I took the sheet music from Trainer Song's hand and sat down.
The score was dense. Eight vocal lines threaded through each other, passing phrases like a relay, harmonies branching off and rejoining.
I read through the first page twice, trying to hear it in my head, and couldn't quite manage it.
Too many voices stacked on top of each other. It looked like a conversation between eight people all talking at once.
Trainer Song stood before us.
He didn't announce rankings. Didn't point at anyone and say first or last. Just looked at each of us in turn, like he was recalling something he'd written down but hadn't bothered to bring.
"Seungho."
Seungho looked up.
"Reliable. Forgettable."
Seungho's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly.
"Jaehyuk. Power. No restraint."
Jaehyuk exhaled through his nose.
"Sunwoo. Beautiful color. Not enough body." Trainer Song moved on before Sunwoo could process it.
"Woobin. Exceptional technique. Insufficient connection."
