Chapter 63 – Trauma (3)

“Really?”

“Okay.”

Kahi’s hands start to tremble. Ku Woo-wook, clasping her fists to stop her trembling, she let out a light breath and asked Deok-gu again.

“So…… You can perform from this week. You mean this?”
“It’s shabby for a performance. You know how singers are treated in this world in the first place, right?”
“…… Yes, you know.”

Ga-hee, who once earned her living by singing at a bar, was well aware of how singers were treated in another world.

Hunter.
Or a voice whore.

A beggar for being nice to me, a pitiful bastard who is selling his voice because he can’t even sell his body.
That was the treatment a singer received in this world.
However, Kahi was confident in changing that perception.

“Because of you, I even ordered a microphone. Make no mistake. Practice well.”
“Don’t worry. Who do you think I am?”

She used to be an idol trainee and is often misunderstood for her outstanding looks of her, but she is not in charge of visuals.

“The diva of the muse.”

She was in charge of vocals.

* * *

“What annoyance, guarding…….”

The sun’s rays hit the top of the head her hotly. It had been a long time since I had seen the sun rise so high.

Since he spent a lot more time in the dungeon than going out, there weren’t too many times to see the sun floating in the middle of the sky.

“You’re annoying, boss! Is that what you say to your idol!”
“What kind of honor….”
“This? I heard that Deokgu is attached? Anyway, boss. I wish you well. Yes?”

As she said that, she started clearing her throat with an excited expression. But I sighed and looked around.

‘In the first place… There’s no audience, so what kind of security are you doing?’

This world does not have a large floating population like the modern Earth. In the first place, even on Earth, there is no crazy person who sings in the middle of the city at lunchtime.

However, Kahi grabbed the microphone without the slightest hesitation. Ugh, the magic circle imprinted inside the microphone spread her voice widely.

As her voice spreads widely, people’s attention is focused. But that’s for a while.

People who are busy with her work have no leisure or time to spend on her.

“Are you going back?”

“It’s noisy! If I don’t do this, people won’t pay attention to me…….”

“No, then I’d rather do it on the weekend….”

“I’ll do it on the weekend too, yo!”

With a tone that mixes politeness and nonsense, she slowly grabbed the microphone. She then drew in her breath forcefully.

[Listen to my song, everyone!]

If it was a microphone connected to the amplifier and speaker, the high pitch would have clipped and made a tearing noise, but the power of magic fully amplifies her voice.

I screamed so that my ears were torn, but the listeners did not perceive it as noise. To feel that way, her voice and vocalization her are so good.

Whoa, Ga-hee exhaled lightly, as if nervous, and grabbed the microphone again.

[I’m a new idol, Gahee from Muse! Take good care of me!]

A stage that stands alone, an audience without a single person.
The beating heart won’t stop.
I was hopeful and disappointed.

So, what can she do now? Just singing.
So to make everyone in this place a fan.

[──♬]

The moment I made up my mind, a diva landed on this land.

* * *

Rumors spread.

“Did you hear that? At lunch…….”
“I heard it, it still rings in my head…….”

Rumors of praising a single singer.

“I heard you showed up today too?”
“Maybe tomorrow…….”

Her voice was so loud that it resonated throughout the city, and there was no one who did not hear her voice.

And even once, the moment she hears her voice, she can’t get out of it.

As if possessed, he searches for the owner of the voice.
Even though it was a weekday morning performance with no audience, her sincere song, which she sang with sincerity, eventually returned to her like her boomerang.

“Muse! Muse!”
“When are you coming out!”
“Sing quickly!”

Even though it was her weekend, there were too many people waiting for her.

A smile spreads across Kahi’s face as she sneakily checks the number of people. Although it wasn’t as good as when I was an idol on Earth.

For these many people to see only themselves.
The fact that they gathered to hear her sing was very impressive.

“I can do it, I can do it.”
“Are you nervous?”
“No?”

At Do-jin’s question, she smiled lightly and stepped forward.
The eyes of her people are drawn to her.
Emotions rise like drugs.

[All! My song—!]
“I came from the guard.”

And all those emotions are washed away like water.

* * *

“Sorry Sorry….”
“Since you didn’t know, I’m just looking at you this time.”

Kahi continued to bow her head in front of the guards.
Seeing her like that, her guard sighed and held out her paper.

“Because I’m a fan of you and me, but… At least some autograph.”
“Oh, really? Thank you!”

While Kahi quickly signed the autograph, I discussed the legal matter with the security guard.

“So… Don’t influence people with magic tools, right?”
“Sure. This time, I’ll release it because I won’t harm others, but… If there had been a victim, there would have been no escape from arrest.”
“Ah, yes. All right.”

I left the guard with Kahi. Kahi left the guard with a gloomy expression.

The performance has been discontinued. With the intervention of the guards, the crime was the illegal use of magic tools, that is, the influence of magic tools even in areas of the city where they were not permitted.

‘Rather, it went well.’

In this world, it was only the listener’s choice to pay for the singer’s song.

Even if you listen to a song that is so impressive that you will never forget it for the rest of your life, you may not pay a penny.

