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"I told you to wear new black boots not old ripped ones!" Hyunsoo scolded pointing down her toes which seemed to be poorly dressed with a lot of lose threads surrounding it.

"But this pair is my lucky charm." Mei whined in a mature manner that made the manager annoyed as hell. Even the stylists in the agency can't do anything about her stubborness, and so decided to just let go of the damn boots instead of making a small problem worser. As of the moment, she's the complete opposite of expensive-looking. The manager mentally prayed that someday she will be awakened by the reality that she dresses old fashionably.

They were constantly arguing whether she should change her foot wear or not when Sejin violently beeped, his window open looking at them outside. "You two! Get in the car! Now!"

Hyunsoo felt interrupted fighting back the urge within him and released the agony by groaning deeply. "Whatever."

While the female was busy rejoicing when she won over her short tempered manager.

Meanwhile, the auditorium was continuously being filled with people of different fandoms anticipating singers who'll be participating. The show is one of the most awaited by subscribers, which makes the pressure big, ironic for a small space of the entire venue.

It was moderately small, about 500 people came over. However, there's a gurantee that they are one of the most loyal supporters of the broadcasting company. There were ten seats reserved for VIPs. One is probably for the producer of the well known entertainment agency while others are for idols and judges.

"Attention! The live broadcast will start within 15 minutes." The director announced while everyone settled from their seats with their lightsticks and props.

The staff and organizers were getting ready with the technicals. Several camera men scattered making sure that they won't miss a single angle on stage. The lights are exactly the kind of brightness they were aiming for. One staff checked every microphone if they're properly working.

It was all done. The sound system is very much functional, audible for their liking. The director clapped his hands multiple times calling everyone's attention. "10 minutes."

Thug. Thug. Thug.

Silence came in occupying the atmosphere. There was a sudden commotion unexplained. As seconds passed, the director froze when someone tapped his shoulders making him gasp. His expression from ethusiastic changed into a fearful one wiping away his smile.

Several bodyguards came over dressed in a suit and stood beside the boss. "You're doing a good job aren't you?" The man whispered in a deep husky old voice that made him tremble. He already knew who it is.

"Mr. Lee..." The daredevil CEO of the broadcasting company stood beside him with such decisive presence.

Tension. Stress. The cameramen and the editor were looking at him internally trembling as a compelling force of strain was triggered. The daredevil man simply smiled mischievously fixing his glasses.

He moved closer to the director who seemed paralyzed directing his lips to his earlobe.

"Whoever on the platform... is always a target. Always remember that do you understand?"

He looked down unable to feel his joints. The smile and enthusiasm faded away. "Y-yes sir."

He altered his behavior making him look like a good reliable man. "Well then, time to entertain some guests."