As trainees flooded the stage—laughing, crying, dogpiling Bobby like it was the finale of a sports ani—Foca calmly observed the chaos… and saw his opening.
"Excuse ," he said smoothly, voice gentle but firm, "may I ask for your undivided attention, please."
And just like that—silence.
It didn't matter who you were. Trainee. Staff. Caraman mid-zoom. Audience mber mid-scream. Viewers at ho mid-tweet. When Foca spoke, everyone listened. It wasn't written anywhere, but it was universally understood: Foca talks, the world shuts up.
"Thank you," he said, offering his signature soft smile as the noise settled—so people calming down willingly, others clearly forcing themselves to behave.
"Since all the trainees are already on stage," Foca continued, "I'd like to take this opportunity to say how proud I am of every single one of you."
The trainees straightened imdiately.
"All of you poured countless hours into rehearsals, lessons, and growth over these past three months. You listened. You learned. You pushed yourselves. And tonight, the culmination of all that hard work inspired not only the world—but as well."
His voice ward.
"You have all proven yourselves. Every one of you should be proud."
Then—unexpectedly—Foca began clapping.
A full standing ovation.
The audience followed instantly, cheers erupting again as the trainees ford three neat lines on stage, hands linked tightly together. They raised them high into the air, then bowed deeply in unison.
The cheers got even louder.
"I wanna say sothin' too."
Tuesday's voice cut through the noise like a blade wrapped in glitter.
"If he sayin' sothin', then I wanna say my piece too." She looked around, eyebrow cocked. "Y'all cool with that?"
The trainees, audience, and half the internet scread YES.
"Auf cwours it's fine," Tuesday said smugly, waving her hand. "Y'all love ."
Laughter exploded.
She turned to face the trainees, cracking her neck once, professional filter officially tossed into the void.
"Alright. I'ma be REAL with y'all," she began. "No cap. NONE."
The audience leaned in.
"Y'all ate that stage up… and licked it CLEAN."
The theatre LOST IT.
"Like damn!" Tuesday continued. "The whole ti I was sittin' there like—'DAYUM!' My wigs was gettin' snatched left and right. I almost had to pull out my ergency super glue from my purse 'cause the way y'all blew away?? CRIMINAL."
She fanned herself dramatically.
"For real, whew! I ain't tryna throw shade—"
The audience collectively said liar.
"—but from what I saw tonight?" Tuesday smirked. "All them other survival shows out there could NEVERRRR."
She dragged the word like rent was due.
"I'ma just keep it cute and honest."
The internet IMDIATELY imploded.
@mothblade: SHADE HAS BEEN THROWN!!! TAKE COVER!!! (she not wrong tho)
@CaliforniaMaki: No lies detected. Not a single syllable.
@Yoyo: THIS is the Kween I aspire to be 😭 zero fucks, all facts
@Oppa-ya: Miss ma'am woke up and chose VIOLENCE today
→ @Rumi: Violence is never the answer.
→→ @Rumi: It's the QUESTION.
→→→ @Rumi: And the answer is ALWAYS YES 😮💨😤
@MileyCircus: I can't breathe 😭 she's so SAVAGE I love her sm
And then… the thinkpieces arrived.
@Malory: How disrespectful. Soone in such a high position should show professionalism.
→ @Conservatism: This kind of vulgar conduct should be frowned upon. The internet is filled with mindless fools who enable this behavior. Shaful.
→→ @Edward Cullen: "People on the internet"? So… you? Because last I checked, YOU are also on the internet 😭😭
→→ @Edward Cullen: Imagine calling yourself a fool with your whole chest 🤣🤣 I cannotttt
The likes piled up faster than anyone could scroll.
On stage, Tuesday smiled sweetly—completely unbothered, absolutely moisturized, thriving.
And sowhere in the chaos, Bobby stood surrounded by his fellow trainees, heart full, eyes shining, realizing that this—this ss, this love, this madness—was only the beginning.
"Y'all really bust yo asses and perford like there's no tomorrow!" Tuesday continued, pacing the mini stage of the evaluators, like she owned the lease—which, spiritually, she did. "I was sittin' there like… whatever y'all be smokin' backstage? I wanna hit that too."
The theatre exploded in laughter.
Tuesday waved her hand quickly. "RELAX—I'm jokin'! HR, unclench!"
More laughter.
"But for real though," she said, tone shifting just enough to make everyone lean in. "Kiddin' aside. I want y'all to rember this exact mont. Burn it into your brains. Tattoo it on your souls."
She tapped her temple with a long acrylic.
"'Cause one day, when doubt creeps in—and trust , that bitch ALWAYS creeps in—you gon' look back at tonight and say, 'Nah. I DID that.'"
The trainees listened like their lives depended on it.
"Y'all don't gotta prove yourselves to nobody. What y'all did tonight?" Tuesday snapped her fingers. "That's history. The world saw you. The world heard you."
She lifted her hand high and clicked her acrylics loud and proud.
"Good job. Congratulations."
CLICK CLICK CLICK.
The audience followed.
CLICK CLICK CLICK.
The trainees followed—so awkward, so enthusiastic, so absolutely slaying it like they'd been born with acrylics on.
"Das RIGHT!" Tuesday said with a beaming grin. "See? Period."
After a few minutes, Luca cleared his throat.
"…Okay. I guess it's my turn."
The crowd imdiately laughed. Luca had that look—the one that said, I am about to be a problem.
"I'm so sorry in advance," Luca said earnestly, hands together. "To anyone watching at ho with children… please cover their ears for a second."
Sowhere across the world, parents instinctively reached for their TVs.
Luca leaned toward the cara, dead serious. "Okay. Are their ears covered?"
He paused, nodding slowly as if receiving confirmation through the lens.
"…Alright. Cool."
Then Luca stood up.
"You guys did such a damn well FUCKING good job!"
The theatre froze for exactly half a second.
Then—absolute chaos.
Cheers. Screams. Laughter. Tuesday slapped the table. Soone in the audience yelled, "SAY IT LOUDER!"
"That's it," Luca added calmly, sitting back down with a satisfied smirk. "That's all I wanted to say."
"Very well said," Foca remarked gently, a fond smile tugging at his lips.
"Thanks," Luca replied, clearly proud of himself. Like a cat that knocked sothing off the table on purpose.
Foca stood once more.
"Now," he said, voice steady, commanding without ever raising it, "we have said our pieces."
The noise slowly died down.
"It is ti to proceed to what everyone ca here for."
The air shifted.
"Hearts, please remain inside your chests," Tuesday muttered under her breath.
"Ladies, gentlen, and everyone in between," Foca continued, "please witness the rise of these young talents."
The trainees held hands instinctively.
"So of you will take your journey to the next step."
A sharp inhale rippled through the stage.
"And so of you," Foca said carefully, "will be given the chance to debut."
The lights dimd further.
The screen behind them flickered to life.
And just like that—
The mont had co.
Who would rise.
Who would leap.
And who would officially be LEAVEN.
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