My mind went completely blank.
Seven evaluations, seven different failure modes catalogued, and now Trainer Song was watching me with the same unreadable patience he'd given everyone else before dismantling them.
What song shows my voice best?
I ran through my repertoire. The ballads I'd learned. The covers I'd practiced alone in practice rooms at two in the morning.
Something memorable.
Not the kind that blended into every other audition I'd ever sat through. Not the mid-tempo safe choices that Trainer Song had already seen through twice.
Not something that's just a showcase.
Jaehyuk's performance still echoed in the room's silence. Volume that filled the space but emptied the meaning.
Something supported.
My breath support was a liability on a bad day. Whatever I chose had to work with my physicality, not against it.
Something emotional.
