Walking into the building, Hangyeom could vividly remember the small cheers and chants from his fans. It had been three years since he left his old group and moved to this new company. Although he had a strong passion for writing and composing songs, his favorite past time was to dance. It was not a passion he had in the beginning, but it was a passion that he developed later on when he started to dream about becoming an idol so that he could share his songs to the world. And he loved dancing, unlike songwriting, the emotions and the feelings could be expressed through his body movements, through facial expressions, everything must be expressed in a physically poetic way. It was something that he had admired about dance, which made him fall in love with this past time.
He ran his fingers through his raven black hair, setting down his duffle bag once he arrived at the dance studio. Inside his bag were some water bottles, a spare battery extender, his cellphone, a small portable speaker and a face towel. The company he was currently in was a very small, compared to the others. The dance studio was a bit run down, and the floorboards had marks that he had etched in with his hours of practice. There were only a few trainees in the company, around ten. There was never more than that because the company never had enough money to fund to produce a group so many would leave to pursue a larger company.
The sound equipment in the dance studio had died out a week or so earlier, and the company was still trying to find a replacement one, explaining why Hangyeom had a portable one in his bag. After tediously setting up for his three-hour dance routine, Hangyeom stretched for a few minutes. Recalling the choreography that he had been practicing for the last two days and he believed that he would finally get it down today.
Hangyeom played Chocolate Legs by Eric Benet through his phone. Allowing his body to move along with the music. His movements were very fluid, natural and this kind of dance suited Hangyeom. It has been eleven years since he started on this path to become an idol, and he loved it. He became emersed in the role developed into this dance. He could remember the days when his movements were stiff and carried no emotions, back when he first started eleven years ago and now everything had become so natural for him.
After running through the dance for about thirty minutes, Hangyeom decided to take his first break. Pausing the music and heading to his backpack, grabbing a water bottle and chugging it down.