#but still churning out heartbreaking love songs like a pro

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wip modern au wangxian fic: lyricist! lan wangji and singer! wei wuxian

both of them are attending the same specialised music uni, but do not know each other (yet) due to having different specialisations and it being only the start of the year; lwj plays the guqin (obv), but also is in composing. wwx plays the dizi though he mainly does singing (could be geared towards contemporary music or traditional chinese operas, or both, tho a wwx who has the vocal ability to sing beijing opera would be so good.)

anyway lwj loves writing lyrics. its basically modern poetry and its his way of processing things. he doesn't really sing them, because he's had a teacher in the past sigh in disappointment when he was training for his aural exams, and he's terrified of how his voice sounds. it doesn't help that he absolutely doesn't sound the same when his voice is recorded.

he just posts it online under the user 'jaderabbit', and even tho there's no vocal to accompany the lyrics, just a couple tunes to hint at the melody/ chorus, and people love it. he gets a huge following online.

so one day, when he frequents his usual cafe to get work done, he's a little miffed to find out there's a makeshift stage in the middle. the barista tells him some local band is performing a gig for a charity event, and lwj resigns himself to having to leave early.

he's finishing up his work and getting ready to leave when a young man shows up fashionably late in helping set up the instruments for the performance and deflects all the complaints from his band with a wide smile, evidently the singer from the way he'd walked in without any equipment whatsoever. for some reason definitely not because of that young man, lwj is compelled to stay for a bit. people trickle into the cafe, and a small audience grows.

an easy smile graces the features of that young man, and he cheerfully greets and thanks the audience before casually announcing the lineup for the evening.

lwj wonders why the song titles seem to familiar when the singer announces that all the songs are from the popular songwriter online, jaderabbit. the man sings it beautifully; its everything lwj's imagined his songs to be sung.

he goes home slightly shocked, because he never expected to hear someone singing his songs.

unfortunately or fortunately for him, he realises this man is one of the few who also specialises in traditional chinese instruments the next day when they're gathered for a combined class critique. after the lesson, the he comes up to lwj to compliment his playing, bc he rarely sees anyone play the guqin.

lwj almost combusts on the spot.

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The Precious Diamond on the Swing

Summary: The swings at the local park always had a special place in both Kirishima and his daughter’s heart. 

Author’s Note: Hello everyone! I’m pleased to share with you all my seventh story for @bnhabookclub​’s Hero Camp Bingo event. This story is my second longest and the bingo prompt used was “Domestic.” I actually hit bingo :D! However, the event is still not over until August 31st. Hopefully I can churn out another two bingo stories. 

Anyways, it’s been a while since I wrote something for Kirishima. When I saw the prompt, my mind went for him and I started brainstorming. This was the end result. Please note: Kirishima is a pro-hero and father! 

I hope you all enjoy :) 

Word Count: 3K+

Puffy white clouds floated leisurely across the peaceful blue sky. The sun’s rays burst through the clouds, basking the quiet playground under a soft glow. A two-year-old boy explored the gigantic sandbox with his father perched at the edge. Three friends chased each other by the jungle gym, their laughter lingering in the warm spring air.

Ishiko Kirishima was not interested in the sandbox nor the jungle gym. Instead, she cared for the lovely swing-set that sat at the far corner of the playground. Kirishima parked the stroller by the fence and carried his eight-month-old daughter toward the swings. There were only two seats, both colored red and sturdy as a metal plank.

“You’ll take a seat on daddy’s lap, princess,” Kirishima cooed, securing his massive arm around Ishiko’s tiny frame. Her chubby fingers curled eagerly against Kirishima’s hand. In her left grasp was the baby’s favorite silicone teether—a shark toy from Red Riot’s baby collection; unsurprisingly, it was covered in drool. She shoved it back in her mouth to continue her mindless chewing.

“Don’t swing too fast, okay?”

“I won’t, hun, she’s in good hands!”

Kirishima flashed you his signature smile and bounced his knee to get his baby girl excited. You stood on the side with your phone, ready to take endless pictures. Kicking his foot back, Kirishima gently rocked the swing to start the fun. Soon he swung to the rhythm of his heartbeat in hopes of not overwhelming his daughter.

“Oh my gosh, she’s loving it!” You squealed, snapping pictures of Ishiko’s adorable smile. A gurgled laugh rang into the air, and Kirishima’s heart swelled when he heard it. The sound was merely innocent, just like her soul. Kirishima held his daughter closer as he added an extra kick to the swing’s pace.

