17 | live tension

LIVE TENSION

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The adrenaline was still buzzing in Diana's veins. She could practically feel it thrumming through her fingers as she pressed her hands against her cheeks, the smile that had been plastered there since the judges' scores refusing to fade. The ballroom had been deafening, the lights blinding, the music still echoing in her head. Not only had they pulled it off, they'd scored their highest yet.

Backstage was its own kind of chaos. Crew members with headsets bustled by with clipboards and walkie-talkies, dancers in glittering costumes ran to quick-change booths, and props were rolled in and out like clockwork. But within the whirlwind, Diana found her little bubble of celebration.

Dani was the first to rush over, pulling her into a tight hug. "D! You guys killed it out there!" Dani squealed, swaying her side to side. "I'm seriously so proud."

Diana laughed, hugging Dani back. "You're the best hype woman ever, you know that?"

"Not hype, just facts," Dani grinned, giving her one more squeeze before stepping back.

Before anything else could be said, stagehands were already motioning for her to get ready for her next number. Diana blew out a breath, nodded, and hurried toward the changing area.

Her next look was waiting for her—her Daywalker costume. She peeled off the cheer uniform, still buzzing with sweat, and slipped into the sleek white, red, and gold outfit.

The makeup team added gold glitter to her eyes and cheeks, and a stylist secured her hair into a sleek half-up look, then dusted a fine shimmer of gold over her hair.

By the time she stepped back into the hallway, she barely recognized herself.

And the first to notice was Malachi.

He was already in full Victor mode—black and red leather layered with heavy silver chains, dark eyeliner sharpening his features, and the ends of his hair dipped in crimson. It was unfair how easily he fit the vampire aesthetic. He leaned casually against the wall but straightened when he saw her.

"You..." he tilted his head, giving her a once-over with a grin, "...look like you just walked off set. No lie. It's uncanny."

Diana laughed, heat creeping to her cheeks as she pressed her palms against her pants. "That's sort of the point, right?"

"Still," he said, lowering his voice, "costume team nailed it. I mean it, Sinclair—you look incredible."

She smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Thanks. And you—" she waved vaguely at his ensemble, "you scream edgy vampire."

Malachi chuckled, flashing a smile. "I'll take that as a compliment."

Before Diana could reply, Freya appeared, striding over with her Nova costume glittering under the stage lights. Her hair was slicked back, flecked with gold glitter that seemed to glow every time she moved. She looked radiant—like she'd walked out of a celestial dream.

"Okay, wow! Look at us," Freya said, giving Diana a once-over before looping an arm through hers. "Twins."

Malachi's eyebrows shot up, his eyes darting between the two girls. He tilted his head, considering them with a mock-serious expression. "You know what? You're not wrong. You two could totally be sisters."

Ezra came jogging over then, already in his vampire costume, faux-leather jacket swishing as he moved. He slipped between Malachi and Diana with an exaggerated pose. "Okay, but if we're talking lookalikes," he said, throwing an arm over Malachi's shoulder, "tell me we couldn't pass as brothers. C'mon, it's uncanny. Fans are gonna eat this up."

Diana snorted immediately, shaking her head.

"What?!" Ezra feigned offense, clutching his chest. "You're saying this face and this face"—he gestured dramatically between himself and Malachi—"don't give sibling energy?"

"In your dreams, sure," Diana deadpanned, though she was laughing as Malachi smirked and elbowed Ezra lightly.

"Sorry, man," Malachi teased. "She's right."

Ezra groaned dramatically. "Fine. Guess I'll be the mysterious cousin no one talks about."

Before Diana could fire back, Mk jogged up, dressed head to toe in deep vampire colors—red, black, silver, his Vargas costume sharp and menacing. He gave Diana and Ezra a once-over and let out a low chuckle. "Alright, Daywalker and Vampire."

"Thank you," Diana said with a grin, giving a little spin to show off the gold accents.

"You two look like you could be the alternate versions of Nova and Victor," Mk added with a laugh.

Ezra smirked, "Y'all better watch out, we're coming for your jobs." He pulled Diana into his side and the blonde nodded with a smile.

"Keep dreaming," Freya shot back playfully.

