Chapter 175 – Futanari.. Idol?! ( 6 )
Boooung–
A conspicuous glossy black vehicle runs along the road where people pass and the street where cars run.
“Baekgu. When did you learn to drive?”
“I’m a maid and at the same time a bodyguard for the lady, right? Going to the magic circle every time seems too insincere as a minion… So I asked my master to learn it!”
When Hiro, a red-haired girl in the back seat, asks, Baek-gu answers in a lively tone.
Baekgu’s outfit was not the usual black-and-white maid outfit, but a black suit made of pants, and her hair was tied in a ponytail.
Like the saying goes, he wears a suit when performing Hiro outside.
Boooung-
“I’ll be arriving soon~”
Baekgu parks while decelerating slowly enough to be said to be the standard of safe driving. It was a skill that he cared about carrying a pregnant woman.
Kiik-
In front of the parking lot where the vehicle stopped like that.
A huge building with the letters [ J I P Ent ] In it comes into view.
It is the headquarters in Seoul, one of the three largest entertainment companies in Korea.
– There’s nothing to teach you until you hit the wall.. Take good care of yourself.
Chulmuhan happened to give Hiro a break, so Hiro visited JIP company every week during training time and received direct production from Park Chan-young, the head of the entertainment company.
Widely-!
“I can’t believe it! My lady is an idol…!”
“Ah.. Idol..! It’s just to sing a song.”
“Ah~ In case you didn’t know? Because you’re the president Park Chan-young, who professionally appears in audition programs! Perhaps the young lady might become a world-class star?”
Baek-gu, who recently installed a TV in his room and is learning about all kinds of programs, said while making a fuss while walking next to Hiro.
“By the way, when did you start thinking you wanted to become an idol?
‘Actually, I’m not really interested…’
It was just that jip Park Chan-young’s contact was not a matter for him to judge alone, so he consulted his father, Cheols.
– I don’t think it would be bad to have a new experience… How is it? When she says her daughter wants to, she’ll arrange a small stage at a corporate event.
Cheols, who wants to do anything for Hiro, responded positively by recalling that girls envy idols these days.
‘A stage at an event…’
And Hiro, wanting to help Cheols somehow, accepted the offer.
“Hello!”
As they approach the glass door, the bodyguards guarding the headquarters greet Hiro and Baek-gu.
As security guards, it was their job to prevent strangers and merchants from entering the building, but Hiro and Baek-gu were no longer outsiders to them.
“Ah.. Hello.”
Hiro bowed his head and greeted him.
‘So incredibly cute..’
‘If I go back and forth to the agency, is it an idol debut?’
Seeing Hiro like that, the expressions of the guards were sloppy. In fact, it is not necessary to greet people who come, but they greeted with a louder voice than when Park Chan-young, the president, came to see Hiro’s reply.
Jiying- clap.
Hiro and Baek-goo pass through the automatic glass door of JIP headquarters.
“What did you come for… Ah! Hello! Did you come today for a lesson with the boss?”
“Yes, that is correct.”
“The boss is here right now. The two of you necklace. This! Wear it… You can go up right away.”
“Yes! Good job.”
After putting on a travel necklace given to me by a female employee at the reception desk on the first floor, I climbed the elevator.
Gying–
While the elevator is going up.
“But the lady is very earnest.”
“Huh? What?”
“It’s just my feeling, but what the owner said was just a simple performance. Taking personal lessons from the CEO of a famous agency feels similar to getting a star’s favorite idols to receive attention in a famous audition program!”
At Baekgu’s words, Hiro blinked.
“Ah.. Can that be? Even when my dad told me, he told the company employees that all I had to do was sing for a while.. I’m an idol. I can’t do that..”
Hiro’s voice seems to be losing his confidence as he moves backwards.
“You don’t know, right? Because the head of the agency, Lady Hiro, is very kind. If the lady shows what she’s good at, maybe she’ll hire her as the company’s idol, right?”
“I don’t even want to be an idol..”
Ting-!
Before Hiro can finish speaking, the elevator stops and reaches the floor.
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The inside of a recording studio with sound equipment and soundproof walls.
“Hmmmm~ Hmm~”
A man wearing a headset, Park Chan-young of jip, enjoys the song that resonates in his ears as he hums.
Swoop.
When the song ends, he takes off his headset.
“Oh- that’s good?”
She turns to the man next to her and says.
“Of course it’s good! It’s a song you wrote yourself, so you meant to give it to a major player?”
“Thank you. For giving me a good song.”
“You dude! Didn’t you say give it to me yet?”
Park Chan-young’s long-haired, glasses-wearing man crosses his arms and answers with a grunting voice.
“Why would our genius composer do that? To be honest, if you like this kind of song, isn’t it just right for you?”
“It’s no use even if I give you a ride. No matter how good the song is, what do you do? The singer has to be physical so the song can shine.”
“Don’t worry. Physically, she’s an amazing girl. Oh! Here she comes.”
Kim Ji-ha, who is called one of the best songwriters in Korea at Chan-young’s cry, saw a red-haired girl enter through the glass door outside her.
“It’s a ghost…”
“What?”
“That can’t be a human appearance.”
Muttered with a bewitched face.