That was common sense, and until now I had no reason to go beyond it.

‘With this, I got a justification for setting up a concert hall.’

But not from now on. I was able to create a performance hall for the reason that it was not to be influenced by magic tools.

If you set up a concert hall, you could sell tickets to and from it.

Listening to music is not free, it requires money. It can change people’s common sense.

“… Because of me.”

“Yes?”

“Because of me, you got caught….”

Ga-hee was busy blaming herself for the fact that she was caught by the guards, whether or not she knew that.

‘Haven’t you been to the police station?’

I thought that if she was a person like her, she would have gone to the police station like a meal.

He lowers her head and sees her teary-eyed, she lightly punches her in the chest. Right! A drop of her tear ran down her face with the cheerful sound of her voice.

“Ouch! What are you doing!?”

“What are you really doing?”

“…… What. It’s true. If only I had sang more quietly.”

“Why do idols worry about that?”

It was ridiculous for her to worry about whether an idol would sing too loud or not too loud.

“What is our relationship?”
“Ah, a relationship. What is that…”
“You are an idol, and I am the boss. Right?”
“Ah, that relationship… Yes. Right.”
“Idols, sing a song, President Lee will take care of everything else.”

Hearing that, Kahi closed her mouth and looked at me. It looked like he couldn’t understand.

“… Hey.”
“Why?”
“It’s a bit embarrassing to ask now, but… You, why are you so nice to me?”
“Yes?”
“I came here and didn’t do anything. Why are you so good Are you even targeting my body?”

It pours like a rapid-fire cannon. She leaned back behind her, hugging her chest. Does she really think her body is her purpose?

I looked at her As she said, it was incomprehensible to common sense. She was a parasitic doing nothing, but she said she wanted to become an idol, and she listened to it meekly.

It was not enough even to hear the whistle.

But.

“It’s a dream.”

“…… What?”

She dreams of becoming an idol. She had worked her whole life to become an idol, and that effort was shattered by the absurd disaster of the War of the World.

“How important is it to do what you want to do?”

Still, she didn’t give up. Even if the concept of an idol doesn’t exist, even if you are ridiculed for selling your body.

Don’t give up on your sparkling dreams.
I couldn’t.
So, I’m watching her and getting her vicariously satisfied.

“Dream, Idol.”

And shine Above all else.

* * *

“Budokan!!”

Hearing that it was impossible to perform on the street due to legal issues, Deokgu exclaimed madly.

Do-jin and Ga-hee, who did not know what Budo-kwan was, tilted their heads and looked at Deok-gu, who went wild like that, like a madman.

“I can’t believe I’ll be able to set up a martial arts hall with my own hands…….”

“What is Budokan?”

“No, you don’t know Budokan!?”

“Yes.”

“… Yes, Do-jin is saying that because you were a normal person, Ga-hee, you know?”

“What is that, bitch?”

“Why do idols not know Budokan!!!”

Deok-gu started squealing at her as her neck fell off. Dojin plugged Deokgu’s ears and left the room before Deokgu became an explanation officer.

Kahi cautiously followed him.

“Crazy otaku… Ah mistake. Pretend you didn’t hear this.”

Image management is the life of idols, so Ga-hee said that and left Do-jin and headed to her room.

With a clang, I locked the door, threw off my clothes, and dived onto the bed. Her soft, unpleasant-touch bed took her in, dissipating her shock.

Kahi, lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling, recalled what Dojin had just said.

[Dream, Idol.]

“Dreaming, uh, cringing….”

At the time I heard it, it was so horrifying that my limbs shriveled. But when I was alone in my room contemplating and chewing the cud, these words were more reassuring than anything else.

‘Crazy man, aren’t you really interested in my body?’

Kahi recalled Dojin’s face. The smile he smiled while saying that reminded me of the strong body that I came to know later after coming to another world.

“Ugh….”

Bring a pillow and cover your face. Somehow, my face started to heat up. In an attempt to cool off, he started shaking his legs wildly and kicking the blanket and bed.

“You madman! Why do you keep being nice to me!”

Gurgle, the bed shakes. I tried to think negative thoughts somehow. And then I remembered the image of Do-jin and Seo-yoon in the bathroom together.

I remember his naked body.

Hwaaak-.

“Aagh! Annoying!”

Why are you needlessly handsome, why are you needlessly good?
He blamed himself for a while and let out heat. Swing his limbs until he collapses from exhaustion.

As soon as I lose my strength, the negative thoughts I tried to think of belatedly invade my brain.

“Dreaming, am I?”

Do you deserve it?
Memories on Earth come to mind.
Beautiful appearance.
Comparatively stubborn pride.

But an obscure talent.
To make a living in the idol industry, the innate talent was mediocre.

She has many idols who are prettier than her.
She has many trainees who sing better than she does.
She also has a lot of motivation that she dances better than she does.

Eventually, she became an obscure existence.
Obscurely pretty
Vaguely cute
Dancing obscurely
Sing obscurely

The reason I made up my mind to become an idol in another world was because I thought I would have better skills than anyone else in this world.

It is not the result of a dream.
It is the result of compromise with reality.

“Does I deserve it?”