Ragged breaths.
Hearts beating as one.
A low, ambient, yet tension-filled sound that encapsulated the entire dome.
It was time.
The birth of a new generation of idols was finally going to take place.
The trainees had now moved to the stage, arranged in the circular platform like candles on a birthday cake. It ever-so-slightly rotated, making the already nauseous trainees even dizzier.
The audience and mentors weren't any different.
They felt like their hearts had dropped to the pit of their stomachs, so they couldn't imagine how the trainees felt on the stage.
Kang Minho, too, felt the nerves in his blood. Yet, he kept a professional stance.
The cards were delivered right to his hand—eight special envelopes that contained the names of the chosen ones.
The music only grew louder as Kang Minho took a step forward.
- This is really it.
- I'm about to shit my pants.
