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In a world where success in show business is hard-won, aspiring soloist Yeonjun and aspiring actor Beomgyu fight for their dreams and their love for each other. But when Beomgyu's best friend sudden...
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The shimmering blue of the night sky slowly receded as the first delicate rays of the rising sun revealed the contours of the city. Choi Yeonjun, shrouded in the cool of the early morning, made his way to the recording studio along the winding path. The silence was broken only by the muffled footsteps of Yeonjun, who soaked up the tense atmosphere with every breath, the coffee in his hand promising to awaken his weary spirit as the pressure of the upcoming album debut weighed on his shoulders.
The breeze rushed around his ears as Yeonjun wandered through the deserted streets. Neon lights, once so bright and alluring, now flickered dimly as the city slowly rose from its nightly slumber.
Between the empty streets and the approaching bustle of industry, he could feel the shadows of doubt following him as he made his way to the door of the studio.
The door squeaked softly as he opened it, and the room filled with a muted hum of equipment and dimmed lights. In the corner sat a familiar face - his longtime colleague and producer, Minho.
He was a middle-aged man with a striking face and deep eyes that reflected the experience of numerous musical adventures. He wore his dark hair cut short, and his always serious expression betrayed his dedication to his work. A slight stubble framed his face, giving him a certain nonchalance. His fingers, deft and familiar with the keys of mixing consoles, conveyed a sense of control over the sound. He was an experienced producer and not only had an ear for the music, but also a feel for the emotions it should convey. With one look at him, you could see the traces of successful albums he had created with artists like Yeonjun. His studio was a living chronicle of musical masterpieces, and Minho, the architect behind the scenes, always seemed ready to create the next hit.
Yeonjun had already recorded several albums with Minho. He had always been helpful, helping him with musical problems and making sure Yeonjun's voice was heard.
He trusted him.
"You're early," Minho remarked, lifting his eyes from the mixing desks.
Yeonjun forced himself to put a smile on his face, not wanting to give the nascent doubts and tiredness any power. He ran his left hand through his black, medium-length hair. It was a modern haircut, as young adults often wore at the time. "Just a final check before we start recording."
Minho nodded in understanding and walked to the mixing desk. "This is going to be big, you know. Your music will move people."
The words were well-intentioned, but Yeonjun couldn't shake the uncertainty. Wrapped in a cozy hoodie that offered him protection and with a cap on his head, Yeonjun looked like a normal teenager. Not like a soloist with inner doubts. He was about to record his fourth album. It was the first time he had spoken about past feelings and experiences in his songs. It was an overcoming and had taken a lot of sweat and tears to complete. But now he was about to start the recording phase, if it wasn't for that cheeky voice in his head whispering insecurities.
