Coach Miyeon leaned forward, her sharp eyes scanning the formation of Hot Team A.
"That was raw intensity at its finest," she began, her voice carrying across the silent hall.
"Your storytelling through movement was compelling—I could feel the struggle, the years of training, and the hunger for recognition."
Taeyong's shoulders relaxed fractionally at her praise.
"However," Miyeon continued, her tone sharpening, "the choreography, while powerful, bordered on repetitive in several sections. The military aesthetic worked, but you relied too heavily on stomping and punches without enough variation."
Her gaze shifted to Daeun, and something softer entered her expression.
"Daeun, your improvement on this stage is remarkable. Your isolation work during the rap section showed real technical growth."
Daeun's eyes widened, a flush creeping up his neck. After weeks of being dismissed as Minjae's shadow, he finally received the recognition he needed.
