8:30 in the morning.
In front of all the gathered trainees, I declared that the arrangement was complete.
"I beg your pardon?"
Sunny looked like he couldn't believe his ears.
"How do you do all that in one night?"
"well."
"… … ."
"It's a joke. I did it and it worked."
The guy who looked at a loss for words asked.
"Are you sure you did it right?"
"You'll know that when you hear it."
Avi joined in, grinning.
"If you mess up, it's invalid. I need a snack."
"Hey, are snacks important to you in this situation?"
"Why, bro. They say that ghosts who die after eating have good stains, so of course eating is important."
While the maknae and the main vocalist were bickering, Samuel, Gary, and the high school senior line were talking among themselves.
Roughly, 'He already finished it?', 'I don't know, let's listen to it first.' It seems like the same type of conversation.
I took the USB I received from the director and connected it to the speaker.
I'm a little uneasy.
The director said he had done some computer work, but I had never actually heard of it.
What happens if something like sesame seeds suddenly appears on the table after making such a bold statement?
"Okay, let's play it now."
Everyone looks skeptical.
I guess it's like wondering how high the quality of an arrangement that was made haphazardly in one day should be.
But when the accompaniment started, the atmosphere changed.
In the neat introduction, Samuel drew an 'o' in the shape of a mouth. When the guy nods, Gary also nods.
Avi had stopped chewing the chocolate and was listening intently.
Sunny was also listening seriously.
They were surprised by the overall high quality, but soon seemed satisfied.
The first 30 seconds are evaluation time.
However, after 30 seconds, the trainees became fully immersed in the song.
Two different songs..
After the first verse ends, it immediately moves on to the second verse, where the melody that connects the middle appears.
The members tilted their heads in confusion at the somewhat unfamiliar section.
"This is the section where Samuel will rap."
Everyone nodded, especially rapper Samuel, who smiled with great satisfaction.
They said it was a good melody for writing lyrics.
Eventually, the rap part ended and the second verse began. The second verse consists of different music from the first verse.
Everyone listened anxiously, but they all seemed impressed by the natural connection.
"how was it?"
After the song ended, I asked them what they thought about it.
"Isn't it amazing? At first, I was a little skeptical when he said that he would do it in one day, but I didn't expect the quality to be this good."
"I like the rap part. It's so cool."
"It's a shame about the snacks, but I like this too."
These are not empty words; everyone seems very satisfied.
It was fortunate.
In fact, I made a boast, but I was not confident.
It was my first time arranging the song in two years, and I made it in a hurry after staying up all night, so I was worried about what would happen if the response was bad, but the response was better than I expected.
"What… … ."
Sunny opened his lips for the last time.
"Let's assume that you win the bet."
"okay."
"I give in because the quality is good."
I smiled at Sunny, who looked like he was displeased but had no choice.
Now I have achieved my desired goal.
Without showing off my age or experience as a trainee, I naturally gained the trust of the members through my arranging skills.
"As promised, I will have full authority over the performance."
I remembered what I had planned in advance.
"Let's start by dividing up roles."
* * *
The choreography was written by main dancer Gary.
Vocal directing is by main vocalist Sunny.
Of course, the rap was done by Samuel, the only rapper.
"Then what about me?"
"uh… well."
Looking at the Avi with his eyes wide open, I was momentarily troubled.
It would be ambiguous to say that it is useless.
Since I couldn't say anything bad to a growing sprout, I came up with a good excuse.
"You will be in charge of supplies."
"yes? What is supply?"
"You will be in charge of providing snacks so that each person doesn't run out."
"Ah, I'm confident about that."
Avi nodded as if asking me to leave it to him.
"By the way, Raj."
Gary took something out of his bag.
It was a spring note.
Gary, who was unfolding the notebook labeled "Practice Note," passed through the dense writing and opened it to the middle.
"What's this?"
