December 2013.
While everyone was busy wrapping up the year, we were also busy preparing for the end-of-year evaluation.
Fortunately, all members of Team New Black played their roles well.
"Okay, let's check the choreography first."
Gary created a choreography that we could admire in just a few days.
It may not be perfect for experts, but it was a choreography that suited our tastes.
However, because the difficulty level was higher than expected, the other members except me died day by day as if the gates of hell had opened.
In particular, dance hole Sunny's complexion became paler day by day, but he jumped around like a fish in water in his field.
"You can't hear the vocal tone, Gary. Just do what you normally do. You can't speak for yourself right now."
"Sorry, I guess I was breathing wrong at the beginning."
"I'll go back to the dock."
It was scarier directing than most tiger teachers.
Because we were criticized for making even the slightest mistake, we were forced to improve our skills.
"Hey, do you want to listen to rap?"
Rapper Samuel also played his role well.
Not only can you feel the rhyme that makes you nod your head in the lyrics themselves, but the flow of spitting out the lyrics brings out the sense of rhythm and rhyme.
When the rap was over, Avi came over like a paramedic and put chocolate in Samuel's hand.
It was a cute scene every time I saw it.
Like this, we were all doing our best in our respective areas.
December 28th.
For the upcoming decisive battle.
* * *
December 27th, one day before the year-end evaluation.
To hear her voice after a long time, I called my grandmother.
I heard a few connecting sounds, and then a loud voice along with a bustling noise rang in my ears.
-Raj?
"Yes, grandma, It's me."
-What are you doing at this hour?
" Did I call you when you were busy?"
I smiled back.
"Oh, I called because I wanted to hear grandma's voice."
-I'm feeling sick when you say things like this.
"You're swearing again."
-That's because you do something that will disgrace me.
"It's too much, really. Your grandson called you because it reminded me of his grandmother. Is this bad thing to do?"
I couldn't help but smile as I heard the grumbling coming from the other end of the phone.
"Are you ready to come tomorrow?"
-All preparations are complete.
"If you feel unwell, just rest at home. You don't have to comes all the way to Mumbai?"
-No, I'll come.
"yes?"
- C'mon, I know if I didn't come to see your performance, you always be like, 'Grandma, I was sad at that time that you didn't come to watch me', so how can I not go?
Well, she's not wrong.
I want to her see me.
"Actually, it would be nice if grandma came to see my performance."
-Right?
"Yes, yes, that's why I prepared a gift this time. To give it to my grandmother."
-What? Did you buy something like nutritional cream again?
"No, it's something else."
Not long ago, I went to a department store and bought clothes for my grandmother.
Of course, it was a secret until tomorrow.
"The nutritional cream that I buy last month, Are you using it well?"
-I'm using it sparingly. I liked it because it was made overseas.
My heart was filled with pride at the sound of my favorite voice.
"Tell me if there's anything else you want to buy. I received a down payment this time, so I'm rich."
-I'm feeling sick again.
"Because it's real. I will buy a lot of cosmetics. That way, you can go to the senior center and get date requests from the old men."
-That's it, this one. I'm sick of being a woman. How much suffering did I have to endure until your old man grandfather died...
I guess I chose the wrong topic.
Like the Too Much Talker, the voice of a grandmother rapidly spewing out her dissatisfaction with her deceased grandfather.
"Grandma, I think I should go now."
-Why. Do you not want hear your grandmother voice?"
"No, it's time to practice. My group members are calling me."
Those words were true.
As I was talking on the phone in the hallway, Avi was running towards me.
"Then see you tomorrow. grandma."
With those words, I hung up the phone.
* * *
Mrs. Sunita Morningstar hung up the phone and sighed.
"Ugh, anyway, he's such reckless guy."
She felt so bad that he had to do everything until this time.
Idol.
What is it that makes him cry and cling so much?
When he said that hewas giving up on being Idol, Sunita was actually happy.
But he would do it again.
'Whatever. I'm just trying to get my money's worth.'
Sunita was an idol since she was young, and she ended up here.
Was it an evaluation for tomorrow?
Mrs. Sunita Morningstar, who had taken out the clothes she was going to wear, was applying skin toner to her face before going to bed when she suddenly remembered something.
She walked towards dresser drawer, and opened it.
The second drawer contained an old painting.
Mrs. Sunita Morningstar took out an old painting and looked at it.
Old drawing paper that shows the passage of time.
[2nd grade, class 1, Raj Morningstar]
There was a picture underneath the rough writing.
Under a spotlight painted with yellow crayons, a child was playing the piano and singing.
[Future Hope: World Greatest Idol]
[Teacher, I will become the greatest Idol in the world]
Mrs. Sunita Morningstar prayed deeply in her heart as she watched it.
Gods in the sky.
please...
Please help my grandson do well this time.