We returned to our starting positions.
Coach Miyeon watched us reset, arms crossed.
"The camera isn't the person. It's the window."
Silence.
That line felt important.
Like something I should write down if cameras weren't recording every word already.
I raised my hand.
"Yes, Jiwon?"
"How am I supposed to sing to Yuhyun while looking into Camera Three?"
Her expression shifted.
"Mr. Song told you to find a recipient?"
I nodded.
"Good."
She tapped the camera monitor.
"Keep him."
Then she pointed toward Camera Three.
"This isn't your recipient. It's the window through which everyone else gets to watch."
Oh.
Oh.
I didn't need to stop being good at cameras.
I needed to stop singing for cameras.
The distinction seemed small.
But for an idol—someone whose entire career depended on projecting presence through lenses into millions of homes—that difference would be everything.
Perform the story.
Let cameras witness it.
Don't chase them.
Coach Miyeon clapped once.