"I listened to the plan my brother told me yesterday and just roughly sketched out the choreography. If you haven't distributed the parts yet, how about this?"
"Okay? Let's take a look."
Over several pages, the drawn pictures were moving and changing directions.
It was a crude drawing, but it conveyed well what he wanted to do.
Watching that, I looked at the other person with new eyes.
"Did you make this in one night?"
"yes."
"You're amazing too."
It was a sincere compliment.
When I was at MJ Entertainment, I had choreographed the choreography during the end-of-month evaluation for each group, so I knew how difficult it was to choreograph.
And he did that in one night.
Additionally, I was impressed by the quality, which was better than I expected.
For some reason, he also had dark circles.
Unlike other trainees, I wondered why he had shadows around his eyes, and it seemed like he went home alone and created this.
"Okay, then with this… … ."
As I was about to continue speaking, I paused for a moment.
uh?
This was because I was looking at the distribution of choreography created by Gary and noticed something strange.
It was so natural that I didn't even know.
"Wait a minute, I distributed the parts yesterday."
Part distribution.
To do a group performance, the first thing to do is to decide who will sing which part of the song.
And you have to do that to create choreography.
I took out the part distribution outline saved on my phone and compared it with Gary's choreography distribution and let out an exclamation.
"And...."
"What's wrong?"
Avi, who couldn't resist being curious, joined in.
"Look at this."
As I handed over the phone, four people gathered together to look at it.
Like me, he looked back and forth between Gary's distribution of choreography and the distribution of parts I had created, and then he blinked.
"What. Why are they the same?"
The distribution of choreography created by Gary and the distribution of parts I divided were close to 90% identical.
In reality, it was difficult to do.
I wonder if we shared telepathy with each other.
It was difficult to match the frequency of my thoughts while arranging the music in the practice room with Gary, who would have shared the choreography alone on the bed.
"… … ."
At that moment, we were all filled with a strange sense of confidence.
Everyone quietly looked at each other and nodded, feeling like everything was falling into place.
"Then shall we continue like this?"
Everyone nodded to my question.
In less than a day, it was the moment when parts distribution, choreography, and roles were assigned.
In other words, the basic framework was completed.
"By the way, what are we going to name our team?"
"Team name?"
Gary smiled and said in response to my question.
"It comes from each agency, so we come up with a team name. This time, we have added members, so we're going to change it up."
"What was it before?"
"Idol Boys."
What? What kind of name is that? It's so embarrassing
"It's a little strange, isn't it?"
"It's not a little strange, it's very strange."
" Who made this name?"
"Representative, The CEO."
"When I heard it again, I realized it was a good name."
The trainees chuckle at my change of stance.
Even though it was meant to be temporary, coming up with a team name was difficult.
Devils, Yellow Green, Five Star, etc., all kinds of random names popped up, but there was no name that caught my eye.
I felt like I needed to come up with something to whet my appetite on a late night, but it didn't seem to come out.
"Let's just decide roughly. They say it's for temporary use anyway."
"Then how about Five Star?"
"Don't say that, Samuel."
I shook my head at Samuel, who had been insisting on five stars from earlier.
The guy who appealed to others with his eyes as if asking for their consent soon sank in response to the members' stern rejection.
The words Sunny spoke were the final blow.
"Make it five stars."
"really?"
"It's just a name anyway."
"… … ."
We definitely arranged it, divided the parts, and divided the choreography, but I never thought choosing a name would be this difficult.
At that moment a random name pop up in my head.
"How about New Black?"
"The new black?"
"How are you?"
Tackles continued to appear every time a name was mentioned, but surprisingly, there was no backlash this time.
Because it was okay.
I even searched the Internet to see if it had a strange meaning in English, but there didn't seem to be any problems.
'The New Black.'
This is an expression used to mean a new trend in English.
"Then who agrees to make it the new black?"
Everyone raised their hands in response to my question.
With that, our temporary team name 'New Black' was confirmed.
Now all that was left was practice.