Choosing a song was a challenge.
The guys who were struggling looked at us.
"Avi and Raj don't have any opinions?"
"I like whatever you guys do."
The remaining three pairs of eyes turn to me.
"I have an opinion, though."
"is it so? Anything is fine, so just tell me."
"…I'm sorry to say this, but I don't think the way you guys are doing it is right."
The atmosphere suddenly becomes quiet.
Sunny's eyes were tightly focused, and his tone of voice was tinged with thorns.
"What's strange?"
"When I listened to you guys, it seemed like most of you were just talking about what DNS would do."
"So?"
"It's important to beat your rivals, but this isn't a survival program. I think we have to consider the nature of the stage."
It's not a very favourable response.
An expression like 'What do you know?' passes over many faces.
But I couldn't help it.
If things continued like this, things would go in a strange direction and I would be ruined.
"I think we have to think of the audience first."
"Audience?"
"The reason we stand on stage in the first place is because it's fun. And our goal is to entertain the audience."
The goal of every entertainer is to entertain the public.
"I think we need to analyze the audience's tendencies first before selecting a performance theme or song."
I've thought about that a lot since I was young.
What should I do to increase sales at my Grandma's Restaurant?
If you want to run a food business, you need to think about what the nearby commercial area is like, what food people eat these days, and what the customers are like.
That was the gist of what I wanted to say to them.
Instead of selling goosefish just because the goosefish next door is good, let's think first about the customers who come to the store.
Gary smiled.
"That makes sense."
"You have a point."
Sunny's sharp eyes turned to me.
"But it's such a random story. Doesn't anyone here know how to entertain the audience? What's important is a concrete alternative."
"I have an idea."
"is it so? Then please tell us."
I told them my plan.
It was an idea that came to my mind from the first time I heard the topic.
A stage that can bring out our charm and satisfy the audience.
Reactions varied.
"I like your idea too."
"It's okay, but wouldn't it be a bit ambiguous? It's all or nothing."
"I'm in as long as the rap part is guaranteed."
"The level of difficulty is too high. I like the idea, but it will take two weeks just to arrange this. The only people among us who know how to arrange music are Samuel and me."
There is a solution to that.
"I know how to arrange music."
"No."
Sunny spoke again as if he was frustrated.
"Apart from knowing how to arrange music, the level of difficulty is too high. If you know how to arrange, you know how difficult this is. By the time your work is finished, the year-end evaluation will have already started."
"One day."
"yes?"
"It just takes one day."
There was a quiet silence.
Everyone looked at me with an expression like, 'What is he talking about?'
From their perspective, they may not understand.
They might think that I'm just saying this out of confidence without any basis, But I was saying this with evidence.
While preparing for the composition department at a music college, I studied not only the CSAT but also composition diligently for two years.
Sunny looked at me and narrowed his eyes.
"Is it possible?"
"Of course it's possible."
I said with a smile.
"It only takes a day or two."
"Nonsense-"
"Then do you want to bet with me?"
Sunny hesitated for a moment.
"A bet?"
"Okay. If I don't finish the arrangement by midnight tomorrow, I'll buy the snacks for the week."
"Wow, is this real?"
Avi, who had been as still as a stone until now, opened his eyes brightly.
Samuel and Gary looked at this scene with interest but were also intrigued by the idea of a weekly snack.
I showed a gentle smile to Sunny, who hesitated, wondering if this was some kind of trap.
"It's a bet with nothing to lose anyway."
"What are the conditions?"
"huh?"
"What do you want, Raj?"
"It's simple,"
I answered.
"If I win, let me plan the end-of-year evaluation performance the way I want."
"… … ."
"It's a bet that you won't lose anyway. is not it?"
"That's right, it's a bet with nothing to lose."
Avi who was obsessed with snacks, and Line, a senior in high school, quietly watched to see what Sunny would do.
Sunny, who had been thinking about it, finally answered.
"Okay."
I smiled while looking at that.
As expected, the strategy of crouching and watching doesn't suit my personality.
If it's already in the game, I'll take the lead.