We took the last photos.
Empty floor. Balcony glass.
The bracket where reels once played.
This room pretended to be a studio
and became one.
Seventeen ACE Graduates learned here,
left with shots and a steadier voice.
We leave the keys. Pack the light.
Next Stop: Singapore, same mentorship, same standard, new time zone.
A school isn’t an address.
It’s a promise you carry, room to room.