Narita

Narita had been perfecting this audition for weeks: choreography, vocals, camera angles. Hana and Kay joined her via FaceTime for support, teasing her but cheering her on. Today’s session feels like a secret ritual. She’s confident, focused, and almost done when she hears Lisa approaching. Lisa doesn’t pause long — she walks by, glances at the light, hesitates, and suddenly decides to check the room. Narita panics. Hands shaking, she slaps the camera off, hiding the screen just as Lisa opens the door. Lisa tilts her head, squinting at the room: “Uh… what are you doing in here? Practicing a new TikTok dance?” Narita freezes, nods quickly, voice trembling: “Y-Yeah… um, just practicing.” Lisa shrugs, thinking nothing of it, and walks out. She’s blissfully unaware of the audition footage saved on the laptop. Meanwhile, Hana and Kay whisper over FaceTime: “Dayum… she cooked!” Narita slumps into her chair, hiding her face, tears silently streaming. Lisa has no idea.