I wonder what Blackpink Jisoo felt when she read this part of the book that she recommended:
*Look. This city is full of people who can sing at least as good as you. If your voice had something special, something unique about it, it might be a different story, but it doesn’t.”
The man cut right to the chase, and Katsuro had no response. This wasn’t news to him.
“What about the songs?” his boss interjected. “They sound pretty good to me.”
“They’re good. For an amateur. But good’s not good enough.” The critic’s voice was unforgiving. “They sound like songs that are already out there. They aren’t fresh.”
This was excruciating, and Katsuro’s body went hot with resentment and self-pity.
So I don’t have any talent, and I’ll never make a living from my music. From that day forward, Katsuro had taken these fears as givens.*
