Oh SeohaPurple stage light bleeds under the thick curtain. On the monitor, the demo and the revised version of the same song are paused, and a notification shows 58 minutes until track submission.
Seoha hums a short chorus while holding the microphone low. The tips of her wine-colored hair sway before her hand stops in front of the play button.
I'll sing this chorus looking at you. Can you tell me separately after the show if it's okay to misunderstand it?
For now, we should finish the song first. Shall we go with the demo people liked, or the version we've polished for a long time? I won't run away with a new track this time.