#extraep2

[dcizzv]

EXTRA EPISODE 2;;

one. two. three. 

you’re up.

lights up and he’s on that stage again, the week of practice let him perfect the moves his body now knows as a second language, limbs moving to the beat in the steps that they’ve made together. his group. he knows the song. he knows the dance. and he knows how to execute it in a perfect fashion as he keeps up with the rest.

he can note that this time around, the stage goes better than his last. he’s gaining back the passion he’d lost. gaining back his voice. gaining back and excitement he’d lost, but the dancing, the support and the comments brought him back up to his highest points. they brought him back to life in some ways and it let him learn back the language of dance like he’d been waiting for.

and now he’s half way through, keeping up effortlessly and eyeing the crowd slightly before his focus goes back on how to move his body. he doesn’t falter this time, the dance is one he’s good at and he uses this time to prove to others why he’s considered among the best dancers, even if he’s taking part with equally great dancers in this show.

this is a chance to prove himself though, to prove that he’s as good as those around him say he is, to prove that he’s not just another hyped up idol and that he actually is a dancer. that he can actually do something. 

and so he goes for it now. he puts his all into. all of the moves with equal power and control as he maintains time with the others and with the song, makes sure he’s neither to fast or slow, and that he’s in perfect time like he needs to be. 

then the lights are down and his breathing is harsh against the blood pounding in his ears to his heartbeat. but he’s grinning because how could he not be when he’s completely another dance, and hell, he feels great about this. he feels proud of himself. proud of his team and what they’ve accomplished. but still, the elimination and competition part of it all still weighs down heavily on his shoulders now.

he just hopes he’s done enough.

[arovnd-blog]

@ikbongki @ikxeva @ikhyuntae

          this choreography was a LOT harder than last week’s. and to top it all off, it wasn’t even sehyeon’s style of dance. but who was she to protest it ?? her teammates seem to be doing completely fine ( but we also have to remember they have a lot more experience than her ) && she had to spend more time in the studio than them. she might as well --- it’ll only make her better in the end. but is there such thing as spending TOO much time practicing ?? yup, there definitely is. ❛ sunbae, i still don’t get this move. the arm thingy --- it looks weird. ❜

[ikxeva]

title: steal the spotlight | extra episode 2 theme: uniform concept: prison summary: flashlights, high energy, and the colour orange word count: 342

this week was definitely easier; possibly because of the fact that she was nowhere near as nervous as she was previously. but the team had practiced really hard this week, and she was grateful she was in bong ki's team again. and she had practiced until she physically couldn't anymore, dragging herself from the practice room the day before.

eva was basically bouncing around backstage, waiting for their team to go on and possibly annoying the rest of her team. she had checked, double checked and then triple checked that her flashlight had batteries in and was working correctly, because god knows what she'd do if it broke.

eva was grateful that they'd gone with a prison concept, as opposed to the school uniform she thought they'd originally go with. she was like 99% certain she wouldn't be able to do this routine in a blazer and a skirt. these uniforms were much better, much cooler.

and so eva was pretty confident about this performance, she was pretty sure that she could pull this stage off. because, well, it's not like she's a bad dancer or anything so she should be able to do this well.

...

the stage has started, their faces appearing up on the screen behind them, their mugshots. and then out came the flashlights. this was definitely where eva belonged. every second she was on stage she felt her confidence grow, and she lived and breathed for the crowd cheering. and so she put everything she had into the dance.

the stage was going well and the pulled off all the moves rather gracefully, but that was only to be expected when you have 18 years dancing experience. the rest of her team seemed to pull it off too and she was immensely proud of her group as the song came to a close.

the cheers were obnoxiously loud but eva basically bathed in them before pulling in whichever teammate was closer for a hug. all that was left to do was to wait for the results. how exciting.

[ikminhee-blog]

Bring ‘em & Cut It

TITLE: EXTRA ep. 2 THEME: Uniform CONCEPT: Football REFERENCE: [ x ] WORD COUNT: 573

If Minhee were to be honest with herself, she wasn’t completely satisfied with the finished routine her group had come up with. It wasn’t that it was bad, it wasn’t that at all! Maybe it was merely the sixteen year old’s greed, but she felt like they could have done more. That wasn’t mean to say that she didn’t try her hardest especially when this week was the beginning of eliminations. If anything, knowing that only set the bar higher for her to reach.

She attended every practice from beginning to end, even staying after hours because she, along with the other dancers in her teams, wanted everything to be perfect. Although the basis of the choreography wasn’t difficult itself, making each movement as precise and powerful as possible was the key for execution. Anything less would make the entire dance anticlimactic and fall apart at the seams. It was the pressure on her shoulders that shook her, telling her that she couldn’t be the weakest link. She has to be on par with everyone else, if not -- then at least be at her 100%.

She took a deep breath, everything becoming deaf to her ears despite the rummaging of staff and dancers bustling around her.

Focus, Minhee. Let everything else drown out.

The only thing that should be on your mind is the performance. 

Don’t worry about the outcome.

Don’t worry about being judged.

Don’t worry about messing up.

Because you won’t.

You know this through and through.

Now breathe.

