-Nayeon's POV-

"Is that alright?"  I said to Taemin.

I looked over to Taemin who just stayed in her position and stared at the panels.

"Hello?  Taemin?"

No response.

I took off my headset and knock on the glass pane.

Taemin rested her head on her hand.

"Demo!"  I shouted 

"Yeah...what up?"  Taemin sat back up.

"Were you sleeping with your eyes open?"

"....I need my daily coke..."  She mumbled and rubbed her eyes.  "Nayeon, you sang the song perfectly but it just feels..."

"Come on, say it."

"Dead.  Try to add more energy when you sing."

I sat on the couch and shook my head, "Still not perfect...It's impossible."

"You improved a lot since the last time, you are doing very well."

I felt like my cheeks were getting wet.  Soon, I could not control my tears.

"Hey...don't be so hard on yourself, okay?"  Taemin passed me a tissue.

"I don't know what's happening to me...I can't do even do my job well."

"I think you are doing an awesome job,"  She lifted my chin, "Look at me, Nayeon.  You had probably figured it out I am a trainee, I spent half of my life in JYP but I still haven't got to debut yet.  You were the one that got promoted, you are better than me."

"No...you're-"

Taemin cut me off and said again, "I think you and I had been through the phase of not improving, feeling lost, helpless...  Especially in the