"My gramps is in the hospital right now," Riku's voice faltered, cracking slightly. "He's got dementia, and other complications. The doctors . . . they don't think he has much time left."
He forced a smile, though it barely reached his eyes. "That's why I quit school and joined this competition. Before he passes, I want him to see me on stage — living out the dream he never could. If I can just make it, even for a moment, his dream of me becoming an idol will be real before he's gone."
". . ." Cain found himself reflecting on his own life. He had only started training a few months ago, unlike the other trainees who had spent years dedicating themselves to their dreams.
No wonder he wasn't as polished as them. He used to scoff at the whole idol thing, but now he realized what might seem trivial to him was the life's work of others.
How could he belittle it now?
