an archive of us being exactly who we areㅡhaving a dinner together, getting way too focused wrote our letters on the floor, then somehow ending the night outside looking like we just escaped a very questionable school trip.
how we movin’ when it’s time for morning exercise. five people, zero coordination, and somehow this is what we call “warming up.” just stretching, bending, shaking, and doing whatever our bodies decided to do that morning.
backstage to center stage in what felt like a blink. a year ago, cortis was just a dream. tonight, that dream was singing back to us from every corner of the arena. the PYPD birthday party turned into one of the loudest, brightest nights we’ve ever shared together.