The scene opens in the dimly lit dance studio, where Jade stands in the middle of the room, her head slightly lowered, and her hands clenched at her sides. The steady beat of music fades as the choreographer's voice rises, sharp and insistent, echoing off the walls. She's been struggling with this particular sequence, and it shows in the tension on her face and the focused yet exhausted look in her eyes.

"You're missing the beat, Jade," the choreographer says, her tone firm. "This section has to be precise. It's about hitting the right counts, and you're off. Again and again, you're rushing it."

Jade nods, swallowing and biting her lip as she fights back the frustration that's been building up throughout the session. She's rehearsed for hours, but somehow, she keeps losing her timing in this one part. Her body aches, and her mind feels heavy, but she forces herself to stay focused, to hold onto the corrections. She's determined to make it right.

The choreographer exhales, clearly frustrated. "This isn't good enough. You need to focus on the details. You're capable of so much more, but this... this just isn't it. I'll be back tomorrow, and I expect to see a major improvement."

With that, the choreographer walks out, leaving Jade alone in the silent studio. The door clicks shut, and the emptiness settles in around her, heavy and quiet. Jade lets out a shaky breath, her shoulders drooping as she takes a step back and sinks down to her knees on the polished wooden floor.

For a moment, she just stays there, staring at the ground, her hands pressed against the floor as she tries to steady her breathing. She feels the familiar burn of tears in her eyes, and, despite her usual resolve, she can't hold them back any longer. The pressure, the exhaustion, the weight of expectations-everything hits her all at once. The tears spill over, silently tracing down her cheeks as she lets herself feel the frustration and self-doubt she's been holding back.

Her shoulders shake slightly as she cries, her head hanging low. The empty studio around her feels both comforting and isolating, a place where she can finally let down her guard, even if only for a few minutes. She's been pushing herself nonstop for this album, working to make every detail perfect, but moments like these remind her just how hard it really is.

After several minutes, she takes a deep, shuddering breath and wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. She glances around the room, the mirrors reflecting her own weary expression back at her. But despite the tears, there's a glimmer of determination in her eyes, a reminder of why she's here and why she's pushing herself so hard.

Slowly, she pulls herself back up to her feet. She stretches out her shoulders, letting the tension roll off, and straightens her posture. She faces the mirror, setting her jaw with renewed focus, and hits the play button on the speaker. The beat of the song fills the studio once again, and she takes her position in the middle of the floor, counting herself in quietly.

She begins the routine, moving with a new intensity, her gaze fixed on her own reflection. Every move is deliberate, each step an answer to the voice of doubt that lingers in her mind. She works through the routine, repeating the difficult part over and over, pushing herself to stay in rhythm, to match the energy and the precision the choreography demands.

The minutes tick by, but she doesn't stop. Every time she stumbles, she resets and starts again, her breathing steady, her eyes focused. She can feel her muscles burning, her body exhausted, but she ignores the fatigue and the lingering ache in her heart, letting the rhythm carry her forward.

As the routine reaches its end, she holds the final pose, her chest rising and falling heavily as she stares at her reflection, determination flashing in her eyes. She may have been brought to her knees earlier, but now she stands tall, resolute, with a renewed fire.

The screen gradually fades to black, leaving the quiet intensity of Jade's solitary practice session lingering in the viewer's mind.

The scene opens with Jade sitting cross-legged on the floor of an empty dance studio, holding a small camera and grinning brightly at the lens. Sunlight streams through the large windows behind her, casting a warm glow on the polished floor and making the studio feel alive and full of promise. She looks casual, with her hair pulled back and her outfit simple but comfortable, ready for what she knows will be a challenging and exciting day.

She takes a deep breath, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and leans toward the camera. "Okay," she says, her tone bubbling with energy. "Today's a big day. I'm here waiting for my choreographer because I'm finally getting to see the choreography for a few of the songs. I honestly haven't felt this excited in a long time." She laughs, her expression a mix of joy and anticipation.."

She pauses, smiling as if holding back a secret, before leaning in closer to the camera. "I know that choreography is one of the most powerful parts of a performance. When the movement and the music come together just right, it's like magic. It's the moment when a song becomes something more than just notes and lyrics. And the thought that, today, I'll be getting a glimpse of that..." She trails off, her smile widening with anticipation.

