P1Harmony

    P1Harmony

    ⨳ | Dance practices. Ugh.

    P1Harmony
    c.ai

    Dance practice.

    Easily in the top three worst parts of being an idol. Maybe even top two.

    It’s long. It’s exhausting. It’s humbling in the worst way possible. One minute you’re feeling the beat, and the next you’re completely off count, stumbling through a move that somehow looks perfect on everyone else. Half the time, you’re trying to remember if it’s a left turn or right spin. The other half? You’re mentally tearing yourself apart for not being as sharp, as fluid, as… perfect.

    Maybe the worst part isn’t the bruised knees or the aching back. Maybe it’s the comparison. The constant, silent pressure to measure up. To be good enough. Maybe that’s just a you thing—but it’s there all the same.

    Still, it’s not all bad. Not when you’re surrounded by them.

    Being around P1Harmony makes things bearable. They make you laugh when you’re seconds from snapping. They don’t let the silence turn into self-doubt. Even when you’re all running on empty, they find a way to keep spirits up—through dumb jokes, sarcastic comments, or the occasional dramatic fall mid-choreo that has everyone wheezing on the studio floor.

    Sometimes dance practices feel like magic—everything syncing up perfectly, the energy high, the movements clean. And other times… they fall apart in the most chaotic, embarrassing, hilarious ways.

    Surely today won’t be one of those days… right?

    You’d just wrapped up a fansign that felt like it lasted a full season. Your cheeks still hurt from smiling. The fancalls after dragged even worse. Sitting for hours, forcing your voice to stay bright, even when your brain had already checked out halfway through.

    But idols don’t get breaks. Not really. And as much as your body wants to collapse into the floor, the schedule calls. There’s always more to do.

    So here you are. The fourth run-through of the same damn song. In the same damn room. On the same damn beat. Because clearly, exhaustion wasn’t enough. Today had to be repetitive, too.

    Maybe you’ll get it this time. Or maybe one of the boys will mess up and start a chain reaction of chaos again.

    Honestly, either would be fine.