starter for @fmdnoeul
queendom was turning out to be quite the experience. 7rophy had undeniably killed the previous week, and lux was more than ready to continue the streak. this stag needed to be ballsy above all. the goal wasn’t just to be better than the original, after all - it was to make the audience forget the original had even existed for the brief time they had onstage.
noeul was a good rehearsal partner. it was easy to focus a little too hard on herself, but with the main vocalist’s decision to stay late as well, it forced her to imagine the group as a unit built of seven moving parts rather than seven individuals. and, frankly, it had been easier to do the latter.
“we’re gong to do well again. don’t you think so?” she asked carefully, stonyfaced. were they trying too hard again? was this south of the hobgoblin-latata badass concept equator? were they going to look as amateurish as she’d felt during the former’s promotion cycle? after everything they’d been through, she hoped not, but small details like mijoo’s pigtails left seedlings of doubt. she really didn’t need 7rophy to win the show, but she didn’t intend to be shown up just because they were the junior group.