She fiddles with her fingers, a hint of nerves showing through her excitement. "Honestly, I'm a little anxious, too," she admits, her eyes dropping to her lap for a moment. "I have a vision in my mind of what I want these songs to look like, and I hope that it lines up with what my choreographer has created. It's always such an intense process because dance is so personal. It's like... the physical side of my emotions, you know? So I want to make sure it feels authentic to who I am and to the messages I'm trying to share."

Jade pauses, looking thoughtful. "The songs we're working on today are really important to me. They have so much of my story in them, so much of who I am. I want the choreography to amplify that, to bring out those hidden layers and feelings. Sometimes, when words fail, movement can say it all. And that's what I hope happens with these pieces."

A quiet excitement takes over her expression as she talks. Her gaze lifts, and she glances at the door, her foot tapping lightly against the floor. "My choreographer should be here any minute now," she says, her tone buzzing with energy. "And when they walk in, that's when the real work begins. But honestly, I can't wait. This is what I live for. There's something so satisfying about taking a song from just an idea in my head to a full, living performance."

Jade laughs, rolling her eyes playfully. "I probably sound like such a workaholic right now. But it's true! I love this process so much. Even when it's tough, even when I'm pushing myself to my limits, it's all worth it for moments like these."

She leans back a little, looking into the camera with a more thoughtful expression. "I think that's what I hope people see in this documentary. The passion, the struggles, the joy... all of it. I want them to feel the journey I'm on, to know that every part of this, every late night, every early morning, every moment of doubt and excitement-it's all because I want to create something meaningful, something real."

Jade's phone buzzes on the floor beside her, and she glances at it quickly before looking back up at the camera with a beaming smile. "Looks like they're almost here!" She claps her hands together, her excitement now fully taking over any hint of nerves. "So, wish me luck! I'm ready to dive into this choreography and see where it takes us. I'll check back in with you all later, hopefully with a few sneak peeks of what we've come up with."

With one last, radiant smile, she reaches forward to turn off the camera. The screen fades to black, leaving the sense of her anticipation lingering, a reminder of how much heart and dedication she's poured into every step of this journey.

The scene opens with Jade standing at the edge of the dance studio, her eyes glued to the center where her choreographer, Somin, is preparing to start the demo of the choreography. A few YG executives sit nearby, observing intently, clipboards and pens in hand. The studio is filled with a quiet tension, but Jade's expression is bright, radiating excitement and curiosity.

As Somin cues the music, the room fills with the familiar beat of one of Jade's tracks, the bass reverberating off the walls. Somin moves with fluid precision, her body capturing the essence of the song with each beat, her movements blending strength with elegance. Jade watches closely, her expression shifting from awe to intense focus, nodding along as she takes in every detail.

When the demo ends, Somin catches her breath and walks over to Jade, who's smiling ear-to-ear. "Somin, that was amazing!" Jade gushes, clapping her hands together. "I love how powerful and sharp the moves are. It's exactly the energy I was hoping for!"

Somin beams, grateful for the positive feedback. "Thank you, Jade! I'm so glad you like it. I wanted to keep it bold but still have moments that bring out the softer, more expressive parts of the song."

One of the executives clears his throat, drawing Jade's attention. "It's a strong start," he says, glancing at his notes. "The overall flow fits the song well, but we're thinking about what adjustments might help bring even more impact for live performances."

Jade nods, taking their input seriously. "I was actually thinking the same thing," she says, turning to Somin. "Some of the sections are a bit intricate, and I wonder if we could simplify them slightly? That way, it'll still look impressive but will be easier for the audience to connect with in larger venues."

Somin nods thoughtfully, already making mental notes. "Good point. I want it to feel like the audience is drawn in, rather than being overwhelmed by too much complexity. We can definitely make it smoother in those sections."

They both turn as another executive speaks up. "And Jade, as the main performer, what are some of your own ideas for adjusting the choreography?" His question is genuine, his gaze encouraging, inviting Jade's unique perspective.

Jade tilts her head, considering the question for a moment. "Well," she starts, glancing back at Somin. "There's a part during the chorus where it feels like the moves pull me back a bit. I think we could switch to something that pushes forward instead, to give that extra punch. That way, it feels like I'm really leading the energy, and it keeps that connection with the audience."

