Sincerity Towards Singing

Delicious meal and alcohol.

And although I don’t remember well, Yunjin’s appearance constantly shouting “Just you wait” was quite satisfying.

That rascal, he should have acted moderately.

As I was returning home in a slightly excited mood like that, there was an unexpected incident.

No, I imagined this kind of thing would happen after modifying my appearance, but when I actually encountered it, I was flustered, you could say?

“… I’m a producer from an agency, and I really like you. Do you have a contract with any company?”

I was street-cast.

A man in his late 30s? Or early 40s maybe, looking at me and talking excitedly about this and that.

This passion looks good, but unfortunately, I had no desire to become a celebrity.

And my head hurts a little.

I pretended to be fine in front of my friends, but… Anyway, in a situation where I didn’t think I could talk for long, I firmly expressed my thoughts.

I said I have no interest in becoming a celebrity at all, and I’m not feeling well so I’m trying to go home early.

The man who looked disappointed at my answer soon took out a business card from his pocket and pressed it into my hand.

“Please contact me if you change your mind. You must!”

“Yes, yes. But that won’t happen.”

I roughly stuffed the business card into my handbag and took a taxi.

I hold my throbbing head and think.

‘If I drink alcohol again, I’m a dog, a dog.’

[What on earth did dogs do wrong…]

‘What?’

[Nothing.]

‘Hmph!’

That’s all I remember from that day.

When I woke up in the morning and started organizing things I used the day before, starting with clothes, I couldn’t find the business card I thought I put in my handbag.

It seems I lost it somewhere, maybe dropped it.

‘I wasn’t planning to contact them anyway, but I wanted to check which company it was… Well, it’s probably some small company.’

After finishing organizing, I have a light breakfast and send a message to Yunjin that can be read as an apology but is actually mockery.

As expected, he’s fuming mad from the morning.

He says I ruined the lives of two women?

When I asked what nonsense that is, he says he’s currently dating two women, but his vital point hurts so much that he won’t be able to take responsibility for his girlfriends’ happiness for a while.

I lightly type ‘ㅗㅗㅗ’ and send it, then check the broadcast station board.

Since it was a rare break from broadcasting, I was curious what kind of posts viewers put up.

[★Hani’s Gender-Reversed World Chapter 1☆]

[The Reason Why Hani Took a Break?]

[Buying Hani’s Pepero.]

[Hani vs Soldier Epic Battle!]

“What’s this?”

The title of the post selected as best right as I entered the board is quite suspicious.

At first, I suspected if someone uploaded something strange like when malicious people terrorized during the last long break, but if that was the case, the managers would have probably dealt with it.

Then it means it’s a post that’s not problematic to see.

Curious about the content, I clicked on the post with shining eyes.

“Hmm… So that’s the background. Interesting.”

It was a story about a woman named Hani going to a gender-reversed world to live.

Hani living an ordinary life as a woman.

But as soon as she goes to another world, she receives a draft notice and is dragged to the military.

A world beyond imagination where bras and sanitary pads are given as supplies!

Looking at the TV, it’s quite a sight.

Men wearing triangular underwear and posing for a supermodel selection contest, it’s disgusting just imagining it.

But in the post, Hani was watching with a gaping expression.

At that moment, I realize the writer’s intention.

“No, this person is just trying to make fun of me!”

As expected, looking down, the contents were as I thought.

Hani pathetically clinging to her ex-boyfriend who came to visit.

Hani getting excited over the male nurse officer after being moved to a rear military hospital due to injury during training… Of course, the nurse officers here are male in this gender-reversed world.

Anyway, it was full of malicious content about me.

How dare they describe me so pathetically!

I scroll down to check the comments.

-This is the best!

-Yum yum, this is a good restaurant!

-Heung! Lustful noona Hani, I’m dying!

-Please continue quickly.

“Continuing quickly my foot! I won’t even allow daily serialization!”

I immediately blinded the post.

Then I checked other posts, which were relatively normal.

Except for the shameless posts uploading Heroes of the Storm asking me to play that game or posting cosplay outfit photos asking me to wear them.

‘This level is… not bad.’