“Of course she loves it!” Kirishima beamed down at Ishiko. “My little princess is the most manliest baby in this park. She’s not afraid of a little swing!”

Kirishima refused to stop the joyride. If the swings made Ishiko happy, then he’ll gladly swing for all eternity. His numb butt would just have to deal with it.

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“Ishiko!”

Kirishima’s red eyes searched through the massive jungle gym for his little girl. Her giggles echoed from a tunnel, and she scurried across the wobbly wooden bridge. Kirishima’s hand playfully tried to nab her through the free space between the columns. A lopsided grin stretched on his face as Ishiko jumped away from his claws. Eventually, the five-year-old stopped squirming and grabbed the thin pillars to hold herself still.

“Daddy, you are silly!”

“I can be even more silly!” He lurched forward to tickle the girl’s stomach. She giggled loud enough for everyone in the block to hear. Kirishima shifted the book-bag that was sliding down his shoulder. “C’mon, princess, we have to go. Mommy is almost coming home, and we want to surprise her, right?”

“No!”

“Princess…”

“I wanna keep playing!”

Kirishima bit his lip, glancing around the nearly empty playground for an answer. A lightbulb went off in his head when he spotted something. He smiled, “Ishiko, do you want me to push you on the swings?”

That got her attention as she flew down the maze-like jungle gym like no tomorrow. She made a break toward the swing-set, her worn-out sneakers pounding the pavement. Kirishima ran after Ishiko while shaking his head. She wasted no time climbing on the seat, her tiny legs swaying back and forth to a song she heard at school.

Ishiko chirped, “Push me, daddy!”

“Okay, but hold on tight,” he said, pulling the swing back. Kirishima let go and watched as Ishiko went forward. His hand pushed lightly on the girl’s back. At first, it was not so bad keeping up with the pace. Except, Ishiko demanded to go faster. Kirishima pursed his lips, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, daddy! I wanna be a bird!”

“Fine, but only for a few minutes. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Yay!”

Kirishima pushed a little harder. His nerves disappeared when he heard Ishiko’s delightful squeals coming and going with each swing that passed him. A soft grin appeared on his face as he saw how carefree Ishiko looked. Something about her laugh and smile made him feel so content, as if he was floating in the clouds above. It helped him forget about the never-ending stress and chaos that came with his hero work. None of that existed whenever he was with his daughter.

Lost in his thoughts, Kirishima blinked when Ishiko shouted, “I can reach the sky, daddy!”

His daughter’s left hand let go of the chain to grab the clouds. She lost her balance mid-air and fell forward. Kirishima shifted into hero mode, rushing to save his little girl, but was too late; she hit the ground face first. Panic rushed through his veins as he scrambled down to his knees, bracing himself for the worst.

However, his shaky hands stilled when he saw a crystallized arm. Kirishima carefully turned Ishiko’s body around and sighed in relief when confused eyes stared back at him. She glanced down, her mouth in awe at the light bouncing off her arms. Kirishima traced his finger along the visible lines across her diamond face; he was speechless at the new revelation.

“Daddy…what’s going on?” Ishiko was afraid, and Kirishima immediately comforted her with a bear hug.

“Oh, Ishiko, are you okay?!” The likelihood of finding any scratches or injuries was close to none, but his parental anxiety was off the charts. Out of instinct, Kirishima tried brushing her hair, except it was solid as well. Bringing her to his chest, he exhaled, “Oh honey, you scared me, but I’m glad you’re not hurt.”

“Why do I feel hard?”

“It’s your quirk, princess!”

“My…quirk?” Ishiko pulled away to examine her hands. Her fingers sparkled under the sun’s rays, and she giggled. Looking up, she beamed, “I got my quirk! I feel hard like you, daddy! Look, look!”

Kirishima nearly burst out into tears of joy.

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“Don’t worry, hun, I’ll take care of dinner,” Kirishima soothed your nerves. You called him saying you’ll be stuck at work for another hour. A massive business deal had gone sour due to some miscommunication. Your team was trying to salvage it, and you stepped away from the madness to apologize to your husband about coming home late.

Kirishima hugged the grocery bag in his grasp. The walking-man appeared, and he crossed the street with a grin. “Besides, I’m gonna cook a delicious meal for my favorite two darlings! If anything, I call this a win.”