Somin nods, her eyes lighting up. "That makes total sense! I think if we adjust the flow just a bit, we can amplify that forward motion. I'll work on a variation of that move and show it to you later."

One of the executives jots down some notes before looking up. "I think that change will definitely help. As far as the visuals go, we're fully on board with this direction. The choreography's clean and cohesive, and it aligns with the tone of the album perfectly."

Jade's excitement shines as she looks at Somin. "I'm so thrilled to see this coming together. You've really captured the heart of the song, Somin. Thank you for bringing it to life like this."

Somin grins back, visibly moved by Jade's gratitude. "It's my pleasure, Jade. Honestly, working with you has been amazing-you're so passionate and focused on every detail. It makes it easy to give my best."

The executives exchange nods, visibly satisfied. "Well, it seems like we're all in agreement," one of them says with a small smile. "Let's make these adjustments, and if Jade and Somin can run through it once more, I think we'll have the green light to finalize this for the stage."

As the executives prepare to leave, Jade catches Somin's arm. "Thank you again, Somin. I'm so glad we're working on this together. It's everything I hoped for and more."

Somin laughs, brushing off the praise. "It's all you, Jade. Let's make this a performance to remember."

With the song's choreography approved and a few final adjustments lined up, the energy in the room is unmistakable-this is going to be a performance like no other.

The next few weeks become a blur of rhythm, sweat, and endless repetition as Jade immerses herself in mastering the choreography. From the first day, it's clear that she's determined to make every movement perfect, every beat sharp. The studio lights turn on early each morning, casting long shadows across the empty room as Jade stretches and begins her warm-ups. Alone at first, she hums the beat under her breath, her mind already running through the choreography, section by section.

On Day 3, Somin is there to guide her through the routine, breaking down complex sequences and giving tips on foot placement and hand angles. Jade listens intently, nodding with each suggestion, her gaze fixed on the mirror as she tries to match Somin's form and precision. The music pulses through the studio, and Jade moves with it, still rough around the edges but unyielding. She stumbles a few times, her foot slipping in a quick turn, but she doesn't stop. Instead, she resets herself and goes again, her eyes fierce with focus.

By Week 2, the hours she's spent in the studio begin to show in her movements. The initial stiffness melts away, replaced by a growing fluidity. Somin watches from the corner, her arms crossed, a faint smile playing on her lips as Jade hits each beat with growing confidence. Yet, for Jade, it's not enough. She stays late into the night, perfecting even the smallest details-checking her posture in the mirror, adjusting the angle of her wrist, resetting and repeating each sequence until the mirror reflects exactly what she wants to see.

One evening, the camera captures Jade slumped on the floor, her back against the mirror, a towel draped around her neck. Her breathing is ragged, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead, yet her expression holds a glimmer of satisfaction. She glances at the camera, her lips curving into a small, exhausted smile. "I think I've almost got it... almost."

As Week 3 begins, the pace only intensifies. Somin introduces subtle changes, refining transitions and adding flourishes that bring out Jade's unique style. Jade nods along, absorbing each correction, her movements growing more expressive as she injects her personality into the choreography. Each day, she pushes herself harder, arriving at the studio earlier and staying later, her dedication unwavering. There are moments when frustration bubbles up-her footwork misaligning with the beat or a hand movement slipping off sync. But Jade never lets it hold her back. She breathes, resets, and tries again.

In Week 4, the routine becomes second nature. Jade knows each beat by heart, her body moving in perfect sync with the music, flowing through each movement as if it's etched into her bones. She's in the studio alone, running through the routine when the camera catches a moment of pure joy on her face. She's smiling as she dances, her expression one of triumph mixed with pride. She laughs as she nails a challenging turn, pausing to catch her breath, eyes shining with exhilaration.

The exhaustion is palpable, but so is her passion. By this point, she's fine-tuning every detail, focusing on expression, on making each step a reflection of the song's mood. She talks to herself as she rehearses, giving herself pointers and encouragement. "Come on, Jade... hit that... yes, just like that." Her voice echoes in the empty studio, filled with a quiet determination.

