful steps in her black platforms. her glare is fierce eyes moving from one side of the audience to the other as she focuses on controlling her breathing.
try to lock me in this cage
i won't just lay me down and die
i will take these broken wings
and this is the part she worked the most on-- stressed the most about but as with all performances, it's fast and quick and easy and her voice is swiftly traveling through the studio--
and watch me burn across the sky
hear the echo saying i...
the note is drawn out before the instruments are back at full force and she's continuing along with the song. she'd made it over the hill and there's finally a triumphant smile on her face-- it wasn't planned but, but she later is grateful at this little slip up as it plays in perfectly to the emotions she was hoping to evoke.
she holds her hand over her heart as she travels to the other side of the stage before striding back to the center, making sure she's cheating so that her face and side of her body can still be seen and that her back is not to the audience. she finishes the last verse and takes her place back in the center.
cause i know that i won't go speechless
all i know is i won't go speechless
speechless
her eyes are closed yet again as she delivers the last, strong, loud note-- another reason she chose this song because it had a strong ending. her lashes flutter as the song fades out, eyes opening slowly once more.
she clasps the mic between her hands and bows fully before straightening up again, her lips curling into a small smile, just barely pulling at the corners of her eyes.
"thank you."
and a brief thought crosses her mind as she exits the stage, even though she highly doubted it--
feeling like iām trapped, that kind of mood
Ā Ā but youāre the master key whoāll unlock me
Ā Ā Ā Ā your joyful colors change my days, yeahĀ
smoldering charcoal, a weak flame about to extinguish from the daily exhaustion of life. thatās what he was before he met her. even then, heās like the cold, icy winds of winter, while sheās like the burning passion of summer. guess opposites really do attractĀ ā she had the power to turn any average day of his into a blooming day, after all.
ii. swimming foolĀ // seventeen
iāve fallen into you
Ā Ā iām struggling because of you
Ā Ā Ā Ā my movements become slower
itās hard to describe such a foreign feeling ā she makes him weak in the knees with a single glance, effortlessly keeps him awake with the sheer amount of nerves he felt whenever they interacted. itās far, far easier to just brush it off and pretend that thereās some kind of fault with him instead of the fact that she made him a swimming foolĀ for her.
iii. got itĀ // the boyz
believe in me, iāll teach you what happiness is
Ā Ā iām ready to get rid of
Ā Ā Ā Ā the same days
there are more than a handful of times when he wished that he had the guts to meet her eye to eye, to convey to her at least a fractionĀ of how he felt. heās afraid if he doesnāt, he might be too late and miss the opportunity. even with this strange honeymoon phase going on, he wants her to know that no matter what she might need, heās got it.
iv. shineĀ // pentagon
iām a loser who loves you
Ā Ā yes, iām a fool
Ā Ā Ā Ā to you, iām a nuisance, an outsider
but in truth, heās just unsuspecting, clumsy. even when he gathers the courage to approach her, he finds himself tongue tied and unable to say a single thing about his feelings. itās as if no matter how deep their conversations get, heās constantly reminded of the fact that heās just a good friend of hers for now, even though in his eyes, she always shines.
v. itās youĀ // sam kim
wondering if youāre thinking this
Ā Ā wondering if youāre giving me hints
Ā Ā Ā Ā or if youāre just playing with meĀ
so this is what it feels likeĀ to be lovesick. sometimes, it makes him feel like heās as high as a skyscraper; other times, he spends sleepless nights overanalyzing every interaction and daydreaming in class, actions terribly uncharacteristic of him. at this rate, if she ever asked about whatās making him so flustered, he really thinks he might have the courage to say āitās you.ā
*.ļ½„ļ¾ MGA SEASON 5 CALLBACKS // the interview
-- mentioned:Ā @rkcoco, @rkchwev, @rksihyeon, @rkxbin, @moonbokrk
yoorim watches the rest of the performances with a carefully blank expression-- her hands clap together every now and then and she claps after every performance along with everyone else in great contrast with her facial expression. her lips appear to be pouting, but they do curl up every now and then-- though it looks more like a smirk than any thing else.
she canāt help it though.
there are, however, a lotĀ of strong performances.
and here she finds herself again, sitting in front of a camera and an interviewer with the same polite smile directed towards her as the last time she had come for the show. she returns it with a small tilt of her head. she shouldāve concluded from the amount of reality shows she watched that she would encounter more than one interview, although, sheās sure theyāre not going to stop here if she does end up advancing to the next round. she rests her hands in her lap and looks straight ahead, head held high, as always.
q. how did you feel when you received news of the callback?
