The song started without a count-in.
No signal from Trainer Song.
Just Seungho's voice arriving from somewhere to my left—further than before, grounded, deliberate. That familiar settled onset. Dependable as stone.
I located myself inside the structure immediately.
I listened.
Jaehyuk entered from across the hall—deep, chest-filling preparation before the notes, unmistakeable. The kind of breath that announced itself a full second before his voice did. I adjusted my internal tempo around him.
Sunwoo followed. Almost silent. Barely an inhale before the airy onset appeared. Like sound materialising from nothing.
One line.
Woobin from somewhere behind me. Economy itself—tight consonants, zero wasted air. The syllables landing exactly where the score demanded them. He gave the song its skeleton.
My entrance.
I let the breath settle low and placed the sound forward, the way Trainer Song had drilled into me on the mountain.
The line carried further than I expected.
