The Second Chance of A Suicidal Idol

PR (1)

Joon-woo closed his mouth as he finished the song he had been singing for the last few minutes, his hands eased off his guitar and he looked up to the crowd that had gathered 'round a bit lost.

A ring of applause suddenly busted at Joon-woo's eardrums. He closed his eyes at the noise as it beat against his face, a crowd two times bigger than the days before looking at him with admiration like he had never seen.

He fidgeted with his hands as they intersected in his lap, "Thank you, that was my last song..." He whispered red into the microphone. "Please support me on Producer10..." He felt a bit bad, shamelessly promoting himself like such. But if he didn't have a company to do so, who would?

While looking at the ground to avoid the crowd's praiseful gazes and coos, he spotted the guitar case he had used to collect money. He found it full with bills, coins, and even a few folded up phone numbers. He smiled to himself. He could finally afford to feed himself something nice.

He practically drooled at the idea of restaurant tteokbokki, the fanciest of teas, and everything he had missed for years and years. But nothing could top Reggie's mother's tteokbokki. Joon-woo craved a home cooked meal quite badly now, more than he had in the past. Perhaps you only miss things only after you get a glimpse of them again

It took a moment for the crowd to die, their noise and then them themselves. But Joon-woo still began to clean up. He first began with collecting the money into his hands in a more organized manner. He slipped the guitar into its case, his small mic into his pocket.

But just as he took the money into his hands, it all stacked in Joon-woo's grasp and shining with its glory, a shadow was cast over him. A person stood over Joon-woo.

He looked up with a small gulp and went to hide his money behind his back. Above him stood a suited man who wore a creepily large smile.

The man wore a fitting blue tie, black suit, heavy sunglasses, and too-fancy dress shoes. Joon-woo knew this appearance well. This man was a talent scout.

"Are you a student?" The scout's deep voice asked.

Joon-woo paused. He was a drop out. Really, it was quite embarrassing to admit. So he pursed his lips and stayed silent.

The scout looked at Joon-woo expectantly, before sighing and pulling out a card from his suit-pant pockets. He held it out to Joon-woo's anxious figure with a bead of sweat rolling down his cheek.

"Have you ever thought about becoming an idol? Even an actor or soloist? You have quite the face..." The scout inquired.

Joon-woo picked at the skin along his wrists, "Ahh, I am already a trainee..." He replied.

The scout paused, "Oh, that's too bad. If you don't mind me asking, for what company?"

Joon-woo began to sweat at the question. Because he was a trainee, just not one under a company anymore... If he said he was independent, the scout would probably chase him like some dog, but if he said Sunrise Entertainment, would this man even believe him?

He sighed, maybe he would have to lie...

"I am a trainee under ICE Entertainment..." Joon-woo replied with a sly lie.

ICE Entertainment was one of the powerhouse entertainment companies of Korea. They were known for producing vocal AND dance powerhouses, and therefore they were feared by smaller companies. Mi Yong, Jung Hyun-Ok, and regretfully Baek Du-Ho were from ICE, their skills proving their companies name even further.

Joon-woo hoped, begging that it would drive the man away. He mentally begged for this scout to be from a small, no name company and be scared off.

But instead the scout just stared Joon-woo down harder.