Finally, in the fifth week, Jade's hard work culminates in a run-through that's nearly flawless. Somin is back, watching from the sidelines with the same pride she's felt watching Jade grow these past weeks. This time, Jade moves through the routine with the confidence of someone who's earned it. Every beat, every turn, every gesture has been painstakingly honed, and now, she executes it with effortless grace.

As the last beat of the song fades, Jade holds her final pose, breathing hard but smiling. Somin claps, and Jade laughs, dropping to her knees, overcome with relief and pride. She's done it. The choreo that once seemed impossible is now hers, ingrained in her muscles and etched in her memory. She looks up at Somin, who's clapping with a proud grin.

"Jade," Somin says, shaking her head with admiration, "I've never seen someone work so hard. You've truly made this your own."

Jade laughs, wiping her brow. "I couldn't have done it without you. Thank you for pushing me, Somin."

The two share a quiet moment of mutual respect, the culmination of five weeks of relentless hard work. Jade's journey to master the choreography is more than just about learning steps-it's a testament to her dedication, her resilience, and her unyielding drive to give nothing less than her best.

Later, as she walks out of the studio, her tired but fulfilled expression speaks volumes. She's ready for what comes next, confident that all her hours of practice have prepared her to bring this performance to life.

Jade smiles at the camera as she adjusts it on the small tripod set up on a table in the corner of the studio. Her cheeks are flushed, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on her forehead, a testament to the hours she's already spent rehearsing. She sits cross-legged on the floor, wrapping a towel around her shoulders and taking a deep breath before speaking directly to her viewers.

"Hey, Blinks!" she greets, her voice warm and cheerful despite her clear exhaustion. "I wanted to give you guys a quick update because, well, a lot has been happening! I've been working really hard these past few weeks to get all the choreography down for the new album." Her smile widens as she glances around the studio, where remnants of her practice-water bottles, notebooks, and stray towels-are scattered. "And... I actually have all the choreography done now! It feels amazing to say that."

Jade pauses to take a sip from her water bottle, her eyes shining with excitement as she continues. "Honestly, this has been one of the hardest but most rewarding parts of the whole album process. Every day, I'm here for hours, sometimes till late at night, just going over every step, every beat. It's a lot of work, but I know it's all going to be worth it when I get to perform for you guys."

She laughs, recalling the long hours spent learning each piece. "Somin, my choreographer, has been absolutely incredible. I really couldn't have done this without her. She has this amazing way of breaking everything down and making it feel so much more manageable. There were definitely days when I was frustrated, when a move just wasn't clicking or I was too tired to keep up, but she was always there, cheering me on and giving me the guidance I needed to push through."

Her expression softens as she speaks about Somin, her admiration evident. "She's really helped me make this choreography my own. Somin didn't just teach me the steps-she's helped me understand how to bring out the emotions in each move, how to make it feel like my own story. That's something I really appreciate, and I think you guys are going to be able to feel that in the performances."

Jade leans forward, her voice dropping as if she's sharing a secret. "Honestly, when I first started learning the choreo, I wasn't sure if I'd be able to handle it. There are so many songs, and each one has its own vibe and intensity. Some parts are fast and fierce, and others are more subtle and expressive. Keeping up with all of that, especially while trying to make each movement unique, was a huge challenge. But that's exactly what makes it so exciting!"

She lets out a small, triumphant sigh, her eyes lighting up. "Now that I have the choreo done, though, I feel... I don't know, it's like I can finally breathe a little. It's such a huge relief, but it also feels like an accomplishment. I'm proud of myself, and I'm so grateful for all the people who've been here helping me every step of the way."

Jade glances away for a moment, her gaze distant as she recalls the intense, sleepless nights and the seemingly endless rehearsals. She smiles softly, then looks back at the camera. "I know it sounds cliché, but this whole process has been a reminder of why I love what I do. There's something about working so hard toward a goal, pushing through the tough moments, and then finally seeing it come together... it's just such an incredible feeling."

She laughs, rubbing the back of her neck. "And, of course, it's all for you guys. I keep picturing the looks on your faces when you see these performances, when you hear the songs. That's what keeps me going. Blinks, you're the reason I'm here every day, giving it my all. I want to make sure that every part of this album and every performance is the best it can be, for you."

