"No wonder it's so short," Jaxon remarked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
Cain gave a slight shrug, unfazed. Sure, his performance clocked in at only a minute and thirty seconds — half the length of the others' three-minute showcases — but that didn't bother him.
He could tell Jaxon wasn't a fan, but Cain didn't care. He knew his performance hit harder in those ninety seconds than most could manage in three minutes. Quality over quantity. Always.
Of course it was short — he had only had a week to pull it together. He'd written the lyrics, fed them into an AI to generate the beat and lody, then layered in his own musical touches, adding instrunts he had learned to play.
It was a mashup of styles, but it worked, bound together by the driving energy of Electronic Dance Music.
The unique blend gave it an unexpected edge, and the the of breaking free and living in the mont resonated with everyone. It was chaotic but sohow cohesive — just like Cain himself.
"It's still far from perfect," Fifi said as she flew over to Cain, her small wings flapping quickly. "You need to work on your tone and really find your voice sooner than later."
Cain nodded, taking in her words. She was right. He wasn't there yet, but he was getting there.
He really hoped that the ntors could help him with his voice, or his chances to debut as an idol would be gone.
"Wait while we discuss your score," Evelyn said with a smile, gesturing for the ntors to huddle up.
As they gathered, Evelyn began, "As much as I want to give him a 10 for his overall performance, his vocals still need improvent. It's not bad, but it's not great either. Considering he's an independent trainee, I'll give him a 7."
Mitchell nodded in agreent. "I feel like the beat of the music carried his voice, instead of the other way around. So, a 7 from too."
Kalista didn't hesitate. She imdiately raised her scorecard — 10. "His moves were solid, perfectly in sync with the music. I was impressed."
All eyes turned to Jaxon, the ntor known for his sharp critiques of dance.
C.C.s electrifying routine had wowed even Kalista, and she rarely handed out perfect scores. Surely, Jaxon would do the sa. Nevermind his voice, C.C.s dance moves were a solid 10.
Was C.C. about to beco the first independent trainees to score over 30 points?
Jaxon took a deep breath, the room tense with anticipation. Slowly, he pulled out his scorecard — 6.
Everyone were surprised at the score, except Cain who remained stationary from where he stood.
"The music was fire, no doubt about that," Jaxon began, his expression sharp as he leaned forward. "It had the energy, the pulse, the kind of rhythm that makes people want to get up and move. But here's the thing — you didn't match it. Your dance moves were good, but they lacked the intensity a track like that demands."
He paused, letting his words sink in before continuing. "When you're dealing with sothing as electrifying as EDM, your movents need to hit harder, faster, and with more precision. Every beat should've been t with sothing sharper, more dynamic. The music was carrying you, not the other way around. You've got to command the stage — make the music follow your lead.
"A 6 feels right to because, while you've got potential, you're not there yet. You need to bring more intensity, more fire. Otherwise, you'll drown in the sound."
For a brief mont, the room fell into silence. A few heads nodded in agreent with Jaxon.
After all, he was a professional with a reputation for choreographing so of the most iconic dance routines in hit music videos. His opinion carried weight, and everyone knew it.
On the other hand, so didn't agree with him. Jaxon had handed out perfect scores to others who didn't co close to delivering what C.C. had just unleashed on that stage.
It was almost laughable. Cain's performance was raw, electrifying, and filled with an energy that had the crowd buzzing — yet sohow, Jaxon had found a reason to downplay it.
The unfairness of it lingered in the air like static, but Cain wasn't about to let it faze him. He knew what he brought.
But for whatever reason, Jaxon wasn't seeing it. Maybe it was bias, maybe sothing personal, but one thing was clear: C.C. had given a performance worthy of the highest score, and Jaxon had chosen to overlook it.
The room buzzed. Cain remained calm, his expression unreadable. He'd made an impact — good or bad, they wouldn't forget his na.
The other ntors exchanged brief glances but refrained from questioning Jaxon's low score. It didn't matter — monts like this added drama to the show.
A little unfairness was part of the spectacle.
"I was sure that was a 10," one trainee murmured.
"Right? I thought C.C. would be the first to hit 34 points."
"That level of dance is still lacking? C.C. had the most impressive moves I've seen so far."
From the shadows, Fifi fluttered near Cain's ear and whispered, "Looks like this Jaxon guy got so kind of personal grudge against you."
Cain kept his composure, and simply bowed and said his thanks before returning to his seat.
Riku looked genuinely upset, his brows furrowed. "I really thought you'd be the first to get 34 points. That 6 didn't make sense, especially after a performance like that. I an, I even got a 5 and I was nowhere your level in dancing."
Cain waved his hand dismissively. "It's fine. 30 points isn't bad."
Riku's face lit up with enthusiasm. "You're right! Plus, we get to stay in the sa group!"
Cain raised an eyebrow. "Sa group?"
"Yeah! The first round determines which group we'll be placed in. Like the previous shows, scores of 0-20 an they will be put on a beginner's level of training. Those who score 20-30, like us, are considered interdiate, and our training is different than the first group. The ones above are the experts — they get different lessons too."
Cain crossed his arms, thinking it over. "Interdiate, huh?" It wasn't the top, but it wasn't bad either. It gave him room to breathe, ti to focus on refining his vocals and truly finding his voice.
He really hope the ntors in their group would help him in his vocals.
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