The call was cut short when you had an urgent meeting to attend. Kirishima said a quick ‘love you’ before hanging up. He took a cheerful step. Kirishima always admired your unwavering dedication and confidence. No challenge was too daunting for you, closing business deals with ease despite some hiccups. Kirishima was lucky to be your husband and have you as Ishiko’s mother. You were an incredible role-model to her. As a result, your daughter was growing up to be much like you—resilient, driven, and independent.

The last one was very much true.

Kirishima understood this was bound to happen. Ishiko was growing up, turning thirteen two weeks ago. But he silently wished she didn’t grow up too fast. The pro hero missed taking Ishiko to the neighborhood park, watching his little diamond—a new nickname after her quirk manifested eight years ago—playing in the sandbox or jungle gym.

He especially missed pushing her on the swing.  

Turning around the corner, Kirishima passed by the park that swam in his thoughts. He casually glanced to his left and stopped when he saw Ishiko. She was sitting on the swing, sliding her shoes on the ground. Three friends from school were with her chatting up a storm. One of them felt Kirishima’s gaze and let Ishiko know.  

The teenager jogged toward her father. She greeted, “Hey, dad. I see mom called you.”

“Yup, I’m on dinner duty tonight!” He went into a heroic pose, puffing out his chest. Ishiko groaned in embarrassment. Kirishima laughed, “Oh c’mon, you love it when I do the poses!”

“Yeah, when I was like seven,” Ishiko snorted, rolling her eyes. Kirishima feigned being hurt, and his daughter shook her head. “I’ll be home in ten minutes to help you out with dinner.”

“Oh, honey, you don’t have to do that—”

“But I want to help.”

“Well,” Kirishima scratched the back of his head, “I can’t argue with that.”

Ishiko beamed and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. She ran back to her friends, and took her seat at the swing. Suddenly, the sun broke through the clouds. Kirishima was mesmerized at the soft glow shining down at Ishiko; she was radiant, and her glorious smile made the flowers bloom.

Out of nowhere, Kirishima was staring at Ishiko except she was five again. A wave of nostalgia hit him like a bullet train. She was soaring high on the swing, her contagious laughter melting his heart in seconds. The bright sun blinded his eyes, and he blinked—the little girl was gone. He was back in the present with Ishiko swinging lightly in the distance.

Kirishima held back his tears.  

His precious diamond was growing up.

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There were a lot of “firsts” when it came to raising children.

First baby steps, first baby tooth falls off, the first day of school, first crush—the list went on and on. Except none of them hurt Kirishima so much like Ishiko’s first heartbreak.

She returned home from U.A. for the weekend with disheartening eyes that shrunk the pro hero’s giddy smile. Ishiko didn’t utter a word as she stormed into her old room, slamming the door behind her. It shook the entire house and left Kirishima confused. Narrowing his eyes, he stood up from the couch to figure out what was wrong, but you laid a gentle hand on his arm.

“Give her some space, Eiji.”

“But she’s upset!”

“Which is why she needs to be alone,” you said, giving him a quick squeeze. Kirishima sent a longing gaze at the doorway. Sighing, he begrudgingly plopped down on the sofa. You snuggled closer to your brooding husband, planting a kiss on his cheek. “I know it’s hard, but she’ll let us know what’s bothering her when she’s ready. Although, I think I already have an idea…”

“Which is?”

“First heartbreak.” Kirishima went stiff at the answer. You rested your head on his shoulder and mumbled, “Those eyes don’t lie.”

Ishiko didn’t leave her room for a while. Kirishima decided to buy some ingredients to make Ishiko’s favorite meal for dinner. He hoped it would cheer her up, even for just a little bit. When he returned home, you mentioned that Ishiko stepped out for some fresh air at the local playground. Kirishima dropped the grocery bags and flew out the door without looking back.

The glowing sun slowly sank behind the houses sitting in the distance. A vibrant golden and amber color illuminated across the cloudless sky, blessing the neighborhood with a peaceful scenery. Kirishima nearly snorted at the ironic mood.

He skidded to a halt when he arrived at the entrance. An old couple was strolling around, but Kirishima searched for his daughter. The hero found her sitting on the swing with drooped shoulders and a bowed head. Both of Kirishima’s fists clenched at the young girl’s presence. However, he swallowed his anger as it wasn’t the right time.

His baby was hurt and needed comfort.

So, Kirishima treaded carefully to the swings. Ishiko’s head twitched when she heard soft footsteps, and peeked at the familiar shoes standing by the small entrance. Kirishima approached the quivering girl, resting his large hand on her shoulder. Ishiko finally looked up at her father with puffy red eyes—she was crying again.

