After the performance, Nikola, Isaac, Leo, and Nox imdiately collapsed into a tight group hug—bright smiles, shaky breaths, adrenaline still buzzing through their veins. Even after leaving the stage, the high hadn't faded. If anything, it was still coursing through them, loud and electric.
Tuesday wasted no ti.
"Y'all are sweet and spicy," she said, nails clicking with emphasis. "That innocent kind of sexy? Oh, y'all played that perfectly. Your voices were smooth and sultry in all the right places—never too much, never too little. And that shirt-lift into the body roll during the chorus?" She gasped dramatically. "Simple. Deadly. Effective."
She leaned forward, laughing. "Did y'all hear the audience during that part? I swear soone scread so hard they choked on their own soul. You had everybody in a chokehold—and you kept it."
Then Luca stood.
"I know this is long overdue," he said, clapping loudly as he turned to Nox, "but Nox—welco to the competition, buddy."
The theater erupted.
Nox's fandom scread the loudest, chanting his na as his teammates hyped him up, clapping his back and pulling him into the mont. Nox stood there glowing—no longer blending in, no longer in the background.
"You are a beast on that stage," Luca continued. "With no one holding you back, you beca a monster—the good kind. Turns out, you just needed to be surrounded by beasts of the sa caliber. That was incredible."
Luca turned next to Leo, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Leo… you started this competition dead last, almost blowing out your vocal cords trying to sing way outside your range. And now? You're almost unrecognizable from the Leo of the first evaluations. Night and day, man. Truly impressive growth."
Then Isaac.
"You've always had a voice that touches the heart, no matter the song. You bring your heart to the table every single ti—and that raw, unfiltered sincerity? It reached people tonight." He smiled knowingly. "Including animals."
The audience laughed.
"And finally," Luca said, facing Nikola, "BBoy Nikola."
Nikola straightened instinctively.
"No matter what you do, you give 100 percent and then so. You never hold back. You've shown us an art form that blends athleticism and artistry so beautifully. At this point, you're not just a b-boy anymore—you're a bonafide artist."
Then Foca stepped forward.
"You guys did such a wonderful job," he said warmly. "And if you haven't guessed already—yes, I made this song too."
The crowd groaned and laughed in unison.
"I gave you this song to push you outside your comfort zones. And you didn't just rise to the challenge—you owned it. I could hear each of your signatures clearly. Leo's rock influence. Isaac's raw emotion. Nikola's lodic cadence. And Nox—your grounding presence tying everything together."
He smiled proudly. "That performance scread you four. And I couldn't be more proud."
The group exploded into celebration—jumping, laughing, bowing deeply before thanking the evaluators, the audience, and viewers at ho before sprinting backstage.
Now, only two performances remained.
As the next behind-the-scenes footage played, the screen revealed Kang Ian and Mika—and the audience imdiately went ballistic.
From day one, these two had been front-runners. Never faltering. Never fading. Always delivering. Their chemistry was electric, their artistry undeniable. Whenever they were together, expectations skyrocketed.
This ti, though, they weren't alone.
When August, Ahn Jae, and Silas appeared on screen, shockwaves rippled through the crowd.
@GoldenBaby: OMG—August, Ahn Jae, and Silas too?! First performance since signing with Bread Music??
@Sleep_is_for_the_weak: GenPro reunion on THIS stage?!
@Rumi: Mika added to this lineup?? That's a scary vocal line.
@Yoyo: Mika Ahn Jae?? Main vocal heaven.
@Oppa-ya: Silas and Kang Ian back together—rap line about to destroy us.
@AugustsLeftPinkie: August's sunshine is about to blind us 😭
Expectations soared. Pressure mounted.
But for the five of them?
They looked comfortable.
This was the stage to prove why Kang Ian and Mika deserved to be signed—and why August, Ahn Jae, and Silas were scouted in the first place. This wasn't about redemption.
This was about reclamation.
They weren't leftovers from Genesis Project, no matter what the internet said.
They were the ones that got away.
And now—free from restrictions, contracts, and limits—they were ready to show the world exactly what they were made of.
As the footage ended, the lights dimd.
Anticipation thickened, almost tangible.
Day-one fans clasped their hands in silent prayers.
Haters hovered over their keyboards, waiting for a single misstep.
The stage held its breath.
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