My Star✨️

Part 2

Offroad's POV

I wonder why I am even here, I feel so pathetic right now.  Everyone else here is so talented while I am the only one lacking any singing or dancing prowess. Why did my agent even send me here to begin with? I feel like I'm going to embarrass the hell out of myself. 'Can I please go before you?' Someone's voice broke my reverie, and I turned to see a tall guy behind me in the queue flashing a smile at me. I didn't really want to spend any time longer in this place, but I still couldn't say no to the guy. It's better to let the people who know what they are doing go first, so I smiled and let him go first.

A few more people came and asked to cut in the line, and before I knew it, I had already let seven people ahead, and I was the last one in the line. When it was finally my turn, I went in and recorded my song. It took me a while to first get acquainted with the equipment, and I even had to Google how to use most of the stuff in the studio. I listened to my recorded tape, and it was no good, so I deleted it and recorded it again. This went on for about four times, and I was already losing my patience and getting frustrated, so I decided to just go with the last one I had.

I sat down to edit my audio and kept making mistakes, so I had to re-do everything over and over.  At this point, I was getting really frustrated and kept sighing in exasperation. A voice jolted me out of my concentration, and I jumped, startled, and answered to whoever called. I turned to see that it was a tall black haired guy. I recognised him as the guy who seemed to be the crowd favourite in this place, I always saw him surrounded by people. He asked to help me, and I stared a bit, surprised then agreed.

He sat down next to me and took the headsets from my hand to listen to my song.  He frowned, and my face fell, I knew I'm not really good at singing, but seeing it on his face hurt a little. 'It's not really bad. The beat is just in a higher tone, and it's not suited for your voice. I'll lower the tone of the instrumental, and then you can record again, alright?' I agreed and then went to record again after he fixed the instrumental for me. Afterwards, we added some final touches, and then I submitted my tape while he waited for me to leave together.

When we got outside, he said,'I'm Daou, by the way,  what's your name?' I told him my name was Offroad. I had forgotten to introduce myself in the midst of my exhaustion and frustration earlier. He said he'll take me home even after finding out we stay on completely opposite sides of Bangkok. I agreed ,then he asked why i allowed those people to cut the line earlier, and I told him it was because they asked, and i couldn't say no. He looked at me closely and said, "Don't just comply with anything anyone says in this industry. You are so innocent and naive. At this rate, you'll be eaten alive out there." I stared at him blankly because I didn't quite understand what he meant by that. He just chuckled softly and told me to never mind, then dragged me to his bike and passed me a helmet and took me home. I was still puzzled and decided to ask what he meant at a later time.