Gangster to Idol

The trainees mirrored her steps, some more in sync than others. The basic framework of the routine was simple: a few sharp body pops, a smooth slide across the floor, and then a burst of energy during the chorus where the choreography became more intricate — spins, jumps, and a challenging sequence of quick footwork.

Kalista paced in front of the group, eyeing their form. "Don't rush it. The trick to making this look effortless is in mastering the flow. Sharp, then smooth. Contrast. That's what makes it pop."

Cain, like the others, worked hard to catch the subtle nuances in Kalista's movements. He realized that while the moves weren't impossible, executing them with her level of finesse was another story.

The balance between fluidity and power was key, and Kalista embodied that perfectly.

However, thanks to his [Sharp Mind], Cain's eyes tracked every subtle movement Kalista made. Each step, each turn, locked into place in his mind like a puzzle coming together.

Within a few tries, the choreography felt almost second nature to him, as if his body was made to follow her lead effortlessly.

As the session progressed, Kalista stopped occasionally to correct someone's posture or foot placement. Her feedback was swift, but effective, a simple "fix your angle" or "hit the beat sharper" was all she needed to get the trainees back on track.

By the end of the practice, most had the basics down, but it was clear they would need to push themselves if they wanted to make their performance shine. Your next chapter is on m_vl_em_p_yr

Kalista moved through the room like a storm, her eyes sharp and observant, missing nothing as she dissected every movement from the trainees. As she went, she gave each one her own brand of brutally honest feedback.

"Too stiff. Loosen up or you'll never keep up with the rhythm," she told one trainee, her voice firm but not cruel.

When she reached the women in the group, Kalista paused, her eyes narrowing as she studied their movements. "You're hitting the steps, but you're forgetting one important element — your hair," she said, surprising everyone.

"Hair?" one of the girls blinked in confusion.

"Yes, hair. Hair is part of your performance too. Idol choreography, especially for women, isn't just about your body. You need to move your hair with intention," Kalista continued.

She flicked her own head to demonstrate, her sleek, black hair cutting through the air like a blade. "It's called hair choreography. Control it. Make it part of the dance. Watch any major female idol — there's a reason they keep their hair down. It amplifies every turn, every step.

If your hair's out of sync, your whole performance suffers."

Cain raised an eyebrow. Hair choreography? He had never heard of such a thing, but as he glanced around at the women struggling to make their hair flow naturally with their movements, it clicked.

There was more to being an idol than just dancing or singing. It was about the whole image — the illusion of effortless grace and precision.

"Good thing you're not a girl, huh?" Fifi remarked with a playful smirk. "You guys have it easy. We girls have to work twice as hard. That's why you need to go easy on us, Cain. We've suffered so much. Don't you pity us?"

Cain shot her a sideways glance, his expression unreadable before he muttered, "Shut up."

Fifi just clicked her tongue, unfazed, knowing that beneath his rough exterior, her words had hit their mark. She really wondered what happened to Cain in the past for him to develop such aversion to girls.

Kalista moved on to Riku, who was visibly sweating. His awkwardness on the dance floor was painfully obvious, and Kalista didn't sugarcoat it.

"Riku, you're struggling the most," she said bluntly. "Your timing is off, and you're too tense. You need to relax into the movements. This isn't a fight. It's a dance. You can't power your way through it."

Riku nodded sheepishly, his face flushed. He was trying, but dancing was far from his strength, and everyone knew it.

Still, there was a flicker of determination in his eyes that Cain couldn't help but admire. Riku wasn't going to give up, no matter how harsh the critique because he had the most drive from all of them to succeed.

Then it was Cain's turn. Kalista stopped in front of him, her eyes lingering for a moment longer than usual. She was not going to touch him, right?

Cain stood tall, his posture straight, waiting for whatever she had to say. He knew he had nailed the choreography — his [Sharp Mind] had made sure of that — but Kalista was never one to leave things unsaid.

"You've got the moves down," she said, her voice even. "Your body follows the rhythm naturally, and your technique is solid. Probably the best in the room."

The last comment was unnecessary but it was necessary for the drama that Kalista deliberately created.

And like Cain had anticipated, whispers spread like wildfire among the trainees, tension thick in the air. Out of everyone, Damien seemed the most on edge, his frustration barely contained. His jaw clenched, fists tight at his sides, a storm brewing behind his eyes.

It ate at him — being overshadowed in both singing and dancing, even in the intermediate group. He wasn't used to blending into the background.

Damien hailed from Blaze Entertainment, a powerhouse in the industry known for producing stars. He had been trained by the best — polished, refined, molded into what should have been the next idol sensation. So why was it that two independent trainees, nobodies without the backing of a giant company, were overshadowing him?

It didn't make sense. His frustration simmered beneath the surface. He had the resources, the training, and the reputation. Yet, here he was, watching C.C. and Riku — two wild cards — steal the spotlight he thought was his.

Jealousy gnawed at him, bitter and relentless, as he watched others rise while he remained stuck in the shadows, unable to stand out.

Cain felt a flicker of pride, but it was short-lived as Kalista continued.

"But," she said sharply, locking eyes with him. "Your facial expressions. They're flat. You're dancing like you're solving a math problem, not performing. Being an idol isn't just about nailing the steps — it's about making the audience feel something. You need to connect emotionally.

If your face doesn't match the energy of the performance, no one will care how well you dance."