THE DAY OF THE PRE-SHOW
I smiled back while looking at the crowed despite the want to breakdown on the spot at the moment. If I wasn't holding the hands of my teammate, the shaking would be very obvious. My hands were cold and sweating, my body was felt nowhere and my brain was dead. I didn't dare to look back at the others as I know that I would only meet a few pairs of eyes that would held the same pity and worry since we started to get connected. I looked at my teammates who were doing the same thing as me. Waving at the audience with proud smiles and gleaming desires and will. The only difference is that mine was forced and theirs were genuine. They all looked back at me with the same smile and I, again forced a smile.