āelated,ā she responds immediately, eyes almost earnest as she releases a small laugh-- but her expression doesnāt seem to change, eyes round and waiting for the next question. she does elaborate a bit, however,Ā āi wouldnāt say i expected to advance-- but i was, at the very least, happy to have done so. iām sure itās going to just get harder going forward, so iām grateful to have made it at least past the first round,ā she nods solemnly, humming in agreement with her words.
q. how did you think you did?
āiām confident,ā she states, again, without hesitation,Ā āi think i did well,ā and itās short and simple, not arrogant or boastful-- she speaks it as if itās a fact.Ā āi was able to perform how i wanted after practicing for a while, so iām satisfied. i will, however, work even harder to surpass this performance in the future,ā she promises, leaving off her silent thought of if i pass this round.
q. were there any performances you liked?
āoh yeah, there were a lot,ā aisha answers honestly, relaxing a little in her seat though her posture remains upright.Ā ālet me see... ah-- cocoĀ really stood out to me, not only because she sang in a really pretty language. her voice is super soothing, and the guitar was a nice touch too. i also think thatĀ hansol, or vernon,Ā did particularly great. his rap style is really unique, donāt you think? his song itself was really easy to listen to as well, i liked it alot. hmm,ā she pretends to think, tapping a manicured index finger against her lips-- pretendsĀ because she had been anticipating this question and had her answers thought out already.
āi liked sihyeonās choice of song-- it was a good changeup from other performances, the song was fresh to listen to and i think her voice fit well with it!ā she pauses a bit, lips pursed before she finishes with,Ā āand finally... changbin. frankly speaking, his entire performance-- the song and his voice, everything was my style, personally,ā she speaks confidently, not embarrassed in the slightest, and finishes it with a pleased grin and another nod of her head, āhm. yeah thatās it.ā
q. were there any performances you disliked?
she purses her lips, debating answering honestly before finally giving a shake of her head,Ā ānone comes to mind immediately.ā and she leaves it at that.
q. is there anyone you are certain will move onto the next phase of the mgas?
āi feel like sihyeon is a strong contender,ā aisha speaks slowly with this question, drawing out her answers as her thought process strings along,Ā ābecause she has this experienced air about her, you know? and she catches your attention-- at least mine! and moonbok-- because he is memorable in more ways than one, and has had experience on this show already,ā she nods as if to affirm her thoughts.
q. is there anyone you are certain will be eliminated today?
ānot at all,ā aisha waves her hand,Ā āall i know is i hope itās not me,ā she answers brazenly with a small shrug of her shoulders.Ā āgood luck to everyone though!ā
and with that she takes her cue to leave and stands up from her seat, giving them a polite bow and thanking them for their work before making her way back to her seat-- sheās glad the day is almost over.
and also nervous as hell-- but sheāll be alright.
*.ļ½„ļ¾ MGA SEASON 5 CALLBACKS // singing & dancing
hate :: 0:00 - 0:30 // me :: 2:20 - 3:11
< mashup sample :: 3:05 - 3:21 >
itās not that aisha doesnāt believe her eyes when she receives the email-- okay itās maybe a tiny bit that she doesnā believe what sheās seeing. aisha may be confident, but sheās not cocky, and contrary to popular belief she thinks quite logically.
and so, her thought process had gone somewhat more or less like this: this was her first time auditionin on such a large scale. there were bound to be contestants with much more experience not only in terms of skillset but also in terms of being exposed to both audience and this program itself-- she had already seen a few faces she had recognized from watching the past season at home. her chances of making it past preliminaries were nothing other than slim, but still, she was optimistic.
and it looks like that optimism paid off. an exhilarated breath leaves her chest and she clutches slinky close in her lap, the cat disgruntled from being startled awake from a nap and clawing at her fishnet-covered thighs in an attempt to escape to her cat tower.
