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      Mina's turn to dance. All eyes were on her now. How was she supposed to react after Sana danced before her? Sana's bubbly appearance to a sudden 180 degree, y transformation shocked her too. She didn't have time to prepare nor did she expect she would be put on the spot right after entering the company.   Suddenly JYP's expectations as a renown entertainment company dawned upon her. She could not move as her heart trembled in fear, nervousness and distress that she was not up to par with the others' and their talents.   "Don't worry," Momo suddenly whispered next to her, Mina looked as she had grabbed ahold of her hand and firmly grasped it.   "No one is judging you here, we all learn from each other and have felt that feeling. Even to this day....it'll be fine. Just do your best."   Mina was stunned to say anything, everyone didn't seem to appear too expectant of her since she was new, so perhaps she could at least show her true capacity.    Her ballet.       ---       "Mina, your dancing was really pretty!"   "I know right! Can I learn ballet from you?"   "Good job, I was super impressed! Your ballet was probably why you got in here."   The trainees, one by one complimented and applauded for Mina, for they were captivated by her artistic bodily movements. Sana helped translate what they said to her.   Mina was truly happy at that moment as the older girl continued to speak, each word brightening her mood higher than before. She felt that maybe her dreams weren't too far away, maybe they were reachable after all.   Suddenly, she remembered. Momo. Where had the older girl gone? Sana excused herself by telling the younger girl she was going to the comfort room, leaving her all alone in the practice room. It was late, as the clock ticked and struck 9 o'clock.   Recalling Momo's dancing, Mina was suddenly impressed with her and could understand why the other trainees were around her. She was simply friendly, and pure. She was kindhearted and it was in her nature to be. Perfection in a human body.   "I see..." She mumbled to herself. So Momo wasn't as dumb as she thought. There were bound to be different sides of people which she didn't expect to have at all.   Something cold suddenly touched her hand.   "Wah!"   She yelped in surprise, only to find that it was Sana who was handing her a bottle of water.   "You did well." She smiled, slight amused at Mina's sudden reaction of surprise.   Mina returned her smile, and nodded. Her mood has definitely improved.   "Where did Momo go? It's time to leave," she asked the taller girl, and looked around again. Even her belongings were gone. Did she leave already with the other girls?   Sana shook her head, "Momo practices till a little later, she'll be back soon."   Before walking to the door to leave, she grabbed her jacket on the ground and pointed at the clock. "Let's get something to eat before she comes back home."   Home.   Mina blinked, it felt unfamiliar but at the same time welcoming. This was the moment where she recognized that everything was really happening. She stood there while her head dizzily tried to process the events happening before her eyes. Her being in Seoul, pursing her dreams actually made her head spin for a moment.   This is reality. This is real.   She smiled to herself, while clenching the water bottle in one hand and her other hand tightly.   I can do this. I have a chance.         ---         1:04 AM.   Momo finally entered their bedroom with silent steps, dropping her duffel bag on a chair. She attempted to keep quiet as she noticed in the dark that Mina and Sana were sound asleep.   "You really impressed me earlier." She mumbled to herself as Mina's blanket was covering the younger girl's head. Taking a last glance at her before exiting the room she added, "I hope we'll get along better and that you'll feel more comfortable here."   She quietly crept out of their room, and sat down on the couch in their dorm. She was exhausted, but not sleepy at the moment. There were so many things to think about at the moment. Like how she needed to think up of a new choreography to show, or improvising how she danced to a new song.   She was also very hungry, she noted as she blinked. Should she buy something? It was late.   Ramen. Emergency food. She could eat that since the company prohibited their trainees from going home late, the curfew at 10 at night and her being the only special exception at midnight.   She got up and walked to the kitchen, opening and closing the cabinets, looking for the ram