Even when she has time to herself, Yume would always find something in her songs to practice. The level of dedication she had to perfecting her performances was almost inhuman, so much so that she couldn't always ask for her backup dancers and partners to continuously practice with her. Heck, even the company didn't allow her to stay too long in the dance studio to practice!
So, dressed in her casual clothes--which was kind of unusual for the young popstar--Yume carried her stereo player on her shoulder to a deserted patch somewhere in the training grounds. She timed it so that most, if not all, of the Academy goers had returned home; and for further safety measure, picked a spot within the still standing trees instead of the cleared out training area. Satisfied with her practice area of choice, the idol placed down her music player and pressed play.
The sound of her own voice didn't bother her anymore. It had taken at least half a year when she started to get used to how... not her... she sounded. Now, it was just as part of her as she hears her voice in her own head. The song played with upbeat energy as Yume went through her routine. At one point of the song, she was supposed to dance with a male partner. There wasn't anyone here to help her out of course, so within this deserted training spot, Yume took the risk and created a faceless mannequin (clone) to dance with. Her expression did not seem to match the peppiness of the song however; she was much more focused on getting the moves right before considering her stage presence.
So, dressed in her casual clothes--which was kind of unusual for the young popstar--Yume carried her stereo player on her shoulder to a deserted patch somewhere in the training grounds. She timed it so that most, if not all, of the Academy goers had returned home; and for further safety measure, picked a spot within the still standing trees instead of the cleared out training area. Satisfied with her practice area of choice, the idol placed down her music player and pressed play.
The sound of her own voice didn't bother her anymore. It had taken at least half a year when she started to get used to how... not her... she sounded. Now, it was just as part of her as she hears her voice in her own head. The song played with upbeat energy as Yume went through her routine. At one point of the song, she was supposed to dance with a male partner. There wasn't anyone here to help her out of course, so within this deserted training spot, Yume took the risk and created a faceless mannequin (clone) to dance with. Her expression did not seem to match the peppiness of the song however; she was much more focused on getting the moves right before considering her stage presence.
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