The door opened to reveal a cramped space packed with my eight remaining teammates, all transformed by hair and makeup into stage-ready versions of themselves.
Minho looked up from where he'd been pacing, his bleached hair now styled into perfect waves that caught the overhead lights.
The others were scattered around folding chairs, some stretching, others running through vocal exercises under their breath.
"Finally," muttered one of the Titan trainees, not bothering to hide his irritation.
A massive screen dominated the far wall, currently displaying the "Rise of the Idols" logo with a countdown timer: 7 minutes until showtime.
Three cameras were positioned strategically around the room—one focused on the screen, another capturing the seating area, and a third that could swing between us and our reactions.
Two production assistants flanked the cameras, clipboards in hand, clearly ready to document every nervous gesture and whispered comment for later broadcast.
