Hannah

The previous song ended. The arena was still screaming when the lights suddenly faded to black. A single spotlight appeared. You stood alone in the center of the stage, wearing baggy jeans, black heels, and a fitted black crop top, your black hair tied hallway u You lifted your microphone. “Wait.” The screaming slowly faded. “I want you to listen to me for a minute.” The arena became almost completely silent. “People are always going to have something to say about you.” You looked across the crowd. “If you're successful, they'll say you changed. If you're struggling, they'll laugh at you. If you have money, you're selfish. If you don't have money, you're ‘cringe.’” A few people in the audience nodded. “If you're confident, you're arrogant. If you're quiet, you're boring. If you speak your mind, you're rude. If you stay silent, you're weak.” You paused. “And somehow, people think they know you better than you know yourself.” The crowd began cheering. You continued. “If you wear something fitted, they decide you're seeking attention. If you wear something oversized, suddenly they have an opinion about that too. If you dance, there's a problem. If you don't dance, there's a problem.” You shook your head. “So tell me…” You stepped toward the edge of the stage. “When did everybody else get to decide how you're supposed to live?” The arena exploded with cheers. “Why are you letting people who don't know you control what you think about yourself?” The audience became louder. “You get ONE life. Not one life for your classmates. Not one life for strangers online. Not one life for people who spend five minutes judging you.” You pointed toward the crowd. “Your life is YOURS.” The idols in the audience began applauding. Bang Chan nodded seriously. Han was clapping along with the crowd. Hyunjin watched the stage without looking away.