"(Y/N)! Are you ready to go?" Tzuyu yelled. A few weeks after I moved in, they assigned me a roommate. She's ok, though, and significantly more organized than I am. Tzuyu is in vocal as well as Art. 

"No I'm not! I can't get this stupid zipper to work!" I yell back as I try not to fall. Tonight was a concert night and I have to be ready to rehearse in full concert attire in fifteen minutes. I have a piano solo at the concert as well as being a accompanist for all the choirs.

"Come on!"

"I'm coming Tzuyu! Shut up!"

We got to the concert hall where rehearsals were being held and I went backstage to get ready. 

"Hey, its (Y/N), right?" Someone asks. I whirl around and see Hoseok. 

"Oh, hey Hoseok, what are doing here?"

"I did some of the sets and I'm helping Taehyung run everything," he says, a smile beaming off his face. "You're playing tonight, right?"

I just nod. "Hey I need to go finish getting ready and get to rehearsal on time. Bye Hoseok, have a great show!"

I go to the performers' area and sit down, mentally preparing myself to perform. I take a drink of water and then I feel a set of arms around my shoulders and jump a little bit.

"Guess who?" A familiar voice says from behind me.

"Hmmm... wait I know! Hey Taehyung," I say, turning around and seeing a beaming Taehyung. "How are you?"

"I'm not the one performing, (Y/N). How are you?"

"I'm good, thanks for asking, Taehyung," I say back smiling.

"You're not nervous? And please, call me Tae, it's less of a mouthful," he says back. He is in a black shirt and jeans, good clothing for a stage director. Meanwhile, I am in a knee-length black lace dress and heels, with way more makeup on than I will ever wear in my lifetime normally.

"No, I have been performing my whole life on stages like this." It's true. Ever since my parents noticed that I was a prodigy, I have been performing.

"I have to go help get the men's choir organized, but have a good show (Y/N)!" Taehyung says, turning around and running when he realizes what time it is.

Him going to get the men's choir ready is my cue to go and get prepared in the wings to go onstage with them. I run to the wings where I wait for a few minutes, then go on and perform. Midway through the performance, I start to feel weak. Knowing that I must finish the performance, I keep playing until I can no longer see the keys, and I pass out.

------Yoongi's Perspective------

From my perspective on the choir risers, I can see the whole theatre. The pianist comes on stage and sits down. She looks vaguely familiar. She starts to play and I start to sing along with everybody else. Too late, it clicks. As (Y/N) falls over I rush to the piano to catch her. She slips out of my arms and onto the floor, and I immediately gather her into my arms.

------Jungkook's Perspective------

I come onto the stage and take my position on the highest riser. Because I'm tall, I'm in the back. I see (Y/N) come on to the stage and begin to play. I sing my heart out... until she falls.

------Namjoon's Perspective------

Together we sing. I have to say, we sound good as a group. Then something feels wrong, and (Y/N) collapses. I know she has to be ok, so I rush over.

------Jin's Perspective------

I take my spot at the front by the microphone. When (Y/N) starts play, I start singing. The song is simple really, and I let my voice soar. It falters, then stops, then turns to sobs, when she blacks out.

------(Y/N)'s Perspective------

As I fall, I feel a strong pair of arms wrap around me, stopping my fall. Then I can no longer feel anything at all.