her hand finds her phone so she could make a veryĀ excited phone call to her cousin-- which had to be cut short because training and all, but yoorim was brimming to the edge with excitement and she just wanted a small little bit of encouragement before charging forward. jei always knew how to spur her on. after hanging up, her eyebrows furrow and she begins to browse youtube and spotify-- research.
as always, aisha appears at the venue poised and polished from head to toe. and itās not so much for appearances as it is for her own benefit, actually. dressing in clothes she likes and making herself look good makes her feel stronger, and thatās something that she will always stand by when people ask why she puts in so much effort.
but she didnāt have time to worry about other people.
the only person she could afford to worry about right now was herself.
even still, it was nice to see people that she recognized, and she was more than happy when bin chose to come sit next to her-- not that she could ever admit that out loud at the moment, of course. she even made a couple of new friends somehow-- as she had manged to sit in the section with the loudest calls. on the contrary of being annoyed-- she found that their energy actually did wonders to encourage her, and found her laughing a lot more than she would have been had she decided to sit by herself and withdraw from her surroundings.
but sooner than later-- her name is called and all the anxiety comes flooding back. but aishaās motto? fake it until you make it, cliche as it is.
āhello!ā she wiggles her fingers in a greeting, smile youthful and bright.Ā āmy name is heo yoorim, but i go mainly by aisha. iām nineteen years old, fresh in my third year of high school with a lot of room to grow! i hope you enjoy my performance!ā
so she closes her eyes, hands resting in front of her, fingers buried into the ruffles of her skirt. she opens her mouth once the music starts, eyes still closed. they open slowly, unfocused on any fixed point and staring mostly at the floor as she begins the second line, head tilting as her hands move up to clasp in front of her chest.
she, like many others, had been momentarily stunned to see the panel of judges for this round. it couldnāt compare to seeing their pixellated faces on a livestream or youtube video. however, she couldnāt let that get to her.
ėė no, no, no ė¤ ėė¬ģ“
so once the second song begins to mix in, her eyes snap up to find the audience and the judge panel as she finally moves, stepping out of her original position, body swaying to the switch up in the music.Ā
follow me follow me ė ė°ė¼ ķ“ė“
ź·øė ź·øė ź² do it like do it like me
she starts to walk forward, head lifting up on the first step to shake her hair back from her face. each step is calculated, one long leg in front of the other until sheās almost at the front of the stage-- and then she circles back to center stage, taking a small breath and mentally preparing herself. she smirks at the audience as she strikes a pose before launching straight into the choreography.
thereās a reason she chose this part to begin dancing-- there was very little words and not much need for tonal correctness-- her instructor had advised that itād be a good place to also dance, which she loved to do onstage. she loved the mix as well ( done by a friend of hers ) which was a great way to perform well.
even so, hours had gone into trying to keep her voice stable for the few parts that she did sing, constantly practicing the choreography while also memorizing the words ( which wasnāt hard ) and staying on pitch ( much harder ) while moving. she practiced them separately too, trying to get the moves as sharp as possible-- there was always room for improvement and aisha wasnāt any less harsh on herself than her teacher was.
if thereās anything that comes almost naturally to her-- itās her expressions. but of course, she had an advantage with the mix she chose this time as opposed to the song she had performed for the preliminaries. she could show much more of her strong side this time around, her eyes strong and lips coy, corners curled into smirks and dropping into almost sneers in the blihnk of an eye-- and transitioning right back.
ģė¦ė¤ģģ“ ģė¦ė¤ģ me yeah
and there are parts where sheās stiffer she knows-- but she does her best to make up for it with her confidence, strongly pushing past the weaker parts as her cousin had advised her to do in the past. and thatās how she finishes off the performance, taking those final two steps into her final position and lifting her head so that she could face the audience, and the camera, head on.
