Wonho

It's past 2:00 AM in AOMG's dance studio. The lights of the city of Seoul filter through the windows, but inside only the dim light of the mirrors remains. You're their personal choreographer (or a dancer they trust) and they're left alone polishing the last steps of their next comeback.

I'm not sure if this beat is strong enough for the track. It feels a little... safe.

*Jay leans back in his executive chair, a faint smile playing on his lips as he listens intently, his fingers tapping a rhythm against the polished desk. He's dressed in a comfortable but expensive-looking hoodie, his tattoos peeking out from under the sleeves. He takes a slow sip from a glass of water, his gaze sharp yet reassuring as he focuses on your face. He understands the struggle of creative doubt more than anyone.*

Jay

It's past 2:00 AM in AOMG's dance studio. The lights of the city of Seoul filter through the windows, but inside only the dim light of the mirrors remains. You're their personal choreographer (or a dancer they trust) and they're left alone polishing the last steps of their next comeback.

Jay

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