“C’mon here, princess,” Kirishima whispered, his arms opening up for support. Ishiko’s face crashed into his chest as her arms wrapped around him. She wept loudly, the tears staining his shirt although Kirishima didn’t care. He simply hugged her tighter and rubbed circles on her back, murmuring, “It’s okay, daddy’s got you.”

He never let go.

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A small ball of light gleamed in the sky. It grew more prominent in size, the sun’s rays glowing behind the houses and trees on the quiet streets. Everyone was sound asleep except for Kirishima—he was enjoying his daily morning run. Staying in tip-top shape was necessary for the pro hero, especially for a middle-aged man like himself. But he was still energetic as ever, which put a few young heroes to shame.

Kirishima came to a slow stop after reaching his goal for today. He wiped the sweat off his forehead with a satisfied grin. The street was bathed under the sun’s soft glow, and Kirishima strolled back home. He couldn’t wait to take a nice warm shower before heading to work today.

As usual, Kirishima walked by the neighborhood park. However, he paused when his eyes noticed someone by the swings. Blinking twice, he realized it was Ishiko. A puzzled look crossed his face, and he walked toward her.

“Hey, honey, whatcha doing up so early?”

“Just watching the sunrise, that’s all,” she answered softly, almost afraid to wake up anyone. Her left hand gripped the chain while the other rested on her lap. Kirishima arched an eyebrow, but said nothing.

The hero took a seat on the empty swing beside his daughter. He then followed her gaze at the rising sun.

A peaceful silence settled between the father-daughter duo. Some birds were finally awake, their wings flapping to find breakfast for the day. A small chirp caught Ishiko’s attention. There was a nest sitting high on the tree’s thick branch, and a baby bird was by the edge. It seemed old enough to fly on its own, but appeared hesitant to leave the nest.

“Dad…” Kirishima stared at his daughter, hearing her voice crack a little. Ishiko met his gaze and sighed, “Do you ever feel…nervous? Like, so much to the point that you can’t sleep?”  

“Many times,” he hummed truthfully, and fondly remembered when you were pregnant with Ishiko. He was a mess as the due date inched closer, and jittered like a frantic cat when your water broke at three in the morning. The corner of his mouth curled in amusement at the memory. He gently asked, “What’s on your mind, princess?”

“The hero exchange program.” Ishiko’s feet drag themselves on the ground, her head slightly low. “I know this is an amazing opportunity. I get to work alongside an incredible American pro hero and their team and maybe learn some new skills. But I feel…scared.”

Kirishima stayed quiet. Ishiko’s hand curled tighter on her lap as she quivered, “I’ll be living on the other side of the world for a year. Everyone I know will stay here—including you and mom. I have never been so far away from you guys in my life. I guess it’s finally sinking in now that I’m leaving this Friday.”

“It’s always hard facing the unknown,” Kirishima started, his posture straightens up. “You don’t know what’s going to happen, but you can always count on yourself to get through it. I know you can. You’ve always been strong and courageous, Ishiko.”

He pulled out his cellphone to show her a particular photo. It was the one you took many years ago when Ishiko was only eight months old. She was sitting on Kirishima’s lap, and on the very same swing she swayed right now.

Kirishima chuckled, “No matter how fast I rocked, you never cried.”

“That’s ‘cause you were holding me.”

“True,” he shrugged as the sun peeked through the trees. “But then you started sitting on your own. I’d push you as high and fast as I could. Eventually, you began to swing on your own. No matter what, you’d let out the most precious laughs every time you reached the sky. You were so confident with yourself that I smiled from the sides.”

Tears glistened in Kirishima’s eyes once the floodgates opened. All of his memories with Ishiko came crashing with a force that not even his unbreakable form could resist. Ishiko mirrored her father’s emotional reaction, little sniffles echoing into the early morning hours. Kirishima soon reached out to squeeze her hand—a tender, but powerful gesture.

“Your mother and I are so proud of who you’ve become,” Kirishima choked out a smile, caressing his thumb on her skin. “We raised you to be a formidable young woman who carries her strength with grace. I know you’ll stand confidently wherever you go. But I’ll always be in your heart if you ever need a little push.”

Ishiko wiped away her tears, standing up to hug her father. Kirishima met her halfway and pulled his daughter into a warm embrace. He raised her, protected her, and held her for eighteen years. She was a constant presence in his life, a ray of light shining brighter than any star in the universe. Despite the pain in his heart, Kirishima realized it was time to let go of his precious diamond to the whole world.

