As time slipped away at an alarming pace, I was at ease thanks to the unwavering support of my fellow members. Though the nagging pain in my waist had dulled enough that I could move without much difficulty, we all unanimously decided that I should remain seated during the whole performance. It was a compromise we reached, as we balanced the artistic side of the performance with my injury management.1

“It seems the dancers are tumbling a bit too swiftly, don't you think?" The choreography was designed with me at the center while the dancers moved around me like petals in the wind. It was a creative scene brainstormed by Jin-Sung and the choreographer—simply a visual metaphor for fleeting beauty.0

There I was, at the center of this blooming chaos, pouring my soul into every note as I tried my best to embody the essence of a flower amidst the storm.0

“Hyun-Woo, it's your cue to walk out onto the stage." I then followed the choreographer's direction and slowly rose from my chair to walk with deliberate steps. 0

“Take your time. Finish the part there… Perfect. When it ends, let the dancers envelop you. More aggressively!”0

It was quite intense. The dancers adhered strictly to the choreographer's direction, converging on me with a ferocity that sent shivers down my spine. I recoiled instinctively...0