Jade grins, holding up her hands in a little victory sign. "So, yeah, I just wanted to share this with you and let you know that things are coming together. The choreo is ready, and I'm really looking forward to showing you all what we've been working on. There are still a few more steps to get everything perfect, but I'm feeling really confident about it all now."

She sits back, letting out a content sigh as she stretches her arms overhead. "Thank you for being so patient with me. I know it's been a while, but trust me, this album is going to be worth the wait. I can't wait for you to see everything we've put together-the songs, the choreo, the visuals... all of it."

Jade pauses, her expression softening with genuine affection. "I love you guys so much. Thank you for supporting me, even during the hard times. Knowing that you're all there, cheering me on, makes this journey even more meaningful."

With a final wave, she smiles warmly into the camera. "Alright, I'm going to get back to practicing! But I'll keep you updated as we get closer to release day. I hope you're as excited as I am! Bye for now, Blinks-love you all!"

She reaches forward, stopping the recording, her face beaming with a mix of pride, excitement, and gratitude as she prepares for another round of rehearsal, knowing she's one step closer to sharing this journey with the fans who mean the world to her.

In the expansive, polished dance studio, Jade stands before a panel of ten YG executives, each holding their notebooks and tablets, ready to evaluate her latest choreography. The air is thick with anticipation, and Jade takes a deep breath, steadying herself. This is the culmination of weeks of work, long hours in the studio, and late nights. She feels both a surge of pride and a pang of anxiety as the executives settle in.

As the music begins, Jade flows through her choreographed movements, putting her heart into each beat. Every step and turn is deliberate, each gesture an echo of the hours she's poured into mastering this dance. The song swells, and Jade moves with it, her face reflecting the emotion of the lyrics. She's giving her all, wanting to show the panel every bit of progress she's made, every bit of herself she's put into this album.

When the music fades, Jade stands breathless but hopeful, wiping a light sheen of sweat from her forehead as she looks toward the executives. They murmur among themselves, some scribbling down notes, while others simply watch her, their expressions unreadable.

Finally, the head executive clears his throat and looks at her. "Thank you, Jade. We can see you've put in a lot of work."

There's a chorus of nods, a few of the executives glancing at one another as they review their notes. Some share approving looks, and a couple give her encouraging nods. For a moment, Jade feels a surge of relief-but it's quickly tempered by the slight tension she notices between two of the evaluators. Her heart rate quickens.

Then the head choreographer, a seasoned woman with a sharp, discerning gaze, speaks up. "Jade, there's no question that you're talented and hardworking," she begins, her tone direct. "But, honestly, I feel like you're lacking in some of the details in your footwork and lines. You've come a long way, but you're not yet dancing at the level expected of a main dancer."

Jade feels her stomach drop, her mind racing. She'd been working hard to improve her technique, dedicating countless hours to perfecting her moves. Hearing this feedback stings, even though she understands it's meant to help her improve. She nods respectfully, fighting to keep her composure. "Thank you for the feedback. I'll definitely work harder to improve."

The choreographer, still observing her closely, raises an eyebrow. "We're not talking about just effort here. We're talking about the polish and finesse that a main dancer needs. You have the basics down, but there's an extra level of intensity, of precision, that I expect to see, especially in choreography this dynamic."

The head executive glances at her, nodding slowly before looking back at Jade. "The choreography is excellent, and you clearly understand the flow and meaning of the dance," he says thoughtfully. "But it's about embodying the role of a main dancer, and the feedback here is to help you reach that level."

Another executive nods, chiming in. "We're pushing you because we know you're capable of it. We've seen how much you've improved already, but we want to see you keep pushing yourself."

Jade nods, a small, determined smile forming as she takes in their words. Despite the criticism, she's motivated to keep working harder. She's come so far, and she's not going to let a challenging evaluation hold her back.

The head choreographer glances at the other executives, who all nod in agreement. "Starting next week," she says firmly, turning her gaze back to Jade, "I'll be personally overseeing your lessons. We'll focus on refining every detail, from the alignment of each movement to the energy and presence you bring to the stage. You'll need to trust the process and be ready to put in even more work."

