An hour went by with the Glee cast practicing their butt off trying to perfect the number. They had done the dance about four more times. Each time Ryan was catching some little mistakes in there that everyone was forgetting. He wished that he could just pick their best performance and move on but something inside of him told him that this number had to look perfect because it was one of their performances for Sectionals.
"Ugh, I'm so tired. Can we take a break Ryan? And how many more times are we gonna do this dance. I'm sick and tired of it!" Cory whined.
"Be patient Cory, and fine. Guys take a five minute break. Use it wisely!"
People from the cast could be heard cheering on finally getting some rest. They eagerly all went searching for their water bottles and sat down on the floor and near the fan to get some cool, fresh air. They all sat in groups complaining to one another about wanting this dance to be over.
"Ugh my legs hurt so bad from dancing. And I'm getting dizzy from all this spinning we have to do. I wish we could just finish and get this freaking dance over with!" Amber complained to Chris, who just nodded in response.
"Hey you ok white boy? You seem a little off. Are you sure you're feeling better?"
"Hmm? Oh yeah, I guess."
Amber took this time to observe Chris. His eyes were sleepy and he looked dead. He was as pale as snow even though Amber thought he couldn't get any paler. Apparently she was wrong. He had his hand across his stomach and he looked like he was going to throw up. And was it just her or did he look thinner?
"You guess? What's that supposed to mean?"
"I'm fine. I'm just really tired of this dance."
Amber looked at him suspiciously, "Tired of this dance or tired from the dance?"
"Both I guess," Chris sighed and put his head down to rest.
"Chris honey, you really don't look good. I peeked over at you when we were dancing and you looked like you were about to faint! Maybe you should sit down to rest the next time we dance again," Amber suggested.
Chris poked his head up from resting it on his hands. "I don't know Amber. I feel like I should just do it with you guys until we get it perfect. I don't think it will take that long. We're so close to getting it right though and I don't want to be missing from the shoot when you guys do get it right. I don't think Ryan will be too happy about that."
"Well I still think you should sit out... Anyways come closer. I want to see if you have a fever."
Chris scooted closer to Amber and let her touch his pale forehead. Amber's eyes almost popped out of her head when she felt how warm Chris's forehead was.
"Damn Chris! You're burning up!"
"The Tylenol is probably wearing off. I'll be fine though."
"Ok guys break is over! Get in your starting positions! I have a feeling that this time we will get it right. Who agrees with me?" Ryan asked enthusiastically.
A bunch of "yeah's" and "woo hoo's" could be heard from the cast.
Everyone then got up and went to their spot in the dance.
Amber took one last look at her best friend. She was really worried for him. He seriously looked like he was about to pass out. This scared her a lot.
"Alright guys," Ryan said with a smile. "Ready, set, and ACTION!"
Everyone put on a fake smile for the camera (they had done this too many times to put on a real smile) and started dancing.
Ryan sat in his usual seat looking at his cast dance. A huge smile was spread across his face. He was so happy for all of them. His eyes then went to Chris; his huge smile that he once had on his face started turning into a very worried frown. Ryan could tell that Chris looked miserable even though he was trying his best not to look what he was actually feeling. Ryan took notice how he looked so exhausted and was on the urge of fainting.
The number was almost done. Only about a minute left. The cast was at the part where the guys were spinning in circles hands in the air, and their girl partners were doing multiple cartwheels.
Come on Chris only thirty more seconds left. You can do this. You can manage. After this dance is over you can go home and rest! Chris thought to himself.
Chris squeezed his eyes shut. He was getting really dizzy from spinning so many times. Not to mention how he already felt nauseous from being sick.
Oh my God I'm gonna be sick! Chris swallowed trying to keep the bile in his throat down.
Now Chris desperately wanted this dance to be over. Just thirty more seconds remaining!
As Chris proceeded into the dance, he felt like he wouldn't be able to make it. He started feeling more lightheaded and nauseous. He felt like he was losing his vision. As Chris was finishing his last spins he stopped a little bit earlier than the others. He hovered for a bit and before he knew it, his eyes rolled in the back of his head and he hit the ground within seconds.