METRONOME. － k.hs + s.hs

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Shin Hyoseob had a goal, a dream made of beats and travelling voices, stages and cheers, applause after each performance, his words reaching thousands, perhaps more, of listeners' ears and spreading to their hearts.

Shin Hyoseob also had obstacles to overcome, however, failures piling on his back and pressure building from his family for not yet having a secure occupation, then that he was an adult.

Being a singer was no easy thing to achieve, not when there was so much talent surrounding him and it seemed misfortune would not allow him to succeed in life, and yet he refused to fully surrender to such a supposed fate. Even while he began applying for run-of-the-mill jobs, he'd audition and work diligently on improving his voice, record songs until he filled a once empty CD with a decent number of them.

His parents would often grumble about him squandering so much of his time on something which would be useless in the long-run, and they'd beg him to just let go of his dream and set his feet on the ground.

Not everyone can be a star, Hyoseob, his mother would say, warm palm set upon his own as her thumb delicately grazed over his skin, There's nothing wrong with doing a regular job and besides, you don't need to completely forget about music, just spend a little less time on it.

Hyoseob would have agreed with her had he not been so stubborn, but even while caving in and accepting offers for some bland job he knew he would never come to like, he persevered with his attempts at making it in the music industry.

It was during a long bus trip to a friend's house that he had been scrolling through online blogs until an article's title caught his eye. It mentioned a singer who had debuted just a mere year and some months ago, a rookie who acted as anything but, oozing talent and quickly rising to fame. The young man's eyes zipped through the words with intrigue, learning that said artist went by the name Zion.T and apparently had a unique voice that only made his singing more enchanting, as described by the journalist who spoke of their recent experience watching one of his performances in a late-night bar.

Hyoseob wondered if such an article would ever be written about him one day. He aspired to achieve what this fresh to the industry artist had, and while it seemed near impossible, he felt inspired.

Zion.T's performances were typically close to where he lived and the man was only some years older than him. If Hyoseob could maybe meet him, talk to him and possibly even make the man listen to one of his songs, perhaps then he could truly be told whether he should continue stubbornly working on making his dream come true, or move on with life and settle into a part-time job.

No matter what, Hyoseob had to make sure he gave it his all.

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