Two hours had passed, and most of the dancers had completed their auditions. Many came out like a child who came out empty handed from a toy store. Security was called once when a girl refused to leave without a ticket to LA. Seomin wasn't shocked to see this; the competition was an exceptional chance. She had counted four successful contestants. Seomin began to wonder how many people had made it in the morning audition. The judges seemed fussy, even harsh, as many faces were tear-streaked. As Seomin was deep in thought, she felt someone tap her shoulder. Startled, Seomin flinched before she noticed it was the boy beside her. She raised her brow at him and asked, "Did you want something?"   He chuckled and shook his head. "No."   "What? Why'd you bother me then?" Seomin scowled. This guy was no different from the rest of his kind.   "You looked... uh, how should I say this," he paused, "sick?"   "I'm not."   "Then why do you look so pale?" When Seomin didn't respond, he came closer to her face and added, "You still look pretty." He chuckled as Seomin's eyes widened in horror.   "Y-you creep!" she hissed. His forward and fearless behaviour confused her, and Seomin didn't want anything to do with his mind games. When she turned away from him, the boy hummed behind her, as if he had done nothing to annoy her. She hoped that she would never see him again. Seomin couldn't imagine what would happen if she saw him in Los Angeles. Worse, if she had to work with him.   "All singers please join me inside!" Seomin was brought back to reality when the man with the clipboard appeared at the door again. The hushed voices mingled with the sound of shoes squeaking against the tiles as they trailed after him. He stopped before the doors of the auditorium. "Sit in the auditorium by your number. Successful competitors please go to the front desk where you will receive information about training camp." He opened the door and at once, his instructions were followed.   The talent in the room was extraordinary, but only three competitors had been chosen to go to Los Angeles. Seomin wiggled in her seat, chewed on a strand of hair, and stared at the judges' backsides. There was an empty seat beside the two judges. Where was the third? She began to wonder whether it would be best to go home right then and there. Seomin glanced at the clock. She gawked as the clock hands taunted her. It's already 3:30! I'm not even the last contestant.     "Number 148," announced the male judge. Seomin was about to get up when she felt a hand around her wrist. She glanced over her shoulder and saw the boy smile at her. He pulled her towards him and whispered, "Don't mess up." Immediately, she wanted to kick his shins, but the voice in her head told her to do otherwise. Great. Even my conscience is against my own desires.    Seomin marched down the steep aisle and walked up the stairs onto the stage. When she approached th