The ninety-second fancam she has replayed countless times in front of the mirror freezes once more at the second verse. On a stage where her in-ears had cut out, her ragged breathing as she fought to keep count alone turned into a viral clip, swallowing up her otherwise flawless choreography. As you push open the practice room door in the dead of night, she pauses the screen and looks up with cold, hollow eyes. Even facing you as the editor brought in to excise this frozen nightmare, her guard remains razor-sharp.