“Hello! Boss.”
“Oh. You’ve arrived just in time. Miss Hiro! The name of the composer who picked the song for Miss Hiro is Kim Ji-ha. I heard it once and it’s great! What is it? You say something too.”
Park Chan-young, who had a big smile at Hiro, poked at Kim Ji-ha, who was standing next to her.
Thump-!
“Uh-?”
Conversely, Kim Ji-ha grabs Park Chan-young’s arm and drags her to her corner.
“What’s wrong dude… Miss Hiro is looking at you.”
“Hey. Is the physical appearance you mentioned?”
“Yes?”
“Yes, with that look, I will succeed no matter what song I sing. But does that mean I succeed because I love the song? I’m definitely an artist who wants to be evaluated for my songs..”
“What nonsense are you talking about? If it’s physical, of course it’s voice.”
“What?”
At Park Chan-young’s words, she turned her head back and Kim Ji-ha looked at Hiro, who was standing still, with her naked hair and pure, yet exquisitely beautiful features.
“…?”
And she turned her head away in awe at the gaze staring this way with her big golden eyes.
‘Do you like that look and voice?’
If you think about it, Hiro’s voice when he said ‘Hello’ was clear and a bit exaggerated, like a canary’s cry.
It means that unless you are completely tone deaf, your voice itself is so soft that even Kim Ji-ha can hear it.
“..Is it great?”
“Isn’t it!? It’s great.”
Park Chan-young agrees with Kim Ji-ha’s muttering, as if asking if he knew it now.
“Miss Hiro. Listen to this one more time. See if you can sing it and feel it. Huh?”
Before her friend Jiha can answer, she hands Hiro the headset she was listening to just now.
“Ah yes!”
Hiro immediately put on the headset Chanyoung gave him.
He had a puzzled look on his face at first.
It’s– It’s– It’s… It’s…
Soon, I fall in love with the lyrical tone that comes through the headset and close my eyes to concentrate.
‘It’s like the song of a woman waiting for someone she loves…’
Usually, idols’ first songs are easy to sing with a lovely or lively feel.
Falling in the moonlight… Over the hill…-
However, the song I’m listening to now has a serious atmosphere and requires considerable skill as the voice rises and falls repeatedly in a lyrical tone in a high tone.
‘Can I call it… Didn’t you tell me to figure it out?’
Hiro concentrated as much as he could.
Although the only vocal practice in my life was the training I received from Park Chan-young for the past few days.
Its structure was understood to some extent.
‘Excluding the song that needs to be strengthened.. It goes up where you need to apply strength.. It’s not different from martial arts.’
Hiro, who has a genius talent in terms of martial arts, replaced singing with martial arts to understand the song.
“Have you heard? How do you think we can sing?”
“Yes. It’s a little complicated technique, but I think I can sing it.”
“Oh! That’s good..”
When Park Chan-young clapped his hands at Hiro’s words and tried to speak.
“Don’t be ridiculous! You think you can sing that easily?”
Kim Ji-ha, who was next to her, suddenly had a seizure and shouted.
“Ah…!”
Seeing Hiro embarrassed by Kim Ji-ha’s cry.
“Ignore Ms. Hiro. Ignore it. This friend is a bit strange. Shall we call him one more time?”
Park Chan-young covered Kim Ji-ha with her body and guided her Hiro through the glass wall into the recording studio with her kind face.
“Let’s go- there’s no big problem if we can’t sing, just as usual! One. Two. Three.”
Park Chan-young, who has returned, turns on the device and speaks to Hiro through the microphone.
“Yeah..!”
Hiro grabs the recording microphone in front of him.
“Losing in the moonlight-..”
He started copying the songs he heard.
‘It’s a song that I made, but it’s so easy to follow..!’
Kim Ji-ha watched Hiro singing her song with an almost devouring gaze.
For composers, the songs they made were like their children.
‘Wolha Beauty’ is a song I wanted to entrust to a professional singer!’
This song, ‘Wolha Beauty’, was a song that I cherished even more.
No matter how pretty the face is, you can never just give it up..!
[ Falling in the moonlight… Under the starry sky- ]
“…!”
As the song progresses.
[To the sound- faintly- to the sound of you walking-]
Kim Ji-ha’s mouth opened.
[ Don’t look for it– ]
Arms loosen.
“No, I just made them repeat the notes, but did you memorize all the notes and lyrics?”
Park Chan-young muttered in admiration.
“You sing well..”
“Yes?”
“Good call.”
Kim Ji-ha only focused on the image of Hiro singing her song, repeating the phrase ‘I sing well’, and the clear sound of the song resonating throughout the room.
‘Reproduce the song perfectly with the perfect visual?’
“Just give.”
Kim Ji-ha’s eyes were like those of the boy she fell in love with.
Of course, he wasn’t in love with Hiro, who was in his 50s and looked like he was in his teens or early 20s.
“I want to give it to you in the future.”
She fell in love with its talent and visuals.
Kiik-
At that time, the door on one side opened quietly.
“Boss, I’ve done my homework! By the way, there’s a prisoner at the door.. Huh?”
A young man with his hair dyed silver enters and stands firm as a stone statue at the sight of Hiro singing.
