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*Minho is frantically looking around backstage in his dancing clothes.*
Minho: Wendi! Where are you?! Hey! Hey you! Have you seen Wendi?! I'm supposed to be going out there any minute now.
???: Sorry, I haven't...
Minho: Gah! Useless!
*Minho continues walking around backstage until he finds Wendi sitting up against a wall crying.*
Minho: Wendi! There you are, look, we don't have much time. We've got to go.
*Wendi continues to cry.*
Minho: What are you doing?! Come on, lets go!
Wendi: I can't...
Minho: What do you mean you can't?! Come on...
*Minho tries to grab her arm but she pushes him away.*
Minho: What is wrong with you?
Wendi: There's... There's so many people out there... I can't... I'm not ready...
Minho: Stage fright?! You're getting stage fright?! Are you kidding me right now? Get up.
*Again he tries to grab her arm and again she pushes him away.*
Wendi: No, Minho! You aren't listening to me. I can't do this...
Minho: Look, I get it, you're performing out there. It's different when the spotlight is on you and what you are doing, but now is not the time to panic. We've been practising all week. I need you. Right now.
Wendi: I need my inhaler. I think i'm having a panic attack!
Minho: Sin jenjang! Wendi, stop this right now! I cannot go out there on my own. You're coming with me.
*Minho grabs her arm and this time Wendi can't push him away. He pulls her up to her feet and begins to drag her along to the stage entrance whilst Wendi begins to cry even more.*
Wendi: Stop! Stop it! Minho stop!
*Minho ignores her and continues to drag her along.*
Wendi: Let go of me!
*Wendi breaks free of Minho's grasp and falls to the floor.*
Minho: I can't believe you are doing this! You've been fine all week and now, two minutes away from when we're supposed to go out there... You're acting like this?! Like a child?! How could you?
Wendi: I'm sorry...
Minho: YOU'RE SORRY!?
*Minho screams in Wendi's face. He paces backwards and forwards.*
Minho: What am I supposed to do now, huh?!
*Minho's entrance music begins to play.*
Minho: Nimiral! Last chance, Wendi. Are you coming?
*Wendi shakes her head. Minho walks away without saying another word. He walks out onto the stage to an ovation of boos. He struts down to the ring and grabs a microphone before entering the ring. His music stops.*
Minho: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight I was supposed to be battling Luis Alvarado in a ballroom dance competition. A competition that again, I should have easily won... But unfortunately... I have some bad news...
Tony Eckert: This is sounding awfully familiar...
Jake Lott: Is Minho about to squirm his way out of this one too?
Terra Hayze: It wouldn't surprise me...
Minho: You see, my girlfriend Wendi was supposed to be my partner tonight and dance with me in this competition. But...
*Minho sighs.*
Minho: A last minute family emergency has happened and she is unable to come out here right now. Her poor, poor papa... Let's just say it isn't looking good. Get well soon, sir.
*Minho bows in respect as the audience boo.*
Terra Hayze: Ha! Wow, he really is getting out of this one...
Tony Eckert: Impeccable timing... I mean, I hope all is ok with Wendi's father.
Terra Hayze: I've got to give him credit. This is brilliant.
Minho: Luckily for you, I still have a show to put on. I am an entertainer after all, it's what I do. So, let's do this. Play my music!
*Minho's entrance music begins to play and he begins to dance. The boos get louder. As the music kicks in he begins to unbutton his shirt. There's a few screams from female audience members and Minho smiles, even if they were barely audible. He continues to dance...*
Jake Lott: I can't lie... The man is a good dancer.
Tony Eckert: True, but this is supposed to be a ballroom dance! He doesn't have a partner and this is just wrong!
Terra Hayze: Can we take a moment to appreciate the fact that even though he's obviously lying through his teeth, he still came out here with a game plan?
Tony Eckert: This is disgraceful. He is completely disregarding the whole idea of this.
*Minho finishes dancing and his music stops. He grabs his microphone.*
Minho: Thank you, thank you... That right there, was talent... I am talent... Luis, now I know you're going to come out here and try to do better, and you know what? That's fine. Just know that no matter what you do, I win... I'll be awaiting Jet Starr to announce me as the winner after your attempt at dancing.
