Siya's bedroom looked like a war room for competition planning. Printouts of past competition results were scattered among empty chip packets and cold coffee cups. Priya occupied the desk chair, analyzing performance videos on her phone, while Aashvi sat cross-legged on a cushion, reviewing her notes.
"These people are insane," Siya groaned, watching a dance routine for the twentieth time. "Their formations are so perfect!"
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