"Oh, we could totally do it," Diana said and the turned to Ezra and nodded. The two reenacted the choreo for Place To Be, singing as they did it.

Malachis brows furrowed, "Did you two practice that?" He asked with a confused laugh.

The two pros just shrugged with smiles.

The Descendants crew arrived just then, filling the hallway with even more energy. Kylie swept in first, her Red costume blazing scarlet under the lights. Malia followed, regal as Chloe in a glittering blue-and-gold ensemble, while Dara rocked Uliana's fierce purple outfit with bold makeup to match. Josh rounded out the group, swaggering as Captain Hook, his pirate coat sweeping the floor and a smirk plastered across his face.

"Dang," Josh said, giving everyone an approving look. "We look good."

Mk smirked, "Yeah we do."

The chaos kept building as more pros filtered in—Britt in her crisp Vampire black and reds, Brandon and Dani already dressed like Descendants characters, their costumes fitting perfectly with the rest of the crew.

"Alright!" Diana finally called, clapping her hands. "Enough fashion talk. Let's mark through it one last time."

And just like that, they began running through the choreography, the backstage area alive with stomps, turns, and laughter.

The ballroom lights glowed a soft gold, the familiar shine of show night. Alfonso stood in his usual spot, his suit sharp, his smile even sharper as the cameras swung toward him.

"Welcome back to Dancing with the Stars," he said, his voice booming with practiced charisma. "We've seen some amazing dances already tonight, and trust me—" he leaned closer to the camera, lowering his voice conspiratorially— "we're just getting started."

The audience applauded, energy pulsing through the room.

Alfonso straightened, ready to launch into his usual introduction for the next couple. But before he could speak, the house lights flickered violently, plunging the ballroom into a quick flash of shadow before they buzzed back on. Gasps rippled through the crowd.

Alfonso stepped back, eyebrows raised. "Uh... okay, folks. I promise that wasn't me." He gestured up toward the lights, playing along.

The audience chuckled nervously.

Then it happened again—the lights stuttered, this time syncing to a low rumble of bass from the speakers. The screens around the ballroom distorted with digital static, as though the broadcast itself had been hijacked.

Alfonso pressed a hand to his earpiece, tilting his head. "Hold on, hold on—what's happening? Are we still live? ...What do you mean hacked?" His voice pitched just right, walking the line between scripted and spontaneous.

The crowd buzzed with laughter and excitement.

He looked straight into the camera, eyes wide. "Ladies and gentlemen, it seems that tonight's show has been... compromised." His words hung heavy with mock gravity.

A pause. He touched his earpiece again, listening.

"Wait. Really? Okay." He straightened, lowering his hand dramatically. "Apparently, the ballroom has been infiltrated. By who, you ask?" He let the silence stretch, the audience leaning forward. "Vampires. Daywalkers. VKs. And they're not here to play by the rules."

The audience erupted in cheers, anticipation building.

Alfonso threw his hands wide, his voice booming: "Please welcome... the cast of Disney's Zombies and Descendants, who just wrapped up their epic Worlds Collide Tour!"

The cameras swung to the darkened ballroom floor. At first, all the viewers could see were silhouettes: seven figures in a sharp line, their backs turned to the camera. They stood still as smoke crept low across the stage, lights pulsing dim red and gold.

The first notes of Worlds Collide cut through the ballroom and Kylie, fiery in her Red costume, pushed forward. Her voice filling the room as she danced.

Freya, radiant as Nova in white and gold, glitter flashing in her hair, moved next. Her voice was out of this world.

The rest of the group joined in singing the chorus and the crowd went wild.

As the vocals kicked in, the seven launched into choreography sharp enough to cut glass. Diana, Dani, Brandon, Ezra, and Britt joined in from the sides, blending seamlessly into the formation. Behind them, the Worlds Collide dancers—Liv, Mari, Sage, CJ, and Isaac—hit the beat with fierce precision, amplifying the energy.

The camera caught close-ups of Kylie's sly smirk as she flipped her hair, Josh's dramatic twirl of his pirate coat, Dara and Malia back-to-back, striking hard poses before spinning away.

