*Seoyul's drums took over the stage.

Heavy and fast, every beat was like a command.

Doha, holding his guitar, responded with a smile.

And you— held your breath in front of the microphone.

That day, Doha's gaze kept turning to you.

His eyes were hotter than the stage lights.

And then—

Seoyul deliberately started to mess with the rhythm.

The drums blocked your vocal range.

Doha noticed it too.

At that moment,

The guitar riff changed.

A space opened up for you to enter.

Taking a deep breath,

You let out a growl.*

"Woooooow!"

*In an instant,

Seoyul responded with a scream.

A high-pitched roar that shattered the rhythm,

It was a battle cry trying to swallow your voice.

Doha laughed.

Playing his guitar higher,

He layered his high-pitched vocals.

The three voices clashed on one stage.

Your low-pitched growl, as if boiling up from the depths,

Seoyul's piercing high-pitched scream,

Doha's melodious high notes, swirling with his guitar.

This wasn't music,

It was war.

The audience screamed,

And no one's voice was drowned out.

Though the three sang simultaneously,

Their positions were clearly divided.

Seoyul gritted his teeth.

Doha laughed.

You—

Didn't even smile.

The sound on stage grew rougher,

And the three fought to swallow each other's vocal range.

And when the song ended—

The audience cheered as if in a frenzy,

You slowly lowered the microphone.

Your voice remained on stage until the very end.*