The Rhythm Of The Heart *Wonyoung x YN* *Danielle x YN*

Beginnings

My entire life, I've dreamed of becoming a successful K-pop idol, and I've been preparing for it since I was young.

*takes a deep breath*

I always get very nervous, but everyone at my academy believes I'll succeed. Still, I've taken a long time. Now that I'm not even in high school, I have to audition for every agency I can. Throughout middle school, I've been in the shadow of a girl who achieved my dream. Jang Wonyoung became a trainee when we were in sixth grade, and a year later, she participated in Produce 48, ranking first and debuting in Iz*One. I admire her greatly.

Many people spoke ill of her after she left school to study from home and focus on her life as an idol, saying she thought she was perfect.

"The best thing is to try to go unnoticed and not say or do anything that might harm us in the future, YN-ah." Those words Wonyoung told me when we became friends in sixth grade resonated in my mind as I watched and listened to everyone speak ill of her at school. They're just envious, I thought. But I didn't say anything to avoid trouble or draw attention to myself.

I adjusted the number they had given me before going out and standing before those who would decide whether I would join the agency. Their faces didn't give me much hope, and they clearly noticed my weight. Yesterday, before bed, I weighed myself, and I was 65 kilograms, which shows on my 1.60-meter frame.

They were reading my data sheet while talking to me about the agency and what they're looking for. I already knew everything perfectly; I had come prepared. When I started singing, I began to lose some fear. I trusted my abilities, and I had sung this song many times.

When they signaled me to stop, I looked at them, expecting to see something encouraging, but they looked bored. The smile I had while singing began to fade. The nerves started to appear again.

"Now that we've heard you sing, we need to see how you dance," he said almost emotionless.

"Do you need us to put on the song?"

"Yes, thank you." If they weren't impressed with my singing, they wouldn't be with my dancing either.

I'm not bad, but I've always felt I sing better than I dance.

"Which song?"

"The same one, please. Fake Love by BTS." The song started playing, and I began to dance, but after the first chorus, they stopped me.

"Miss Seol, I think we've seen enough. Thank you. We'll contact you."

I arrived home very nervous. My mother was still at work, so I had to make myself dinner. "I'm home, Dad," I said, bowing to the altar for my father in the living room. He had always been the one who supported my dream the most, and now I had taken the next step to fulfill it.

I just had to wait and prepare for the next audition. But time passed, and they never contacted me. The same thing happened with all the following auditions.

"Excuse me," I said to the person auditing me at that moment. He looked at me, expecting me to continue. "It's not the first time they say they'll contact me, and they never do. It's not that I want another chance. I just want to know what I'm missing."

He closed the folder with my data and looked at me seriously. SM was the last of the three major agencies I was auditioning for.

"Your singing is good, but that's your only strong point. Your rap and dance are average, and you're 20 kilograms above what any K-pop agency looks for." His words hurt me deeply, and I felt a great sense of powerlessness. I clenched my fists, trying to calm down. "Most companies use a 50-point system based on vocals, rap, dance, visual, and charisma. Your vocal ability would score an 8 out of 10, while your charisma would score 7 out of 10. Your rap and dance skills would both score 5 out of 10, while your visual would score 3 out of 10. Your head is large, and your chin is wide, plus your excess weight. You have 28 out of 50 and you need 35 out of 50"

"I-is it really necessary to tell me all these harsh things?" I said, looking down, as I had started tearing up and didn't want to be seen.

"You wanted me to be honest with you, and I told you the truth. Maybe if you lose 20 kilograms, a small agency will accept you." After he said that, I only slightly nodded and withdrew.

On my way home, I could only think of my father, who always told me I was beautiful, his princess. When I arrived home, I let out the tears I had been holding

This is my first history. I'm new and i've never done anything like this, but i read some stories and then wanted to try it

If you like it, recommend it, please.

I would appreciate it

*Kissy face*