Opening her eyes, Minhee found herself on the wings of the stage -- her eyes locked onto Jesse and Minjae who were already center stage with the other male dancers. By her side were Akari and Dahee, the three of them waiting for their music cue to begin.

It was now or never and the Diamond trainee was as ready as she’ll ever be.

BRING ‘EM OUT, BRING ‘EM OUT

The sixteen year old’s heart began to race as the music reverberated against her skin, her body twinging with adrenaline and excitement. Within seconds, her tense expression changed into one filled with cool charisma. It was time for her to play a role and shed away from the school girl persona she was known for. She had to show fierceness, control, and most of all, swagger.

Every move was timed, accurate, calculated. Though her mind thought of nothing, her body moved purely from muscle memory as if her entire body was on automatic and moving on its own. Of course, she was aware enough to watch her expressions as she danced, making sure to throw in a playful grin every so often and to act appropriately shocked for the climax of their performance. Getting reactions out of the crowd was what Minhee liked the most after all.

Overall, the maknae felt that their performance was safe and was executed just as they planned. Thankfully, the reaction from the audience was positive as soon as the performance had ended, the trainee’s usual bright expression returning merely seconds after they were relieved from their ending positions. As she took a moment to regulate her still beating heart, Minhee smiled gratefully at the critiques and praises her group have received -- relieved that this week’s performance was finally coming to a close. All there was now were the results and at that realization alone, Minhee felt the racing of her heart start back up.

[ikxminjae]

TITLE: EXTRA ep. 2 THEME: Uniform CONCEPT: Football REFERENCE: [ x ] WORD COUNT: 682

Minjae's shoulders had never looked so broad.

The trainee took notice of this as he examined himself in a nearby mirror, failing to suppress an amused snort. He might have been wearing the uniform, but he looked absolutely nothing like the American atheletes that he saw every now and then on the internet. Pushing those thoughts aside, he mentally ran through his group's choreography as a stylist tended to his makeup ( it was still so foriegn to him, sitting in a chair while someone else fixes him up ).

One would think that after already filming an episode, the boy would be a little more comfortable about everything, but that was far from the truth. Any chance of him feeling even remotely at ease had been wiped clean with a single word.

Elimination.

Just thinking about it made his hands feel clammy, and he rubbed his palms nervously against his pants. If he had felt pressured at all for the first episode, that feeling had only multiplied for the second. He didn't want to be eliminated. He didn't want any of his teammates to be eliminated ( he didn't want anyone on the other team to get eliminated either, but the show wouldn't quite work out that way ). He had to do well. He couldn't hold the team back. He had to be perfect.

This was a dangerous mindset for Minjae to be in. It was this same mindset that had resulted in him being hospitalized after the Prism Branch's summer concert, as well as several other small fainting spells that he did his best to keep secret. He could easily get ahead of himself, push himself past his limit until he was exhausted and couldn't physically go on. The stress could get to him, the weight crushing him into the ground as it had so many times before. He could break

But he didn't.

It wouldn't be entirely accurate to say that he had changed his ways. While he had learned his lesson ( after being scolded by someone he looked up to so greatly ), he still found it difficult to find a point to just stop and rest --- especially when he didn't feel that he'd made enough progress ( as he often did ). However, he didn't want a repeat of the summer concert, and he absolutely refused to make things harder on his teammates by passing out before or, worse, during the performance. Though he still practiced often on his own, being a part of a group made it a lot easier for him to take breaks, be it to eat meals with his teammates or just sitting around discussing each others' visions.

Come the day of the performance, Minjae felt well-rested and completely energized. One less thing to worry about as he stepped onto the stage.

This week's choreography wasn't particularly difficult, and focused more on complimenting their song choice as well as the concept that they had decided to go with. The hard part lied in taking such choreography and executing it in a way which would impress the audience. Fortunately, appealing to the audience was something that Lee Minjae happened to excel at whether he was aware or not.

Everything seemed to go smoothly from the trainee's perspective. He hadn't caught any major mistakes, nor had he made any himself. As he stepped backstage, however, he couldn't help feeling a bit... Light. It was a feeling he quickly recognized, nothing too extreme, but just enough for him to be aware of how tired his body was. Locating a chair, he sat down. A staff member offered him a bottle of water, which he accepted gratefully. Laying his head down, he listened to the commotion around him --- the show's hosts giving their scripted thoughts on their performances, staff members speaking amongst one another, someone asking if he was feeling alright ( to which he responded with a dismissive wave of his hand and a reassuring smile ).

Luckily nothing terrible had happened, but he definitely needed to be more careful next time.

[ikminhee-blog]

@ikxminjae @ikdahee @ikxjesse @ikakari

“I think if we put more emphasis on this part of the choreography to compliment the flow of the rapping, it would be really cool.” The trainee spoke thoughtfully as the song played throughout the practice room for the umpteenth time that day. Most of the choreography had already been figured out but there were still bits and pieces that her and her team members felt that needed some polishing up before any of them could be satisfied with it. That’s what was great about working with other dancers; everyone just wanted to show their best work and effort. Turning her attention towards the other beside her, she gave them a smile. “What do you think, sunbaenim?”