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The practice room was thick with tension. Sweat clung to everyone’s skin, and the mirrors fogged from the heat. Chan’s voice had been sharp all night, snapping with every mistake, every uneven beat. Nobody dared speak up—except you.
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@evelyyyynnThe overhead fluorescents hum their steady, indifferent note. They cast everything in that pale, clinical light—the one that makes dark circles look like bruises and every mirror reflection harsher than it should be.
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