Debut or Die - Chapter 7

If I can’t debut, I’ll get a fatal disease Episode 007

The trainer for the top vocal was judge Mudi.

She, who gave me a generous score in my first evaluation, threw good words in all directions to other participants. Maybe that’s why training was also on the side of reading with good words.

Of course, that doesn’t mean there aren’t situations where you’re angry.

“Won-gil, it’s not like that… under.”

“… … .”

On the fifth day, the participant who got the wrong beat lowered his head.

It seemed like he was trying to hide an annoyed expression rather than remorse, but it didn’t matter anyway.

The important thing is that coach Hoin makes mistakes so often that it’s hard to hide his disgust.

And here is the culprit.

“It’s Moondae. Would you like to call me here?”

“yes.”

As I stepped forward at the trainer’s point, the accompaniment was played by the electric piano.

I digested the pre-chorus part accustomed to the accompaniment.

“I’m drawing the future like a shooting star~” As

the trainer nodded at the clear sound and precise beat, the broken participant rubbed his feet nervously.

Yes. It was Hwadan that I sang this theme song so well from the beginning.

It was unavoidable that there was a difference in starting point between those who already knew this song and those who did not.

Even I was listening to the complete song, not the demo. It would have been okay to just sing based on what I remembered.

Besides, my voice fit perfectly with this song. The trainer was happy that it was good because the way he sang it also felt like it hadn’t been burned.

And even now, there were those who whispered while looking at Mudy, who was happy.

“… He’s really good at it.”

“I know.”

In the upper class, where the standard is already high, the participants who are like a sample of expectations are from ordinary people, so the other guys must be dying forever.

Especially if it’s a contestant whose only strength is vocals.

According to the first evaluation, there were 2 contestants with A-level vocals this season. And both of them dance below C grade. Everyone, including me, was in good condition.

And the contestant named ‘Choi Won-gil’ who is now being broken was one of those two A-class.

What’s interesting is that this is the middle school student who tried to identify my personal connections before filming. It was a freshman in high school, not a middle school student.

Anyway, at an age where self-consciousness would be hypertrophied, I was pissed off after hearing this from my trainer for days.

It was also compared to the opponent he ignored as soon as he met.

“yes!”

As soon as the pre-chorus part I was singing was over, the trainer bounced the keyboard as if feeling relieved. Despite the light blow, Choi Won-gil did not raise his head.

“Do you know how to call me here, Won-gil?”

“… … .”

I don’t think it’s possible to make mistakes like this often. After I cleared Euphemism on the first day, they continued to argue, and in the end, it seems that my mentality was destroyed.

Let’s see, the first day seems to have started roughly like this.

-Wow, I’m glad you got praise for your song again. You should come up quickly from the lower level of dance!

-It’s a bit amateurish, so I think it fits well with this song because it’s innocent.

I threw vague words that touched people’s nerves. It was a subtle nuance that if the other person got angry prematurely, he would be treated as an idiot in reverse.

Besides, they all said it after taking the mic off.

But I guess I couldn’t stand being pissed at this much… .

– You’re very lucky. i envy you. It’s the most important factor in the entertainment industry. It would have been nice if I could dance with luck, but I’m sorry. Fighting though!

– I think it’s true that there are lucky people above those who work hard. Most of the people here are desperate to risk their lives. But how did you participate and get such good reviews?

reached this level.

Now, it is embarrassing to ignore it roughly by blatantly arguing. However, there is no way you can’t do it because you can’t do it on purpose.

You don’t know, but life and death are at stake here too… … .

“Calm down, don’t be too nervous, let’s try again.”

“… … yes.”

Choi Won-gil struggled to start singing again. And I made another mistake.

Too bad.

Until the end of the vocal class that day, I received compliments from the trainer and sharp eyes from several participants, including Choi Won-gil.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been in such an atmosphere of ranking, so I’m tired, but it’s not bad. If it was a real X Bob, there wouldn’t be such checks.

And the last day of training came as the achievements of practice piled up one by one with the status of both classes intact.

On the morning of the last day, the advanced vocal class participants recorded the sound source.

It’s going to be a group song anyway, and the name won’t be specified, so it won’t mean much.

Instead, focus on the afternoon.

It was the time of the long-awaited rating evaluation.

* * *

The lights on the set come on.

“How have you all been?”

“Ah~ It was hard!”

“I’m just too… I slept soundly because I was tired.”

“Are you working hard?”

“Yes! Oh, it should be rewarding today.”

The judges sat around the chairs and gave appropriate greetings to each other.

I had already said hello in the waiting room in the morning, but it was a show-style conversation for the opening scene for broadcasting.

The set they sat in was a room set up like a many-to-one interview room.

The set of the previous season was recycled, and special effects were prepared.

The judges, who were asked to show as much reaction as possible in advance, threw out their words naturally, pretending not to know.

“Here is complete… That sounds like it. I think I will have a very important interview.”

“It’s an important interview right~ A graded interview!”