Yet, no matter how old Ishiko becomes, she will forever remain Kirishima’s little girl in his eyes.

“Hey, dad?” A deep hum rumbled through his chest. She pulled away and flashed him a faint smile. The following question made his heart stop when he heard: “Can you push me on the swing?”

After his shock, he grinned, “Of course.”

Ishiko eagerly hopped on the swing as if she were five years old again. The sun basked the entire park under its golden blanket, waking up the flowers from their deep slumber. Kirishima pulled his daughter back before giving a soft push to start the swing. The little bird in the nest chirped and flapped its wings. Soon it took the ultimate step to leave the nest, soaring proudly in the air filled with Ishiko’s innocent laughter.

Kirishima continued pushing his daughter on the swing. He once promised to gladly swing with her as a little baby. Now he’ll keep that promise by pushing her forever if it made her happy.

His sore arm would just have to deal with it.

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“SNL” gives voice to the military dog that helped take down an ISIS leader. A previous version of this video mislabeled “Dancing with the Stars.” USA TODAY

This story discusses the results of week 8 on “Dancing With the Stars.” Don’t read if you don’t want to know.

There was something in the air in Monday’s Episode 8 of “Dancing With the Stars.”

There was clear frustration over Sean Spicer, the perpetual dance underachiever and fan underdog story. The former White House press secretary drew sharper-than-normal criticism from the judges — who seem to be tiring as fans continue to overrule their low scores and bring Spicer back on the dance competition with their votes.

Meanwhile, most of the other dancers stepped up to another level, as the judges handed out the first perfect score of the season, a 10, and proceeded to throw 10 scores around like they were candy with each successive stunning number.

But who went home at night’s end? Read on.

What happened last week: Sean Spicer’s Frankenstein scares on Halloween Night

Sean Spicer and Jenna Johnson

Sean Spicer went into the water with his dance, featuring pro dancer Jenna Johnson. (Photo: Kelsey McNeal, ABC)

Spicer took a step back last week with his Frankenstein dance, which was drubbed by the judges. This week, more bad news as Spicer was dealt an additional setback when his pro partner, Lindsay Arnold, had to pull out of the competition at the eleventh hour due to a death in the family. Her best friend Jenna Johnson filled in for Arnold, and Spicer dedicated the dance to his grieving partner. The naval reservist danced what he knows, with his jazz number to “Come Sail Away.” He even donned a colorful sailor outfit. 

There was the usual Spicer effort over poor dancing, the never-fading smile, this time with jazz hands. But the judges are running out of ways to pan his routines.

“We keep throwing you out of the boat, and the viewers keep throwing a lifeline,” said judge Len Goodman. “The mermaid had better feet than you.” Goodman ended the critique with his usual mantra of respecting Spicer’s effort.

“Dory in ‘Finding Nemo’ has a better sense of direction,” said judge Bruno Tonioli before giving the admitted nondancer encouragement. “When it comes to fish out of water, nobody does it better.”

Only judge Carrie Ann Inaba gave positive feedback saying, “I’m proud of you and I hope Lindsay is proud of you.” She gave a 7, matched by Goodman. Tonioli gave the lowest 6 score, putting Spicer immediately at the bottom of the leaderboard.

Total score: 20/30

Lauren Alaina and Gleb Savchenko

Gleb Savchenko and Lauren Alaina went back in time for their spirited number. (Photo: Kelsey McNeal, ABC)

Alaina showed a positively ’50s vibe with her jive to Elvis Presley’s “Hound Dog.” She started out like an uberconfident teenybopper, shimmying with a ponytail and bright pink heels. But during the routine Alaina faltered, standing still on the dance floor until she found the steps. The judges noticed.

“The King himself would have loved the performance,” said Tonioli. “It really had the ’50s feels, bright, optimistic. But you made three mistakes.” 

Goodman noted that “the competition is getting so intense and there was a few mistakes. I’m just hoping tonight isn’t ‘Heartbreak Hotel,’ because you deserve to be in the competition.”

Alaina took the criticism and teared up before getting the scores. The marks were remarkably high (straight 8s) considering the falter.

Total score: 24/30

Kel Mitchell and Witney Carson

Mitchell has been stepping up in the competition and continued to show utter dance floor mastery with his salsa to “This is How We Do It.” He was so confident that he mouthed the opening words as he danced solo and then proceeded to lead the entire way, twirling Carson around the floor. She ended up draped around his left leg.

“You’re on a roll. There was plenty of junk in the trunk, those hips were moving,” said Goodman. “You were large and in charge.” 