Jade's eyes widen slightly at the announcement. Having the head choreographer personally take over her lessons is an unexpected development-one that brings a mix of pressure and excitement. She nods resolutely, her face set with determination. "Thank you," she says, her voice steady. "I'm ready to do whatever it takes."

The head choreographer studies her for a moment, then offers a rare, approving nod. "Good. We'll begin by breaking down each section of the dance. You'll learn to isolate your movements, to control every inch of the choreography. This isn't just about getting through the steps-it's about performing with the kind of poise and precision that will captivate an audience."

Jade nods again, determination burning in her eyes. This is a new challenge, a steeper mountain to climb than she'd anticipated, but she's ready for it. She's already invested so much of herself in this project; what's a few more weeks of hard work if it means she can meet these expectations and surpass them?

Another executive chimes in, a slight smile softening the seriousness in his expression. "And remember, Jade, we're giving you this feedback because we believe you can achieve it. We wouldn't push you if we didn't know you had what it takes."

Hearing this, Jade feels a swell of gratitude and a renewed sense of determination. She's worked tirelessly on this album, and the choreography is a crucial piece of the entire vision she's bringing to life. She's ready to commit even more of herself to reach the level the team expects.

The head choreographer gives her one last look before gathering her things. "We'll meet again next week. Until then, keep working on the basics we've covered so far. I'll see you soon, Jade."

Jade bows, thanking the choreographer and each executive as they wrap up the evaluation. As they leave the studio, she stands alone, the echoes of their words lingering in the air. She takes a deep breath, letting their feedback settle in her mind. It's tough, but she's grateful for it; this is the push she needs to elevate herself to the next level.

With renewed focus, she heads back to the center of the studio, rolling her shoulders back as she prepares to dive back into the choreography. She knows it won't be easy, but she's never been one to shy away from hard work.

In the mirrored dance studio, Jade stands facing her choreographer, Seo Hye-jin, an intense woman known for her precise instructions and unrelenting standards. The studio is quiet aside from the occasional shuffling of Jade's feet, the click of Hye-jin's stopwatch, and the echo of the song playing from the speakers. The atmosphere is thick with tension, a quiet but mounting pressure filling the air as Jade tries to nail down each step, each beat.

"Again," Hye-jin instructs, her voice sharp and unwavering. Jade nods and starts from the top, mentally counting as she moves to the rhythm. Her arms cut through the air with focus, her feet landing firmly on the floor, but something feels off.

"Jade, you're off-beat," Hye-jin interrupts, the frustration in her tone unmistakable. Jade halts mid-step, breathing heavily as she turns to face Hye-jin, who is scrutinizing her movements with an expression that's growing increasingly impatient. "Your timing is all over the place. We've been working on this section for days now."

Jade swallows hard, nodding as she catches her breath, feeling her heart sink. "I'm sorry. I'll do it again. I think I can get it this time."

"Thinking you can get it isn't good enough," Hye-jin snaps, her eyes narrowing. "You're supposed to be ready by now, Jade. If you can't get something as simple as the timing right, how do you expect to handle a full choreography under the pressure of a live performance?"

Jade nods again, her voice quiet as she responds, "I understand. I'll try harder." She tries to keep her face calm, even though her frustration with herself is bubbling up inside.

Hye-jin crosses her arms, studying her with a hard gaze. "Do you really understand, though? Because from what I'm seeing, it doesn't look like it. Your movements are sloppy, your transitions lack fluidity, and you're off-beat. And this is after weeks of practice."

Jade takes a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. But as she moves through the choreography again, her steps falter, and the rhythm slips from her grasp. It's as if the weight of Hye-jin's words is pressing down on her, making her every move feel clumsy and wrong.

"Stop," Hye-jin says, her voice cutting through the music like a knife. Jade freezes, feeling her cheeks flush as she lowers her head, ashamed of how she's been performing.

"I expected more from you, Jade," Hye-jin says, the disappointment in her voice stinging. "It's as if you're moving backward instead of improving. At this rate, I'm beginning to wonder if you're even ready for this debut."

The words hit Jade like a punch to the gut. Her hands clench into fists as she looks down, struggling to keep her composure. She's worked so hard for this, and hearing her dream being questioned is like a slap to the face.