Malias part was next, her voice elegant and her movements crisp. Dara followed after, bringing the fire and the power.

After singing the chorus again, the music shifted abruptly—digital distortion cutting across the speakers before slamming into the opening notes of Good to Be Bad. The crowd roared their recognition.

The Descendants crew slid to the front: Kylie, Malia, Dara, and Josh, flanked by Dani, CJ, Isaac, Liv and Brandon styled as VKs. Their formation snapped into place, their energy slick and confident.

Kylie led with fire, her vocals sharp, as the others joined in. Malia's moves were regal but fierce, Dara sharp and snappy, Josh hamming it up with pirate flair that made the audience laugh and cheer.

The Worlds Collide dancers backed them up, weaving through with precise accents, while Diana, Malachi, Freya, Mk, Ezra, and Britt froze in statuesque positions behind, spotlighting the VK crew.

When the chorus hit, they all jumped, the entire ballroom floor moving as one. Josh gave a cheeky wink straight to the camera, Kylie flipped her hair in perfect time, Malia spun with controlled power, and Dara hit a sly pose that made the audience shriek.

The music twisted again, a transition smooth as silk into the pounding beat of The Place To Be. The stage lit up red and gold, and the Zombies cast surged forward this time.

Malachi, Freya, Mk, Diana, Ezra, Sage, Mari, and Britt claimed the floor, energy electric.

Malachi's charisma was magnetic, his voice carrying over the music, while Freya matched him with her powerhouse energy. Mk stalked forward like a predator, sharp and imposing, while Ezra, Diana,and Britt snapped through the choreo with crisp lines.

Freya and Malachis moments had the crowd screaming louder than Diana has ever heard. They then pushed into the partner section and Diana and Mk had the time of their lives dancing together.

The floor then cleared slightly as Mk ran at her and she gave him a boost. He flipped back, landing right as the music shifted back into Worlds Collide.

The boys then sang their section before everyone came back out.

Diana spun into formation, Dani on one side and Britt on the other. Josh leapt forward dramatically, Captain Hook coat flying, while Malia and Dara struck fierce mirrored poses. Freya and Mk prowled toward the front, Ezra and Britt powering through high-energy kicks and stomps.

The music swelled, lights flaring, every dancer on stage throwing themselves into the last counts with everything they had.

Five. Six. Seven. Eight—

The final pose hit like an explosion: arms flung wide, heads tilted back, fierce expressions plastered across their faces. Diana's hair glittered, Malachi's chains glinted, Kylie's red costume shimmered under the lights.

The crowd went insane. Cheers, screams, whistles—it felt like a concert.

The cast held their pose a beat longer, then broke, grinning and laughing as they waved at the audience and cameras. Malachi slung an arm around Diana in a side hug, pulling her against his chest. She leaned in without thinking, the adrenaline high bubbling into her smile.

Alfonso walked back out, shaking his head like he was recovering from the chaos. "Well, well, well. Looks like I wasn't kidding—our ballroom really was hacked." He gestured to the cast, who were still smiling and waving. "Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for the stars of the Worlds Collide Tour: Kylie Cantrall, Freya Skye, Malia Baker, Dara Reneé, Malachi Barton, Joshua Colley, and Mekonnen Knife!"

The audience screamed again, clapping wildly.

"And joining them," Alfonso continued, "are the Worlds Collide dancers, and some of our very own pros here on Dancing with the Stars!" He threw an arm wide. "Was that insane or what?!"

The cast waved harder, clapping for each other, some linking arms.

"And remember," Alfonso added with a grin, "you can also catch these guys in Descendants: Rise of Red and Zombies 4: Dawn of the Vampire!"

The camera panned across the group one more time—Kylie blowing a kiss, Josh tipping his hat, Dara and Malia flashing a peace sign, Freya and Diana sharing a laugh, Malachi and Mk shooting the camera a wink with easy grins.

"Don't go anywhere—we'll be right back after the break!" Alfonso said, and the show cut to commercial.

The second the red tally light on the camera switched off, the group erupted into celebration.

They all hugged, laughing, adrenaline still coursing through them. Kylie jumped onto Dara's back, Malachi high-fived Mk, Ezra and Britt bumped fists. Diana was pulled into a group hug so tight she could barely breathe, but she didn't care—the energy was too high.

