Chapter 21: He Fudged Up

How did you even got accepted in your agencies? How were you able to pass the screening process of [Cap-Teen-Vating]?" Berlyn Chu continued to throw painful words at the five trainees.

'I was forced.' Geon answered in his mind.

"One didn't bother to learn at least one move from the plenty I taught, one didn't bother to apply the techniques I talked about blah blah blah..." Berlyn Chu massaged her temples.

If she was stressed...

Then the other people (as if she's human lol) in the practice room were turning balistic at any moment.

The staffs and cameramen were over the moon at the thought of releasing this moment's overdramatized version for publication.

The safe trainees were patting themselves on the back for not triggering Berlyn Chu's bitchy side.

The unlucky trainees were ready to run through the door of the exit just to end the humillation and fear they were feeling.

Geon's fingers were twitching at the thought of scratching his itchy butt.

"Honestly, this is just the dancing part. Are your vocals or rapping that good? Are your stage presence or visuals that good? Or are your backers that great?" Berlyn Chu raised her voice at the fuve trainees who were all staring at the floor, heads in low.

"If all trainees that exist were the same like you, then the future of the K-pop idustry would be dark. Very dark." Berlyn Chu's mouth lacked filters.

Her expression lacked sympathy.

Her voice lacked warmth.

Her beliefs lacked understanding.

Because she was THE Berlyn Chu.

And Geon didn't give a fuck about any of that.

But the cameras were present so...

"Look at your groupmates." Berlyn Chu pointef at the other trainees who were sitting on the floor.

"They had already memorized the choreographies of more than half of the song."

"Sure, some had a hard time here and there, but they never gave up."

'They were probably afraid of getting humilited by you.' Geon thought.

"And what did you learned outside?" Berlyn Chu scoffed.

'You didn't taught us anything outside the practice room, yet you expected us to have learned something.' Geon stopped the urge to roll his eyes.

"You. Show me the part of the choreography you know." Berlyn Chu pointed at the Taiwanese trainee.

'He served. Himself. He dead.' Geon tried to distract himself from the urge of scratching his butt.

The demo of the signal song [Dreams' Anthem] started playing in the background.

The Taiwanese trainee started dancing to the first verse but stopped midway and started dancing to the second verse again.

Berlyn Chu's frown deepened upon seeing this.

She raised her hand and the music stopped playing.

"What was that?" She raised her eyebrow.

"I'm sorry--"

"So, all of those hours you spent outside were just for you to show me this?" Berlyn Chu took a deep breath.

"You 5 didn't even practice the parts you memorized outside. Am I right?" She made eye contact with the 4 others trainees standing behind the Taiwanese trainee.

"What did you do? Space out? Cry? Self-blame?" Berlyn Chu clapped her hands and laughed in a loudly.

"No one's gonna survive in here with that behavior." The whole practice room went into a defeaning silence.

Although Berlyn Chu lived up to her nickname as the [Typical Bitch Teacher], one couldn't deny her skills as a dance teacher and wisdom as an experienced performer.

She was tall, beautiful, and sexy.

But(t) her personality was worth laughing at.

"You 5. Meet me here at 8 tonight. I don't care whether you are supposed to sleep in that time. Because you won't be able to sleep here ever again if you get elimated for being uncompetitive."

•••

"Finally!" Gunnar excitedly opened the sponsored lunchbox only to be dissapointed at the sight of leaves and chicken breast.

"Hello!" The chicken breast greeted.

Joke.

"Did something happened to you and Geon?" Aoi, who was sitting in front of Gunnar, asked in confusion.

"Who cares?" The younger boy focused on his meal.

"You don't talk anymore." Aoi stared at Geon who was sitting beside Gunnar.

The three used to eat together back in the campsite.

They were always loud-- especially these two.

But now, their silence concerned Aoi more than their loudness did.

"So?"

"You two definitely fought."

"Stop acting like a friend."

"Why are you two ignoring each other?"

"Hmp."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Keep talking-- arguing as if I'm not here." Geon sighed.

Gunnar rolled his eyes.

He still believed that Geon, "lied", to him.

His dramatic movements just made Geon even more confused.

The 17-year-old boy didn't really know why the ginger-head got mad at him.

Fuck that eye-contact problem.

Fuck that blindness effect.

Fuck the new [System Window]!

The trainees were gathered in the backyard to eat lunch.

The area was so spacious like the basketball court.

Cameras were still everywhere.

The staffs and crews were watching the trainees' moves like hawks.

"Hey, we're on cam." Aoi whispered at Gunnar.

•••

The members of the group [3 Stars] went back tp their practice room.

What awaited them was an unexpected surprise.

The scene folding in front of them was a gift from the heavens!

"Oh my goodness."

"We're so lucky!"

"He's our rap mentor?"

"It's Mr. Park Guy!"

•••

[~One, you gotta know this feeling

Or are you just gonna watch me falling?

Two, you can laugh at me failing

But who, let's see who you're fooling~]

Guy smiled proudly as he listened to trainee nunber 3's rapping.

The trainee has potential.

He was the finest rapper at the moment.

[~You can watch and everything

But you cannot do anything~]

Guy nodded his head in satisfiction.

The other trainees couldn't help but feel envious of trainee number 3.

Meanwhile, Geon was busy memorizing the lyrics.

He couldn't see, so he couldn't read at the moment.

He can't use the lyrics sheet.

Geon could only rely on his amazing (lol) memory to memorize the rap parts.

He could only listen to the trainees before him.

After some time, it was finally his time to shine.

Guess what?

He fucked up.