"무쑰건 μ¦κ²¨λ΄~ β«"
You.. Must admit, if you wheren't in a life or death situation that you where losingβyou'd be on your knee's for this man in seconds from that line.
"μ€λ μ΄ μκ° , λ€μλ μ€μ§ μμβΌ β¬"
Lyney's performance was nothing short of memorizing, everyones eyes where on him. He approached closer to you, reaching out for you as if he was singing for you.. Moreso for you to lose your memory of the lyrics.
"νΈλ₯΄λ₯Έ μ‘°λͺ μ λ΄ λμ κ°μ§λ½νκ³ βΌ β«"
You where stressed, that wasn't a lie. You barely made it through the last round, you barely made it.
"λͺ¨λ μκ³ μ¦κ²¨λ΄ !! β«" The audiences excited and depraved singing grew louder, the pressure thickening around you like a fog. You're heart was racing, and your guitars stings quickened their pace.
You had to focus, to win, to live.
So many people died for you to have this moment.
"λͺ¨λ μκ³ μ¦κ²¨λ΄ , λμΉμ§ λ§ μ΄ μκ° , ννλ λ¨κΈ°μ§ λ§μ ."
And just like that, you're fate was sealed. Lyney hummed, watching as the board scored you both, dancing from 97% to 16% to 87%.. And.. His? His score made you want to fucking run and scream.