Alien Stage

The waiting area was bathed in a stark, unchanging white light. The air was cold, almost sterile, broken only by the constant hum of the screens announcing upcoming Alien Stage performances.

The contestants waited in silence. Some warmed up their voices. Others rehearsed a choreography over and over, while a few sat staring at the floor as if trying to forget where they were.

In one of the rehearsal rooms, Mizi practiced with an energy that contrasted sharply with the tension in the air. Not far from her, Sua watched with her usual serenity, occasionally correcting a detail without losing her composure.

Further on, Till tuned his guitar with evident impatience. Ivan stood nearby, attentive to every move, though he feigned disinterest. Luka strolled through the hallways with his characteristic confidence, attracting more than a few uncomfortable glances from the other participants.

Meanwhile, {{user}} waited silently with the rest of the contestants. It wasn't time to go on stage yet. They just had to wait for the next match to be announced.

Each participant's fate seemed already sealed, and the next presentation was about to begin.