ģė¦ė¤ģģ“ yeah ģė¦ė¤ģ me
her chest rises and falls slowly as she pauses for a beat before clasping her hands together and dropping into a bow. straightening up, she flashes a toothy smile and waves at the panel of judges,Ā āthank you!ā
she makes her way slowly and carefully back to her seat after she returns the equipment, chest rising and falling slowly as it tries to get her breathing back to normal. it took everything in her not to runĀ back to her seat with the adrenaline coursing through her body-- but years of public practice will do that to you.
she sinks into her seat slowly, eyes closing as she finally lets out a tiny laugh.
he calls out her name, trying not too look too eager as he made his way over to her direction after entering the studio. in truth, he had seen her the moment he came in, but had let himself get brought over by seungmin to where the rest of his friends were sitting. of course, he couldnāt help but continue staring in her direction, eventually mustering the courage to come over and ( essentially ) ditch his friends in favor of sitting next to her.
settling himself in the seat beside her almost a little uncomfortably, the relaxed tone with which he speaks to her is completely contradicting ā even as his eyes slowly regain their indifferent sharpness, they keep on wandering in any direction that wasnāt directly at her face. heās too embarrassed to tell her that she looks extra pretty today, with her outfit choice fashionable and clearly eye catching.
āglad to see youāre here, too. nervous?ā
it seems almost like heās describing himself at this rate, with his shaking leg and the way his teeth sink into his bottom lip as he attempts, fruitlessly, to meet her gaze confidently.
she startles at the call of her name, head whipping around to find the source--
āoh, bin-oppa!ā her smile is wide and toothy, eyes crinkling at the corners to show that itās genuine. she waves in greeting as he walks towards her, the other hand patting the empty seat next to her. āglad to see you too! did you come with your friends?ā she raises her eyebrows, peering over his shoulder to see the small group of boys heād been with previously. she tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear, resting her hand on her knee now.
āmm,ā she mumbles,Ā āa little nervous,ā she admits, pursing her lips, eyebrows furrowed in thought. her blank expression is back though, lips curling up at the corners,Ā ābut thatās to be expected right?ā
āhow about you, how are you feeling?ā she asks gently, politely ignoring the way his leg taps from the corner of her eyes.Ā āiām excited to see your performance,ā she states honestly, her smile softening into something less sharp.
*.ļ½„ļ¾ MGA SEASON 5 PRELIMINARIES Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā // Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā part five: Ā Ā the second skill.Ā
iām a messĀ :: 0:00 - 0:53
aisha reallyĀ wants to nap.
however, she decides against it ( because who knows how sheāll manage to get herself up ). instead, she grabs a protein bar and a steaming coffee with an extra shot of espresso ( not the best combination, admittedly ) and checks her phone, responding quietly to messages and well wishes from friends and family.
her nerves donāt ease whatsoever. however, when sheās told the last portion of the audition, she lets out a small sigh of relief. she was hoping for a chance like this-- and she had something in mind already. she was excited.
she stretches briefly as her music is queued up, glad she decided to go with kickboxing when the interviewer asked her to show something earlier-- it helped her get some movement going, so sheās not nearly as nervous as she would have been.
she straightens up once the staff member nods at her, and then immediately drops down into a crouch, propping her head up on one hand.
aisha thinks back to the practices she had held with jei, specifically the day she asked for help making this specific choreography. having both an interest in hip hop and contemporary dance after her parents had signed her up for lessons, aisha had grown fond of mixing the two together. not that sheād ever admit it to anyone aloud, but she wasnāt quite confident creating full choreographies on her own yet, as much as she likes to spend extra time in the studio just freestyling any which way after her initial cardio set.
everythingās been so messed up here lately
pretty sure he donāt wanna be my baby
this is a piece she likes particularly, as itās one that she contributed a lot to even though her cousin created the base and the core, and guided her through cleaning up and finishing the moves all the way through.
and so she performs with the thought of that day in mind, after sheād spent the whole day practicing it and watching herself on camera to see which parts she could improve, which parts she could alter to make it look the best, to make it look the most effortless.
everythingās gonna be alright, everythingās gonna be okay
the expression wasnāt as hard, as the emotion for this particular choreography was well demonstrated with aishaās resting poker face. but jei had coached her through some areas where she should be stronger, and areas where she should be softer.
so she dances with those in mind too.
iām a mess, iām a loser, iām a hater iām a user
--
iām a mess for your love, it aināt new
she slows down once the staff indicates, coming to a stop and straightening up. she brushes stray hairs away from her mouth and fixes her bangs, and showcases a smile at both the judges and the camera-- that was reallyĀ fun.
āthank you for your time,ā aisha tells them, bowing one final time before gathering her belongings and leaving out the door she is directed through.