"I'm sorry," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

Hye-jin lets out a sigh, shaking her head as she moves toward the exit. "Sorry isn't going to cut it. Not in this industry, Jade. Either you're ready, or you're not. Right now, it looks like you're not." She pauses by the door, glancing back at Jade with a final, piercing look. "I suggest you figure it out before our next session."

With that, Hye-jin walks out, leaving the room heavy with silence.

The moment the door closes, Jade's composure crumbles. She collapses to her knees, her head bowed as tears spill down her cheeks. The harshness of Hye-jin's words replays in her mind, each one like a painful reminder of the pressure weighing on her. She's poured her heart into this album, spent countless nights practicing until her body ached, and yet here she is-failing to meet the expectations she's set for herself.

For a few minutes, she lets herself cry, feeling the raw sting of her disappointment and exhaustion. The weight of the moment feels crushing, like she's carrying the world on her shoulders, and for a fleeting second, she wonders if she's in over her head. But beneath the despair, there's a flicker of determination-a quiet, stubborn part of her that refuses to give up.

Wiping her tears, Jade takes a shaky breath and rises to her feet. Her reflection in the mirror is a reminder of how far she's come, and she isn't ready to let this setback define her journey. She takes a deep breath, centering herself, and sets her focus on the choreography. The criticism, the doubt, the exhaustion-they all fade into the background as she channels every ounce of energy into her movements.

With the music playing, she starts again, paying extra attention to every beat, every count. She's no longer just dancing; she's pushing herself to find the rhythm within, to make each movement feel as natural as breathing. Every time she stumbles or misses a beat, she stops, corrects herself, and starts over, refusing to settle for anything less than perfect.

Minutes turn into hours as she practices, her body drenched in sweat, her muscles screaming in protest. But she pushes through, her focus unwavering. She's determined to prove Hye-jin wrong, to prove to herself that she has what it takes to be on that stage, to own every part of this journey. With each repetition, she feels herself getting closer to the rhythm, finding a connection with the music that's deeper than before.

As the night wears on, Jade's movements become sharper, her steps more precise. She's exhausted, but the drive to get it right fuels her, pushing her past her limits. She's no longer focused on impressing anyone else-she's doing this for herself, for the dream she's been chasing since she first set foot in a dance studio.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she finishes the routine, her body coming to a halt as the music fades out. She's breathing heavily, every muscle in her body aching, but there's a sense of accomplishment in her chest-a quiet, steady pride that she's fought through the frustration and found her way.

As she stands there in the empty studio, her reflection in the mirror, she allows herself a small smile. This journey has been tough, filled with moments of doubt and struggle, but tonight, she's proven to herself that she can rise above it.

The familiar hum of the dance studio lights fills the room as Jade stands in the center, poised and ready, with the watchful eyes of YG's top executives and creative team on her. After weeks of grueling practice, she feels a mixture of anticipation and nerves coursing through her, but today is different. This time, she can feel the confidence surging from within. She's ready to give it her all.

The music begins, and Jade lets herself sink into the rhythm, each beat guiding her movements as she flows through the choreography. Her body moves with precision, her steps landing perfectly on the beat as she weaves the emotions of the song into every step. The once challenging transitions now feel smooth and natural, her confidence radiating through each movement.

The camera occasionally pans to the faces of the executives, capturing their expressions as they watch her performance. There's a distinct change in their demeanor compared to her last evaluation-their brows aren't furrowed in concern but raised in admiration, their gazes focused and appreciative. Hye-jin, seated among them, watches closely, her critical eyes softened by a faint smile as she notices Jade's growth and dedication.

As the song builds up to its climax, Jade hits every accent, her expressions matching the energy of the music. She recalls all the practice, the late nights, the moments of frustration, and channels it into a powerful performance, pouring her heart and soul into each beat. This is her story, her journey, captured in dance.

The music fades, and Jade holds her final pose, her breath coming in soft pants. For a moment, there's silence-a stillness that hangs in the air. Then, the executives begin to nod, exchanging glances with approving smiles. One of them, an older executive who rarely shows emotion, claps lightly before offering her a nod of approval.

"Well done, Jade," he says, his voice steady but warm. "You've not only improved-you've transformed this choreography. You're ready."

