The Audition(2)

Her hands shook as they fell away from the urn, limp at her sides, and she sat there, defeated and hollow. Her body slumped forward, eyes vacant, as if all life had been drained from her. The silence that followed was suffocating.

The judges and producers sat in stunned silence, unable to look away. Mingwa's performance had been so hauntingly real, so devastatingly raw, that for a moment, they forgot they were watching an audition. She had become the character entirely, making everyone feel her loss, her desperation, her helplessness.

When the scene ended, the room remained heavy with the weight of her performance, everyone too mesmerized to speak.

As the room lingered in silence, the impact of Mingwa's performance hung thick in the air. No one moved, no one spoke—captivated by the raw emotion she had poured into the scene. Her chest still heaved slightly, tears clinging to her lashes as she slowly stood, pulling herself out of the character's deep despair.