Confetti still drifted around us as we stood hand in hand. Gold and silver pieces caught in Jisoo's hair and settled on Haejun's shoulders.
The applause hadn't stopped.
Then a floor manager called, "And... we're clear! Live broadcast concluded!"
Jisoo's shoulders immediately started shaking. Siwoo, still holding his hand, groaned.
"I thought you'd run out of tears."
"These are different tears!"
"How are they different?"
"They just are!"
Staff began clearing equipment and coiling cables. A coordinator directed us toward the wings.
I looked over my shoulder. The seven illuminated debut seats still stood above the stage, my name displayed beneath the number seven.
I'd actually made it.
The thought still felt like it belonged to someone else.
Backstage, our carefully organized formations dissolved into chaos.