"WE DID THAT!" Josh shouted, spinning his hook hand dramatically.

"We actually killed it," Malia agreed, eyes shining.

Diana laughed, looking around at all of them. Everyone was sweaty, glittery, and absolutely glowing with joy.

Together, arm in arm, the group walked off the ballroom floor, still riding the high of the performance.

The second they made it backstage, the corridor erupted into chaos. Cheers, applause, and whoops of celebration bounced off the walls, spilling from the crew, fellow pros, celebrities, and even the stagehands who had gathered to watch the performance.

Diana was buzzing with adrenaline, her pulse still racing from the sharp, explosive choreography and the high of hearing the crowd lose their minds at every transition. She laughed breathlessly, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. The air backstage was hot with sweat, makeup powder, and the faint smell of hairspray lingering in the mix.

"Insane. That was insane!" Britt shouted, throwing her hands into the air before practically tackling Dani into a hug. Dani laughed and spun her, both of them still glowing under the stage lights.

Diana laughed at the sight, pressing a hand to her head as if she couldn't believe what had just happened. Her hair was slightly loose from the high-energy routine, strands of hair sticking to her forehead. She grabbed a nearby towel, quickly dabbing at her temples.

The other pros and celebs circled around them. Jenna, breathless from clapping so hard, reached forward to smack Diana lightly on the arm. "Girl, that was unreal. You were killing it out there."

"Seriously!" Alan chimed in, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "The formations, the energy—you guys looked like you walked straight out of a movie."

"That's because they did," Val joked, flashing one of his signature smirks as he slung an arm over Pasha's shoulder.

Everyone laughed, the tension dissolving into the rush of adrenaline. Diana let out another shaky laugh, grabbing a water bottle off a table. She twisted the cap off quickly and gulped down a few mouthfuls, feeling the coolness hit her chest.

She wasn't the only one—Malachi appeared at her side, his black-and-red vampire jacket still sparkling under the fluorescent lights. His cheeks glistened with sweat, his chest rising and falling as though he hadn't danced enough to burn the energy off. He grabbed his own bottle and twisted it open with practiced ease.

"Yo," he said, flashing her one of his big, genuine smiles. "That was sick. You absolutely crushed it out there."

Diana smiled back, still catching her breath. "Same to you. You look so comfortable when you're performing."

Malachi chuckled, lifting his water for a quick sip. "I may look comfortable but inside i'm freaking out."

Diana laughed, her shoulders relaxing in the glow of his easy humor. He radiated the same kind of electricity he carried onstage, but softer now, more grounded. Even in full Victor mode, he still managed to look approachable.

Before she could say more, a voice rang out over the cluster of people.

"Alright, say hi to the fans!"

It was Mk, of course. He was standing a few feet away, his phone extended in front of him as he bounced on his heels with his usual, infectious energy. The little red dot on the corner of his screen told Diana immediately—he was live.

"Mk, already?" Kylie teased, pushing her glittery Descendants headband back.

"Duh!" Mk shot back, angling the camera towards her. "Y'all, look who it is! Descendants' own Red! Say hi!"

Kylie leaned in, grinning and flashing a peace sign. "Hi, guys! Hope you're watching—we're sweaty but alive."

The fans in the comments went wild, their usernames and emojis flying across the screen. Mk moved from person to person like he was running his own little red carpet. Malia leaned in, blowing a kiss to the camera. Dara tossed her hair dramatically, laughing when Mk cracked up behind the phone. Josh popped into frame and gave his best pirate scowl, growling like Captain Hook himself before breaking into a laugh.

The excitement fed itself—the group, the crew, even the live comments buzzing across Mk's phone screen.

Eventually, Mk's camera panned around the room until it landed on Diana and Malachi.

"There they are!" Mk said, walking toward them with the phone held high. "Diana and Malachi—how are you guys feeling?"

The sudden closeness of the camera made Diana blink, but she smiled, tucking a loose strand of hair back. She leaned just slightly closer to Malachi, who grinned at the camera like he'd been waiting for this.

