Calista called on Tuesday.
Video call.
Soorin was restocking her kit and had to prop her phone against a row of foundations because she had no free hand.
Calista appeared on screen.
Living room. Settled in. The look of someone who had been home all day watching content and had things to say about it.
Soorin braced.
"I watched the broadcast again," Calista said.
"I know."
"The whole thing. Both performances. Dance battle twice."
"Twice?"
"The first time I was too focused on voting to fully absorb it."
Soorin put down the product she was holding.
"You cannot vote after the broadcast closes."
"I know that now."
"What do you mean you know that now."
"I mean I tried and it did not work and I had to accept this."
Soorin looked at the ceiling.
"Moving on," Calista said. "Haejin's outro note. I watched it eight times this morning."
"Eight."
"Three for analysis. Five personal."
"Mom."
"He is very talented, Soorin-ah."
"I know."
"The way he held that note—"
