<🎧 Song Recommendation: Cry Me A River by Justin Timberlake>
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(Room 4 — 11:40 PM)
"Man, my calves are still killing me," Max exclaimed as he walked out of the bathroom, its light bathing the previously dark room. "Marco is a sadist."
"He knows what he's doing," Julian's voice came from the other side. "But he was harsh today. Especially on you, Von."
Von laid on his back, staring at the dark ceiling. "He was kinda right though. I'm just not cut out for dancing."
"Don't worry about it," Max chirped. "Me and Julian can cover the front. We can hide you in the back formation! You just have to stand there and look handsome. That's a valid strategy!"
Max meant it as a comfort, but it was a useless proposal. That was exactly what Von couldn't afford to do. If he hid in the back, he would get zero screen time. If he got zero screen time, he wouldn't gain fans. If he didn't gain fans, he wouldn't get enough EXP.
