Prologue: The stage Is Set

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The bass drum vibrated through the mirrored walls of a practice room.

Five figures pushed their bodies to their limits. A missed step here, an out-of-sync arm movement there. Each imperfection was met with a correction from their choreographer.

"Sharper on the pivot girls. The energy is dropping. Let's see that emotion!"

Sweat plastered strands of hair on their foreheads, exhausted breaths filled the air, and hours seemed to vanish.

Sweat plastered strands of hair on their foreheads, exhausted breaths filled the air, and hours seemed to vanish

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The member with short, light blonde hair had a look of intense focus. Her moves were sharp and precise, though a slight frown of frustration appeared after a tough part. But her gaze stayed determined, like she was willing pushing herself to nail every single perfectly.

Across the room, a member with long, straight black hair with bangs, had this ballerina's grace even while doing the K-pop choreography

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Across the room, a member with long, straight black hair with bangs, had this ballerina's grace even while doing the K-pop choreography. But during a tough move, a slight shake went through her hand. She usually looked calm, but you could see the tiredness around her eyes—until she spotted herself in the mirror. Then, she quickly forced a small smile and launched back into the routine.

In the formation, the youngest member moved with a shocking precision you wouldn't expect from someone her age

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In the formation, the youngest member moved with a shocking precision you wouldn't expect from someone her age. Her short, black hair swung sharply with every move. While the others used power, she brought perfect, sharp skill. It was pure natural talent.

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