“Is this an interview to join Idol Inc.?”

As soon as the judges finish speaking, the desk in front of the chair they are sitting on lights up.

“and!”

‘SHINE YOUR STAR’ flashed on the desk in colorful cursive.

As this season’s catch prize was revealed, the judges began to clap, as they usually do in other seasons.

But this time, surprisingly, the wall started to move.

“Huh?!”

“What is this!”

Along with the judges’ skillful reactions, the walls of the interview room set went down to the floor. Then the wall disappeared, revealing the entire open set.

Behind the judges who turned their heads to and fro, the MC’s voice boomed.

“Re-listing of the newer Idol Co., Ltd.! The first gateway… This is a full public review!”

“and!”

Filling the backs of the judges was an audience seat like an outdoor theater. And the seats in front of the audience were filled with participants.

Contrast the astonishment of the contestants who thought it was just a temporary stand-by spot with the professional MC.

“77 contestants practicing the same song will be judged against each other as spectators!”

In fact, even during the first evaluation, participants were able to see each other’s performances.

However, everyone’s faces stiffened as if they didn’t know that they would openly evaluate people who practiced the same song within the same period as the audience.

It was because until last season, I entered the practice room alone and received independent evaluation.

“The order of rating evaluation goes in order of rank, but in reverse!”

“… … !”

“Please come forward to Choo Seong-gu in 77th place!”

The contestant who was called stumbled onto the stage as if half-dead. Compassionate glances and whispers poured out, but Park Mun-dae kept his mouth shut.

Like Sun Ah-hyun’s first ranking evaluation, it was because I had seen that sympathy could look deceptive depending on the editing.

It was a sense that came from the experience of periodically searching the idol community to set the price of shooting data.

“yes. Thank you for your effort.”

“… … thank you… … .”

Unsurprisingly, the 77th-place contestant blew most of the first verse and completely ruined the evaluation.

“… … .”

In a chilly and uneasy atmosphere, the next and next contestants also stomped the stage half way.

After sending about five or six people like that, the judges couldn’t hide their discomfort from their faces.

It was a brutal and naked order arrangement.

But the production team had nothing to lose.

‘If I’m not going to be able to do it anyway, I’ll have to make a stimulating cut to pay for the appearance fee.’

It was written as a throwaway card.

And it was also to illuminate more clearly.

Even in a situation where the mentality of the lower ranks is collapsing, the owner of the mental power to digest the stage with this clenched fist.

Or the participants who showed meaningful growth during this short period.

There was also a calculation that it wouldn’t matter if among the contestants with poor skills, those who were noticeably handsome or had a reputation in advance didn’t attract attention with their skills.

Interestingly, some participants met both the former and the latter.

“Participant Lee Se-jin must have suffered a lot.”

“Great job!”

“Heh heh heh heh… . thank you.”

It was Lee Se-jin, a former child actor. While breathing hard with a red face, he did not miss the song until the end and followed it.

It was far too lacking and awkward to express that I had digested it.

However, it looked relatively better as participants with similar ranks who had ruined the stage were placed before and after.

Park Moon-dae briefly doubted.

‘Is that Lee Se-jin debuting over there?’

Of course, it was unpredictable, so he immediately concluded his thoughts by including the participant on the list of vigilance.

‘I should stay away from drug dealers.’

And the boring middle class evaluation section continued.

The skills of the participants gradually improved, and there were occasionally outstanding participants.

But listening to the same song over forty times was harder not to get tired of.

After the terrible atmosphere in the beginning calmed down, everyone took care of their skills, so the judges regained their peace and began to feel bored.

“Um… .”

“It’s fine.”

It was Park Moon-dae’s turn when the boredom peaked.

Seon Ah-hyun raised his fist to Park Moon-dae with a white face. It was a grim expression.

He finished the evaluation right before, and managed to digest the song well enough.

“Fire, fire… go for it.”

“… ? uh yes.”

Why is he suddenly being friendly?

Park Mun-dae was puzzled, but returned his greetings with his mouth. It was a victory for social attention.

He trudged up to the stage. It was unfamiliar to me that my head was burning with excitement.

“22nd place Park Moon-dae!”

“yes.”

The judges were generally indifferent.

‘I can sing well, but I can’t dance.’

The choreographer, whose expectations for Park Moon-dae had disappeared after a few days of do-dori, thought a little curtly.

‘Suddenly annoying.’

“Rating starts.”

A boring prelude played.

Park Moon-dae started the first movement. It was a big move to pull both arms and turn the body.

“… … ?”

The first thing I felt uncomfortable with was the choreographer.

‘Is the line different?’

Even until the last face-to-face class two days ago, Park Moon-dae had no such thing as a ‘dancing line’.

The sense of being able to match the connecting and disconnecting points, giving and subtracting strength.

If that is the criterion for separating rhythm and dance, Park Moon-dae’s movement was rhythm.

I sure did… … .

‘why… Do you dance well?’