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For some of the following music tracks Kibum has to help again but Taemin tries to keep it as minor as possible since his Hyung looks increasingly sick. He is visibly trembling and almost feverish.

Taem himself is still going steady. I guess our dancing-machine wouldn’t be running out of steam just like that.

Jjong, Minho and I stay close by although there is not much we can help with, but it feels like the right thing to do.

The tracks go on and on. Mystery man plays lots of our songs, mostly from before “Sherlock”-era, with the odd Japanese sample in between. Every now and then he adds other groups’ stuff but all are SMent-titles or related.

Taemin keeps checking on the lights in his shoes and develops a method to dance as power-saving as possible, concentrating on the steps and only hinting on the arm and upper-body movements in order to stick to the choreography. It’s a bit like dry-rehearsal and it obviously is good enough.

When Kibum takes another break after leading Taemin into the choreography of SuJu’s “Bonamana” he suddenly doubles over retching. Minho grabs him immediately and gently kneels down with him, holding on while Key keeps throwing up nothing but water.  

“You need to lie down”, Jjong shouts at him almost angrily but we all know he’s just worried.

“No time”, Kibum replies weakly, “we can’t miss the cues. And if I lie down now I might not be able to get up again.”

I hate it but he’s right. And none of us can take over for him. Although I remember most choreographies once I see him dancing I can’t recall them without any help. Seeing Jjong’s and Minho’s dejected faces I bet it’s the same for them.

While we still try to come up with anything helpful, Song, the police-officer in charge, is back with a couple of his men.

“Upper tiers are all evacuated already”, he shouts over the music, “in about half an hour we’ve got everybody out.”

“Can you go for another 30 minutes?” I ask Taemin and he just smiles. Gods, I love that kid.

“Wow, that’s good news”, Jonghyun says, “we’ll wait for your message here.”

“No, you’re leaving now”, Song says like it is an undisputable fact.

“What?”

“You’re leaving”, the officer repeats and I can see his patience running out.

“But if Taemin stops to dance ...” I try to explain but I’m cut short.

“We KNOW that”, Song replies angrily, “your main dancer here will keep going until the bomb-squad gives us the signal. But the rest of you is leaving ... NOW!”

This time they are prepared. Each one of us is grabbed by two police-men. They don’t even touch their tasers, just handcuff us before we know it.

Jjong still puts up an impressive fight but suddenly stops like the rest of us to cover his ears. Even Taemin is stunned for a second by the deafening scream.

The two officers let go of Kibum who still holds his headset-mic to his mouth, ready to scream again. He looks like a trapped animal, a fox, sick and in pain and more than that royally pissed off and angry. 

Taemin recovers just in time to start dancing again when Key still breathing heavily hisses over the speakers for everyone and the bomber to hear:

“The main dancer is the one who shines. The lead dancer counts the beats. Now let me ING do my job.”