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The intro to 'Stand Alone' began.
Du-du-du-dung.
A hip-hop beat with an EDM bass melody filled the stage. In sync with the music, Treviang began to groove slowly, moving into their dance routine.
Wearing Jason Cho's striking stage outfits, the members danced with a confidence that hadn't been there yesterday. Their voices carried power, and the lyrics hit harder, layered with emotion.
『I'm on my own now.
No more begging to stay.
Don't expect anything, just let it go.
It's your delusion if you think I'll come back.
From now on, I stand alone.
...』
I found myself marveling again and again at a performance more impactful than anything I had seen in rehearsal.
Then came the key choreography of Stand Alone—the pistol dance. The pistol dance involved extending one arm forward with a sharp flick of the fingers, mimicking a gunshot into the air. The move needed to be paired with a fierce expression to convey the act of breaking free from lingering attachment.
But yesterday, perhaps from pressure, they hadn't pulled it off well on stage. Yet the moment Treviang launched into the pistol dance today, every worry I had vanished. Fueled by newfound confidence, the members looked like elite snipers, shooting invisible bullets into the air with searing intensity.
Bang, Bang.
Their extended hands cut clean lines through the air, and every time they struck the pose, their faces were lit with raw charisma.
'Treviang, today you're the real Treviang!'
Treviang today were putting on a performance worthy of top-tier stars. The staff watching from below the stage began to murmur in awe.
-Whoa, since when was Treviang this good?
-They're...
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