*Minho's music hits again. He exits the ring and dances up the ramp before returning backstage.*
Mentions: @Hybrid @Jet Starr Minho: Wendi! Where are you?! Hey! Hey you! Have you seen Wendi?! I'm supposed to be going out there any minute now.
???: Sorry, I haven't...
Minho: Gah! Useless!
*Minho continues walking around backstage until he finds Wendi sitting up against a wall crying.*
Minho: Wendi! There you are, look, we don't have much time. We've got to go.
*Wendi continues to cry.*
Minho: What are you doing?! Come on, lets go!
Wendi: I can't...
Minho: What do you mean you can't?! Come on...
*Minho tries to grab her arm but she pushes him away.*
Minho: What is wrong with you?
Wendi: There's... There's so many people out there... I can't... I'm not ready...
Minho: Stage fright?! You're getting stage fright?! Are you kidding me right now? Get up.
*Again he tries to grab her arm and again she pushes him away.*
Wendi: No, Minho! You aren't listening to me. I can't do this...
Minho: Look, I get it, you're performing out there. It's different when the spotlight is on you and what you are doing, but now is not the time to panic. We've been practising all week. I need you. Right now.
Wendi: I need my inhaler. I think i'm having a panic attack!
Minho: Sin jenjang! Wendi, stop this right now! I cannot go out there on my own. You're coming with me.
*Minho grabs her arm and this time Wendi can't push him away. He pulls her up to her feet and begins to drag her along to the stage entrance whilst Wendi begins to cry even more.*
Wendi: Stop! Stop it! Minho stop!
*Minho ignores her and continues to drag her along.*
Wendi: Let go of me!
*Wendi breaks free of Minho's grasp and falls to the floor.*
Minho: I can't believe you are doing this! You've been fine all week and now, two minutes away from when we're supposed to go out there... You're acting like this?! Like a child?! How could you?
Wendi: I'm sorry...
Minho: YOU'RE SORRY!?
*Minho screams in Wendi's face. He paces backwards and forwards.*
Minho: What am I supposed to do now, huh?!
*Minho's entrance music begins to play.*
Minho: Nimiral! Last chance, Wendi. Are you coming?
*Wendi shakes her head. Minho walks away without saying another word. He walks out onto the stage to an ovation of boos. He struts down to the ring and grabs a microphone before entering the ring. His music stops.*
Minho: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight I was supposed to be battling Luis Alvarado in a ballroom dance competition. A competition that again, I should have easily won... But unfortunately... I have some bad news...
Tony Eckert: This is sounding awfully familiar...
Jake Lott: Is Minho about to squirm his way out of this one too?
Terra Hayze: It wouldn't surprise me...
Minho: You see, my girlfriend Wendi was supposed to be my partner tonight and dance with me in this competition. But...
*Minho sighs.*
Minho: A last minute family emergency has happened and she is unable to come out here right now. Her poor, poor papa... Let's just say it isn't looking good. Get well soon, sir.
*Minho bows in respect as the audience boo.*
Terra Hayze: Ha! Wow, he really is getting out of this one...
Tony Eckert: Impeccable timing... I mean, I hope all is ok with Wendi's father.
Terra Hayze: I've got to give him credit. This is brilliant.
Minho: Luckily for you, I still have a show to put on. I am an entertainer after all, it's what I do. So, let's do this. Play my music!
*Minho's entrance music begins to play and he begins to dance. The boos get louder. As the music kicks in he begins to unbutton his shirt. There's a few screams from female audience members and Minho smiles, even if they were barely audible. He continues to dance...*
Jake Lott: I can't lie... The man is a good dancer.
Tony Eckert: True, but this is supposed to be a ballroom dance! He doesn't have a partner and this is just wrong!
Terra Hayze: Can we take a moment to appreciate the fact that even though he's obviously lying through his teeth, he still came out here with a game plan?
Tony Eckert: This is disgraceful. He is completely disregarding the whole idea of this.
*Minho finishes dancing and his music stops. He grabs his microphone.*
Minho: Thank you, thank you... That right there, was talent... I am talent... Luis, now I know you're going to come out here and try to do better, and you know what? That's fine. Just know that no matter what you do, I win... I'll be awaiting Jet Starr to announce me as the winner after your attempt at dancing.
*Minho's music hits again. He exits the ring and dances up the ramp before returning backstage.*
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