Barretto High School Auditorium.
A chill swept through the empty auditorium.
Seeing that no one was there, it seemed like we were first.
"Whoa."
With heavy deep breathing, the trainees began to warm up.
Gary came up to me while I was stretching.
"Hey Raj."
"huh?"
"I'm just saying that because I'm worried. Will our performance really go well?"
Even though we practiced countless times for a month, it seemed that it's inevitable that he would still feel anxious.
But...
Although we planned the performance together, the arrangement was done entirely by me.
I wasn't sure about that part.
"It'll turn out okay. don't worry."
Actually, I'm not completely sure either.
This is because there are so many unexpected variables on stage that it is impossible to predict what will happen.
I just have to do what works.
But you can't say that to people who are anxious.
Contrary to my true feelings, I had a confident smile on my face
"now! Let's figure out the route in advance."
The reason we came early was to get together on the podium in advance.
As I dance and hum a song, my stiff body gradually relaxes.
At first, because it was an unfamiliar place, I couldn't show my skills, but the more I repeated, the more I did in the practice room came out naturally.
I wish it would come out this good in real life.
With that in mind, I quenched my thirst with warm water in a thermos.
Rattled—!
The auditorium door opened and bright light came in.
A group of men came in with loud laughter.
Fashion with a hip-hop feel, such as oversized clothes and gold necklaces, stood out.
There was no need to say who they were.
Street Boys...
It was a new boy group from DNS Media and a rival that we considered a competitor in this year's end-of-year evaluation.
The street boys, who were laughing among themselves, seemed to have soon discovered us.
"… … ."
In the air, the eyes of the trainees from the two agencies intertwined.
I could feel the air getting colder on my skin.
There was a sharp exchange of glances for 0.5 seconds.
"Hello."
"Hello."
We greet each other politely and pass by.
Anyone who was expecting a war of nerves would have been disappointed, but what can we do in reality?
It might be a survival program with a script.
It was difficult for hostility to arise between people who did not even know each other well. I should say that it feels like I have to beat them since my agency is a competitor.
While we were practicing in a corner of the auditorium, they also built a nest nearby.
Perhaps because they are a 9-member group, the atmosphere is quite different from ours.
Would you say it's lively? Yeah that's right, they have lively atmosphere.
Because there were so many people, the audio system was not empty, and the atmosphere was somehow relaxed.
I think they are overdoing it a bit.
It seemed like it was because of the I-Net Hustle production team that came with them.
Cameramen, producers, and writers carrying ENG cameras.
While practicing, they were cute or winked at the camera.
And envy was exploding in the eyes of our group members watching it all.
"Hello, fans."
A member with pink hair stood in front of the camera.
"Our Street Boys came here to the Barretto High School auditorium for an end-of-year evaluation performance."
"Waaah-!"
While the members filled the audio with their own applause, the writer holding a notebook asked a question.
"What is the year-end evaluation?"
"Oh, what about the end-of-year evaluation? This is an end-of-month evaluation conducted by five companies, including ours. It is an event where company officials and their families are invited to perform. I will do my best to show you a great appearance today. Please look forward to!"
In accordance with the leader's last words, the remaining eight members also made a V sign at the camera or shouted 'Peace!' They shouted the same slogan.
"Go Street!"
When it was time to shout slogans together, I could feel the morale of our New Black members breaking through zero and plummeting into negative territory.
Is it because of the trauma of failing to debut or a lack of qualifications?
I clapped my hands to get the attention of the members who kept getting smaller.
"Guys, come to your senses."
"Yes?"
"We have to practice. Are you going to play like this?"
"Ah yes."
I continued practicing again, but felt a little discouraged.
The more they talked and laughed over there, the more conscious our group members were of it.
Repetition of a vicious cycle.
What should I do with this?
It was a time when I was wondering what solution to suggest.
As I was slowly checking the choreography movement, I felt a sudden change.
Even though I didn't say anything, my skills suddenly changed.
Well damn...
Up until just now, I was the only one doing it with great enthusiasm, but the rest of the members also started to do well.
Gary performed the choreography wonderfully.
Samuel hand movements became flashy during the rap part.
Sunny's voice suddenly sounded like a three-pitched note.
And Avi, the youngest member who does the charming choreography at 120%.
As expected, the guys on our team are good.
okay, I knew it.
While I was laughing happily, I blinked when I saw what was happening nearby.
What, over there too… ?
Street Boys side...
The smile on their face was gone as well and they were practicing the choreography twice as hard as before.
What on earth is going on?
Why do they do that?
Here and there, three-step high-pitched ad-libs appear and a useless dance break unfolds brilliantly.
Did they get a Steam pack as a group?
The question of this mystery was soon solved.
"Director. Please also capture the trainees over there on camera. The entire auditorium should be captured in full shot."
"all right."
"Hey. The trainees are of a high standard."
It was because of the camera.
Every time the Street Boys' reality camera points towards us, Sunny's high notes explode.
Samuel's rap was pouring out like rapid fire.
I looked at Gary, who was dancing like a puppet, and Avi, who was acting cute with a spark in his eyes.
The exclamatory voices of I-net Hustle staff can be heard.
"Hey. The passion is truly amazing."
"I like youth."
"If they do that already, won't they start sweating already before the main show?"
Did you hear that?
Trainees on both sides began to pretend to wipe their sweat as if they had been practicing in the scorching sun.
"… … ."
I smiled happily as I saw the trainees being sincere for the camera.
Also, Broadcasting is the best.