Hye-jin, the choreographer who once doubted her, steps forward, her gaze now filled with pride. "This is the main dancer we've been waiting to see. You worked hard, and it shows. You brought this choreography to life in a way only you could."

Jade's chest swells with pride and relief, a smile breaking out as she bows deeply in gratitude. "Thank you so much," she says, her voice slightly shaky with emotion.

The head of YG's creative team stands up, looking at her with an approving nod. "Jade, this is the level of performance that will captivate audiences. You've shown us today that you're not only capable but prepared. Keep this confidence with you-it's what makes you shine."

Jade's smile widens, and she can feel the weight of all her hard work lifting off her shoulders. She's overcome the hurdles, silenced her doubts, and proven her worth. Standing there, surrounded by the positive energy and validation of the team, she feels a renewed sense of purpose.

After the feedback session wraps up, the executives approach her one by one, offering words of encouragement and congratulations. Hye-jin gives her a brief hug, a rare show of affection that Jade gladly accepts, feeling a deep respect and gratitude for her mentor. As Jade steps out of the studio, her heart feels light, her steps confident, and a spark of excitement brewing for what lies ahead. Today, she has finally received the validation she's been working so hard for-she is ready.

Jade sits in front of the camera, her expression a mix of joy, pride, and a touch of disbelief. She takes a deep breath, smoothing her hands over her outfit, and smiles brightly at the lens. Her eyes are sparkling, and there's a lightness in her face that comes from knowing she's finally reached the end of a long, difficult road.

"Blinks..." she begins, her voice soft but steady, "this is my last letter to you before the album drops, and I'm just-wow, I'm so excited to be here, telling you this." She pauses, collecting her thoughts, her smile growing even wider. "I finished preparing for the album. Everything... the songs, the choreography, the meetings with producers, all the late nights-it's all done."

She sighs, leaning back as she reminisces about the journey that brought her here. "I remember when this was just a vague idea, just some scribbles in my notebook, you know? I'd never imagined how intense this process would be. I've learned so much more than I could've thought possible, not just about music but about myself, my limits, and what I'm capable of."

She chuckles softly, a mix of humility and pride in her voice. "The songwriting... that was a journey on its own. It wasn't just about putting words down; it was about opening up parts of myself I wasn't even sure I was ready to share. Some of these songs, they're like pages from my diary-things I haven't told anyone, parts of me that I've never shown. I kept thinking, 'Will this connect with people? Will Blinks understand what I'm trying to say?' But then I realized it doesn't matter if it's perfect; it just has to be me."

Her face softens as she recalls the countless hours spent in the dance studio. "And the choreography, oh my goodness," she laughs, shaking her head slightly. "There were days I genuinely thought I wouldn't make it. I remember Hye-jin unnie being so strict with me, making sure every movement was precise. There were moments when I questioned myself, when I wondered if I'd ever get it right."

Jade's eyes glisten slightly, and she takes a moment before continuing. "But every time I felt like I couldn't do it, I thought about you, Blinks. I thought about the way you always cheer for me, how you believe in me even on days I don't believe in myself. That's what kept me going. You gave me strength, even when I was exhausted."

She leans forward, a genuine gratitude in her gaze. "I wish I could truly express how much it means to me. Every step of this album, every late night, every struggle, every laugh, I thought about you. I wanted to make something that you would feel proud of. I wanted to give you something meaningful, something that reflects all the love and support you've shown me."

A tear slips down her cheek, and she laughs, quickly wiping it away. "Look at me, getting all emotional!" She takes a steadying breath, regaining her composure. "I guess I just... I feel free now, like I've shared something so close to my heart, and I'm giving it to you."

Jade glances away, her face thoughtful before she returns her gaze to the camera. "This is the end of one chapter, but I feel like it's the beginning of something even more incredible. And I'm so grateful that you'll be with me for it. This album-it's as much yours as it is mine. You're the reason this happened, the reason I was able to push through and create something I'm proud of."

She smiles one last time, her eyes soft and filled with warmth. "So... thank you, Blinks. For everything. I hope you feel all the love I've put into this, because it's all for you."

With a deep breath, she leans forward, giving the camera a little wave, her voice tender as she says, "Until next time." Then, with one last smile, she ends the recording, ready to take the next steps with her fans by her side.