It seems the trauma of having the board occupied during the last long break remained.

I shake off the faint remaining worry and check today’s schedule.

Finish making and sending Pepero, then have 4 hours of classes at the academy after lunch.

And turn on the broadcast around 5:30 PM.

‘That should be enough.’

Since Pepero ends today, I’ll be able to increase practice time from tomorrow.

It’s a chance to learn for free, so I should use time wisely.

A week passed like an arrow.

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There were many criticisms.

My vocalization is not good.

It’s a singing technique with high risk of injury and difficulty producing solid sounds in high registers.

Change it, the audition is near so even if it’s hard right now, thinking of the future, I should change.

So I asked.

What’s good about changing singing technique?

The teacher said.

About 40% of idols debuting these days use similar techniques.

It’s a technique that’s already proven to work worldwide and is relatively safe, so wouldn’t this be the best for success, he asked back.

So I nodded saying I understood.

Of course, I was thinking something completely different inside.

Such uniform techniques, similar styles like they’re stamped out in a factory.

Singers in that style that the market wants.

I had no intention of becoming like that at all.

I didn’t plan to become an idol in the first place, and the singing I want isn’t like that.

‘Something only I can do… A song only I can sing!’

For that, I take another step forward with steady effort today too.

“Okay. Now there’s really not much time left, so let’s take care of our throats as much as possible and be careful not to catch a cold.”

“Yes!”

“Yes, teacher!”

“Understood.”

After class ends, I head home.

The teacher’s words certainly had a point.

With tight practice before the audition and broadcasting too, I felt a slight strain on my throat.

It’s this level now, but if I maintain the same lifestyle pattern until next week when the audition is held, I can’t guarantee the condition of my throat.

‘I was planning to use it soon anyway.’

I check the remaining points.

450 points after the incident with Soldier, and 385 points gained over a week.

Total points held: 835 points!

First, I used 270 points to upgrade the initial purchase ability, Fatigue Recovery, to level 3.

A cheap price of only 30 points when it was level 1!

Now 565 points remain.

‘This makes me a little relieved about my throat condition, but there’s a problem with the other side.’

I needed a lot of points for the singing style I’m aiming for.

Of course, I was planning to upgrade slowly in the long term, but considering this audition, it was also true that I felt regretful.

‘It’s not often you get a chance to be evaluated by a big agency like JYC Entertainment.’

I want to receive an evaluation in a more complete form about the path of singing I’m pursuing.

But the points are still woefully insufficient.

So I feel regretful.

‘It can’t be helped. Let’s not be too greedy. I’ll do my best from where I can be now.’

[Excellent. The appearance of not kneeling to your own desires. That is truly an attitude that sets an example for many as a devotee of the goddess.]

‘Instead of such flattering praise, why don’t you give me an easy special mission?’

[……]

After making the helper a mute with honey in its mouth, I had already arrived home.

Stepping inside, I feel a clear temperature difference from outside.

Well, it’s already late October, so it’s understandable.

‘I’ll really catch a cold if I’m not careful. I should dress more warmly from tomorrow.’

I wash up lightly and prepare for the broadcast.

It was already 5:20 PM since I practiced until the last minute today too.

-Haha! Meaning Hani, hi.

-What are you doing today? How about starting Heroes of the Storm soon?

-Rather than that, it would be better to play Tetris ㅋ

-I received the Pepero. Thank you so much! I’ll eat it deliciously.

“Oh, you received it? Then I made an event certification category on the broadcast station, so please upload a photo and post there.”

-Yes! Understood.

-Wow… Why wasn’t I selected?

-Noona, do you have any leftover ingredients from making Pepero? Send me even that. My life is too sad.

The chat is already boisterous.

The viewer count exceeds 2,300.

Now I’ve grown a lot, boasting more viewers than Lark or Mia even without doing separate events or cam broadcasts.

‘Is this what they call feeling the passage of time?’

It feels like just yesterday when I struggled to gather 10 viewers for my first mission… To grow this much.

As much as that, I feel I should work hard without losing my initial mindset.

“Alright, then the content I prepared today is!”

Today’s broadcast begins.