Some tips: If you want to practice kpop dances to make your moves more sharper and better use the slowed version like this to practice getting better! It works!! 💕
This song is Ryujin era but the lyrics fits Chaeryeong and Lia so much. As the song explain that they don't to be someone else other than them self to be perfect
This is really good. I feel like this is really good when you're trying to dance to a kpop song and I feel like this could kind of help you a bit. It's my opinion but overall it's really good.
Pov. Your a demon is hell for being murderous on Earth. You became a kpop idol in hell ( dunno how that works lmao) All the angels telling you you shouldve came over heaven for being so talented and beautiful and become a idol for angels but you refused. At a Angel-Devil Concert the angels performed first as they think theyre always first. At the end of your performance, all angels except the extra good ones, turned against Heaven. Bad pov but dance break hits different
I don’t know why but why does this sound like the intro of a ghost movie and one by one singing and introducing themselves and opening and popping out of doors- please tell me I am not the only one who is thinking of this-
There are are only three wannabes that should exist: Spice Girls - Wannabe Itzy - Wannabe Golden Child - Wannabe, I apologize for not adding this. I didn't know about this group guys, I'm really sorry.
2:41 : Imagine yourself entering a club as a spy disguised as a normal person. The lights flash in your eyes. You are looking into the crowd, searching for the drug mafia you were told to kill. Amidst so many people, you make eye contact with one person, watching you from a distance. Someone walks past you, drunkenly so, causing you to stumble a bit. You look back at the stranger to see him still watching your every move. You raise your eyebrow at him, and he smirks. You watch him standing up and putting his right hand inside his jacket. 2:55 : Suddenly, you realize his all too familiar stance and put your hand in the back pocket of your jeans, reaching for your gun. But..... it's not there? That's when you watch the "drunk guy" from before, standing beside the drug mafia, playing with your gun. Your cover is blown, you have been caught, you have lost your weapon and this guy is surely gonna kill you and all these innocent people in here too. You have failed at your job and can't save anyone now. The world seems to be in slow motion as the drug mafia pulls out his gun and shoots the ceiling, causing everyone to panic and run away. 3:12 : You stand confidently in front of him, smirking as the club is almost empty except for you and the drug mafia. The music is still playing as he aims the gun at you. You slowly start backing away from him. Your left hand reaches for your right hand's wrist. You press the button in your wristwatch as the drug mafia starts counting. "1" .... "2" .... "3!" 3:34 : You shout and run away as your gun explodes in the guy's hands, triggering all of the alcohol nearby to light up on flames. You walk out of the club, smirking with a proud feeling in your chest. Well, the gun was never meant for shooting anyway and it was a part of your plan to 'blow' your cover. You never fail a mission anyway. Hehe hope y'all liked it
why does this sounds like someone is having a mental breakdown and while crying they’re trying to convince themselves that they’re enough as who they are... my mind is a bit weird i’d say :)
POV: Your a professional dancer and working on a really good choreograph. Your manager comes in saying that you will become a singer then a dancer. Since your company paid really good money, and helped you keep you house, you agreed. After a while you started to miss dancing and did it in secret. Soon one of the staffs caught you dancing and told your manager. The manager asked “what are you doing? You aren’t supposed to be dancing!” You reply “ *It’s none of your business, I do my own business.* “ Your manager doesn’t want you to dance and drags you out the dance room. You push him away and yell “ *I WANNA BE ME!* “
