I don't know if we have anything, but this moment.
-The Artist.

1.20.13

"Woah...," his eyes went big as he viewed the intense dancing. He unconsciously moved his arms to the beat, admiring the rookie group, "Maybe, maybe I can do that one day."

He pictured himself dancing alongside them: the bright lines shining down, the sweat covering him, the cheers of the crowd, and the adrenaline rushing through him. He could, he would be good enough. Just not today.

The tea kettle began to whistle as his mom rushed towards it, "Turn off the TV. It wastes the electricity, which wastes money, hon." She continued to ran around the kitchen, trying to prepare dinner.

Yeonjun took one last glance towards the hip-hop boys, admiring their stage presence before turning it off.

One day, one day, that will be me.