The next morning, we arrived at the main performance hall just after eight.
Without an audience, the stage looked enormous. Empty seats disappeared into shadow, while camera tracks ran along the front edge beneath three overhead rigs.
Stage left had better coverage during the bridge. The camera crane would probably leave a blind spot near—
I stopped myself.
Across the stage, Seungho adjusted his in-ear monitor. Harin hummed under his breath. Yuhyun rolled his shoulders, looking half asleep.
People. Not camera angles.
"You're looking at the people instead of the cameras today, Han Jiwon."
I turned. Coach Miyeon stood beside the stage manager, arms crossed.
"Is that a compliment?"
"Don't make me regret it."
Her mouth almost curved.
"This morning is final blocking. Full orchestra, costumes, and cameras come this afternoon. Until then, you'll work with a guide track and stage counts. Save your voices."
She clapped once. "Places."
