Coach Miyeon's sharp gaze swept across Sweet Team A, who stood frozen in their ending positions, chests heaving.
"Your energy was undeniable," she continued, her voice cutting through the silence.
"The genuine fun came through; I'll give you that. But enthusiasm alone doesn't make a performance."
Jisoo's smile faltered slightly, though he tried to maintain his bright expression.
"The choreography was messy. Transitions felt uncertain, formations were loose, and frankly—" Coach Miyeon leaned back in her chair.
"It felt like ten individuals performing beside each other instead of one team."
My stomach dropped for him. Beside me, Haejun made a soft sound of disapproval.
Vocal Trainer Song cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses.
"Vocally, the quality was uneven." His deep voice carried across the auditorium like a funeral bell.
"Several members struggled to stay on pitch during the chorus. The harmonies were... ambitious, but poorly executed."
He paused, studying his notes.