"Exhausted but good," Diana laughed. "That was so much fun, honestly."

"Yeah," Malachi added, nodding quickly. "The energy was crazy out there, like—you could feel it the second we stepped on."

The comments were flying too fast for Diana to process, but she caught flashes of emojis—hearts, fire, clapping hands—and a few phrases jumping out.

omg they're so cute

look at them standing so close 🥹

#teammalachi

Her cheeks warmed, though she told herself it was just from the dance.

She was about to add something else—maybe about how grateful she was to dance with everyone—when she felt it.

A hand, sliding across her back.

She turned instinctively, her smile freezing just for a fraction of a second. Grayson was there, his arm settling comfortably—almost too comfortably—across her waist. His face was split in an easy smile for the camera, but his eyes... there was something harder behind them, something only she could catch from this close.

Diana's body tensed the tiniest bit, her shoulders stiffening, though she forced her expression to stay warm. Nobody else seemed to notice.

Mk, oblivious, lifted the phone closer. "And look who it is—Grayson Holt, ladies and gentlemen! What'd you think, man?"

Grayson's smile didn't waver. "That performance was so sick. Like, genuinely—y'all killed it."

"Right?!" Mk hyped, bouncing on his toes. "And speaking of sick, so was Diana and Grayson's jive earlier. Y'all saw it, right? Straight fire."

The comments exploded again, emojis and usernames flooding in faster than Diana could read.

the way Grayson has his hand on her waist 👀

Malachi went real quiet all of a sudden 💀

Grayson's hand tightened slightly at her waist, guiding her a half-step closer to him as he leaned toward the camera. "Make sure you vote for us," he added smoothly. "We're not done yet."

Mk laughed, nodding. "You heard the man—vote for Diana and Grayson, people!"

Diana managed a quick smile, lifting her hand in a small wave to the camera. "Thanks, guys. Seriously, you're the best."

"Alright," Grayson said smoothly, his grip still firm as he glanced at Mk and Malachi. "I'm gonna steal her for a little bit, if that's cool."

Mk raised his brows but grinned, tilting the phone back. "Go for it, bro. Y'all do your thing."

With that, Grayson gently pulled Diana away from the circle, his hand steady at her side. She gave a small wave to Mk's phone before turning to walk with him, her smile polite but thinner now.

She didn't see what happened behind her.

Didn't see the way Malachi's easy smile had dimmed the moment Grayson appeared. Didn't see how his eyes flickered, sharp and restless, between Grayson's hand on her waist and the comments flying across Mk's screen. Didn't hear the murmurs starting to brew online—fans typing furiously about the way the air had shifted.

They noticed.

Grayson claiming Diana with that waist grab?? bold move my dude

Malachi's eyes went STRAIGHT to Grayson's hand. He ain't slick 😭

she's the prize and they both know it

is it just me or did Malachi's smile drop when Grayson showed up??

#teammalachi

#teamgrayson They saw Malachi go quiet.

They saw Grayson "claiming" her with that touch.

They saw Diana caught in the middle of it all.

And though the music and chatter still rang through the backstage halls, the current had changed.

The buzz of the ballroom still hummed faintly through the walls, muffled by the green room door. The adrenaline from the Worlds Collide number hadn't fully worn off yet, but Diana felt herself sinking into a quieter rhythm as she sat down on one of the green room couches. The room smelled faintly of hairspray and stage makeup.

Grayson settled beside her, dropping into the cushions with less grace, his arm brushing the back of the couch but not quite touching her. The silence between them pressed in almost instantly. Not hostile silence — but thick, heavy, and fragile, like one wrong word could make it shatter.

Diana adjusted herself on the couch, then glanced sideways. His face was unreadable, his usual brightness dulled.

"So," she said softly, testing the waters. "How are you feeling?"

Grayson didn't answer right away. His gaze stayed fixed on the carpet, jaw flexing once before he gave a short, almost dismissive shrug. "I'm fine."

It wasn't convincing. It wasn't even close.

The quiet that followed made Diana's stomach twist. She picked at the rhinestones on her costume, trying to think of something else to say, but Grayson's sigh cut through the silence first. It was heavy, drawn-out.

