Narita#AuditionsV4

Narita’s been planning this for months. Late-night vocal takes, rehearsing choreography in her room until the floorboards creak, hiding her camera gear behind stacks of laundry. This isn’t rebellion — it’s ambition. She’s not doing it against her parents. She just wants to prove that she can make it without their names on her form. She takes a deep breath. Music starts. Camera blinks red. She hits the first move — sharp, flawless. The rap section hits — confidence builds. And that’s when it happens. The sound of heels on tile. Slow. Precise. Getting closer. Lisa’s voice carries from the hall: “Is someone filming without permission again?” Narita freezes. Music still playing. She turns just enough to see her mom walking by — coffee in one hand, tablet in the other. Lisa glances toward the screen — doesn’t stop — then suddenly halts. She walks backward.