two-footed girls .seungmi+yulhee
@yulrk
call me baby isn’t an easy song to master. it’s complicated dance steps and fast-paced change in formations only add to the hardships of getting the evaluation done and over with. there’s a balanced amount of footwork and other techniques in the choreography, which really tests the rapper’s current capabilities. amongst all the given choices, she doesn’t remember how she came to the conclusion of choosing this song anyways, and feels a bit unconfident about how things will turn out.
reviewing the last leg of the routine, she looks at her reflection in the mirror intensely. if she can’t get 100 technique points, she’d at least try to get into her character and perform with soul. exhaustion is painted all over her face as she lifts her legs once more, trying to get the chorus right.
dropping to the floor almost immediately afterwards, she wipes her sweat with the back of her hand and distastefully wipes it against her pants. unlike her, yeri’s been progressing at full speed, and yul is faring better than her despite her claims of not being able to dance either. sprawled on the floor, the oldest of the three sighs.
“yul, will we ever get better at dancing? it’d be nice if we can be pros before debut.”