Together with the rest of your members you were walking down the stairs, and you could feel your head throb as you gave away your microphone and popped out your headphones. This hadn’t been the right day for your group to practice, and you felt that you had pushed you body over a certain limit. All your muscles were acing, and the world around you seemed to be spinning. The outside stage was big and beautiful, but the sun was beaming down on top of it, reflected by the wooden floors and you definitely had to ask someone why those spotlights were still on because all the use they seemed to have was to make you feel even more hot. It had been a rough day for everyone, preparing yourself for your comeback wasn’t something you had expected to be this difficult, but you had mistaken. Your managers had become harder, wanting you to be perfect so that your newest album would be a hit and everyone would buy it. They had asked you to throw all of your energy in today’s practice and at this moment you felt as if you didn’t have any left. They had made you practice the song at least twenty times, stopping you each time someone made a mistake or sang off key, making you start all over again.

Even though you had begged them for a break, they had refused to give it to you until everything had been perfect and you had all been moving in complete sync. The thing was that the longer you seemed to practice how harder it became to accomplish that. You leaned against the nearest wall, closing your eyes at you felt the sweat drop down your neck and chest. It felt as if it was forty degrees out, and even though you knew that was only an illusion, that was still how you felt.The tips of your hair were wet because they were constantly rubbing against your wet skin. Somewhere in the middle of your performance you had gathered them together on top of your head and you had made a ponytail, hoping that would help you to release some body heat. But at this moment you weren’t quite sure if that had been such a good idea, maybe it would have been better if you had covered yourself up a little more instead of running around in your tank top and shorts, because your skin felt as if it was on fire. You weren’t really someone who easily got a sunburn, but after standing in the middle of the strong sunlight for at least two hours you felt that your skin was painful and sore.

Why did they always have to be so hard on you, why couldn’t they just let you rest for a while? You reached behind yourself and searched for your water bottle, only to be reminded that you had handed it to your leader earlier, because she had seemed as if she had needed it more than you had. A groan came over your dry lips as you inwardly cursed, you should have drunk something before going to practice. But you had thought that the heat wouldn’t be that bad and you hated practicing with a full bladder, since that only distracted you. Besides, since you weren’t allowed to take breaks it wouldn’t have been possible for you to head to the bathroom anyway. The coldness of the wall was very inviting and you had to fight the urge to lean your whole body against it, because that would look weird. You didn’t have enough fluid in your system and your body was exhausted because of the many hours you had been concentrating on your singing and dance moves. Suddenly you started to feel a little nauseous while your head felt light and wobbly on top of your shoulders.

“Hey babe! Great performance, I definitely have to buy that new album.” There was a teasing sound inside of his voice and when you blinked your eyes open you could see that Baekhyun was making his way over to you after loosening himself from the rest of s. They weren’t planning to perform in an hour or so, you knew that, you had seen their schedule. It was great that the two of you were able to be here tonight and you felt a little proud that he had seen you on there and that he liked your song, but you couldn’t seem to express that to him. “Hey, are you okay?” He asked and while he did that you could feel all the color drain from your face, it was as if someone had just thrown a bucket of ice cold water over you and slowly the blood was settling inside of your veins. You swallowed, fighting the urge to gag as you took a hold of your boyfriend’s arm in the hope to steady yourself, because you felt as if you were floating on your legs. His worried eyes were scanning your face as he waited for your answer, but you had to take a deep breath before you could give him one.