Tonioli called the triumphant routine “a star turn,” praising Mitchell’s solo dancing. “You are the main attraction.” He backed it up by giving the duo the first perfect 10 score of the season. Goodman and Inaba gave 9s and Mitchell celebrated.

“I’m feeling so good, that’s all I can say,” he said. (The duo were further aided with two points from a dance-off.)

Final score, with bonus 29/30

Ally Brooke and pro Sasha Farber 

Brooke owned her paso doble to her own song, “Higher.” She had her game face on (as well as a stunning silver dress) and started singing behind a large microphone. Then she began the dance with Farber, working her long metallic skirt like a disco-loving matador going in for the kill. Farber spun Brooke out dramatically across the dance floor in the final moment and the crowd went wild. The judges followed the excitement.

“Excuse me, Miss Silver Lightning,” yelled Tonioli. “There was a moment where she was not just dancing, she was conducting the orchestra.”

“Right now you just proved to me that you are a freaking superstar,” said Inaba. “My mind is blown.”

The judges gave their first perfect scores. All 10s. Brooke broke out into happy tears backstage.

Final score: 30/30

Hannah Brown and Alan Bersten

Alan Bersten and Hannah Brown go all-American. (Photo: Kelsey McNeal, ABC)

After last week’s zombie prom queen, where the “Bachelorette” star mocked her beauty queen past, Brown went back to embracing everything about her Alabama roots. Her quickstep to “American Girl” was light and perfectly executed with a beauty queen smile that never faltered, all with an American flag lit up on the board behind her. Brown ended the jubilant number with her arms in the air as fireworks went off behind her. The judges were also lit up.

“That was a game-changer,” said Tonioli, saying the action through her feet was just beautiful. “You were in orbit.”

Inaba, who has been a tough critic, gave Brown a hug. “You were openhearted,” said Inaba. “I’m so proud of you; that was the comeback of the season.” The two judges gave 10 scores, with Goodman giving a 9. 

Total score: 31/30

Kate Flannery and pro Pasha Pashkov

Kate Flannery kicked off a tribute dance with Pasha Pashkov. (Photo: Kelsey McNeal, ABC)

“The Office” star was in trouble last week, in the bottom two and spared by the judges. Flannery paid tribute to her sister Nancy, who died of cancer the week that Flannery found out she was going to be on the reality show. She dedicated the number to “the joy and the pride of being Nancy’s sister.” The dance to “Heatwave” lacked any sense of sadness, as the ponytail-wearing Flannery kicked out in red, black and white patterned pajamas and a beaming, pro-actress smile. The judges noted a few out-of-sync steps, however. A potentially fatal falter.

“I felt that celebration,” said Inaba. “I’m sure your sister Nancy is watching.”

“That is such a joyful performance,” said Goodman. “It’s not your best, but certainly not your worst.”

Flannery received straight 8s from the judges. (The couple received two bonus points during a dance-off.)

Total score: 26/30

James Van Der Beek and Emma Slater

The talented Van Der Beek brought full drama to his contemporary dance, with his shirt unbuttoned to his navel, his hair slicked back and a dreamy look in his eyes. A giant, cloudy moon floated on the screen behind him as fog machines churned. The “Dawson’s Creek” star and Slater rolled through “Don’t Stop Believing,” pulling off complicated move after complicated move together. One Van Der Beek lift had him spinning while holding up Slater by the hips. It had the judges floored and his family crying in the audience.

Goodman said the dance was “like a good book” that had people guessing what was going to happen next. “And I think you’re going to find it has a happy ending.”

“We have never seen an exquisite lift with such fluidity” said an emotional Inaba, who said the dance showed “pure artistry in motion.”

The judges gave their second perfect score of the night, all 10s. 

Total score: 30/30

So what happened?

After a spirited bonus dance-off, the business of elimination got serious. To cut any drama, Sean and Jenna were the first couple spared, so Spicer’s nondance winning streak continues. Hannah and Alan were also quickly pulled out of danger.

In the end, the final two couples were Ally and Sasha, with their perfect scores, along with Kate and Pasha. It was pretty clear where this was going, even with the judges upset with the final result.

Inaba summed it up saying she was “confused” and “irritated” that she had to ax Kate and Pasha. Tonioli delivered the final blow, sending the couple home for good.

But Flannery was undaunted, smiling broadly and lifting her hands in the air in joy for a successful run. She was carried off the dance floor by the other dancers.

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