When he finally spoke, his voice was lower, almost breaking at the edges. "I'm not trying to be mean, you know." His fingers tapped against his knee, restless. "I just... I care so much about this. About us, about the show. And I don't want to go home. I don't want this to stop."

Diana turned fully toward him now, her brows knitting together. His eyes were still fixed on the floor, but his words poured out in a rush, raw and unpolished.

"I'm having the best time of my life," he admitted, his voice almost trembling. "Every rehearsal, every performance — even the stupid, exhausting practices when we can't get the timing right. It's all been worth it. And the thought of it ending too soon..." He trailed off, shaking his head like he couldn't even put it into words.

Her chest tightened. She reached out slowly, placing a hand on his forearm, grounding him. "Grayson," she whispered, her tone soft but steady.

That finally got him to look up. His eyes were glassy, the corners rimmed red.

"I get it," she said, her eyes locking with his. "I really do. Because I'm having the best time too. The absolute best."

A tear pricked at the corner of her eye, but she blinked it away. "And no matter what happens, whether we stay in for weeks or go home tonight, I need you to know something — I'll always be by your side. You're not doing this alone."

For a moment, neither of them moved. Then Grayson's lips curved upward, shaky but genuine. His whole face softened, and he exhaled like her words had lifted a weight from his chest.

"Good," he murmured, voice rough. "Because I honestly can't imagine doing this without you."

That undid her. Her throat tightened, her vision blurred, and she leaned forward before she could stop herself. Their arms wrapped around each other, pulling into a hug that was anything but casual. It was tight, clinging, desperate.

Grayson's chin pressed against the top of her head, his heartbeat steady against her ear. She closed her eyes and let herself sink into the moment, into the sincerity of it.

They stayed like that for a long time, until a stagehand knocked on the door, calling five minutes until elimination.

The ballroom had transformed again, the glittering lights dimmed slightly for the nerve-wracking elimination sequence. The familiar voices of Alfonso and Julianne filled the space, upbeat but carrying that hint of suspense every contestant dreaded.

Diana and Grayson stood together near the center of the floor, hands already clasped tightly. Her grip was firm, but his was tighter, almost bone-crushing, like he was afraid of letting go. She didn't mind. She needed the anchor too.

Her stomach twisted as the results music started playing, the drumbeat heavy in her chest. Around them, the other couples clutched each other in similar states of nervous anticipation.

"And now," Alfonso announced, "it's time to find out who will be safe and who will be in the bottom two tonight."

The crowd hushed. The tension in the air was suffocating. Diana glanced up at Grayson, whose jaw was set, his eyes laser-focused on Alfonso and Julianne. His thumb rubbed against the back of her hand, the smallest gesture, but it spoke volumes.

Alfonso's dramatic pause stretched out longer than necessary. Diana's chest felt like it might burst.

"The first couple... safe tonight is..."

The lights shifted, the drumroll intensified — and then Alfonso's voice rang out clear:

"GRAYSON AND DIANA!"

The relief was immediate and overwhelming. Diana gasped, a hand flying to her mouth as tears welled in her eyes. She turned toward Grayson instinctively, and he didn't hesitate. He wrapped his arms around her, lifting her clear off the ground in a sweeping embrace. She clung to him, her tears slipping free as the audience erupted into cheers.

Grayson held her tightly, spinning her slightly before planting her back on the floor but keeping her close. His face was radiant, all the tension from earlier replaced by pure joy.

"We did it," he whispered against her hair, his voice thick with emotion. "We're safe."

Diana nodded into his shoulder, her own voice catching. "We did it."

The cameras caught every second — the tears shining on her face, the way his arms locked around her, the way she buried into him. To the viewers at home, it looked like a perfect fairytale moment.

But inside Diana's chest, it was more complicated. Relief, joy, and gratitude swirled with something heavier, something unspoken. Because even though she was safe, even though she was overjoyed, she couldn't shake the weight of Grayson's words. The sadness in his eyes flashed in her mind but then so did the anger that filled them only hours earlier.

Still, in that moment, she let herself smile through the tears, hugging him just as tightly as he held her. Because whatever tomorrow brought — tonight, they were safe.

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