A Blank Slate Regression for the Idol That Lost His Original Mindset - Chapter 178

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A Regression Guide for Idols Who Lost Their Initial Intentions Episode 178

 

 

 

 

 

“Whoa, how did LilP end up facing off instead of Yoo Taegeun here?”

 

“LilP definitely tore up the stage this time. But the bracket is surprising. How do they pit D.I against LilP? Will this even be a game?”

 

“Probably? D.I really screwed up big time, so wouldn’t LilP have gotten some hope?”

 

The stage between Yoo Taegeun versus LilP that had been pre-recorded earlier, and the semifinal bracket that had only been revealed to the cast members was announced once more in front of the on-site judges from the pre-recording.

 

Below the stage, a man who came as an on-site judge waiting for the semifinal stage was chatting with his friend.

 

“Fuck, what’s an idol doing on a DTB stage. Lowering the standards.”

 

“That’s what I’m saying. It’s so fucking annoying, I’m absolutely not pressing the button until D.I’s stage is over.”

 

They could feel the sharp glares from the women next to them who seemed to be fans of that featuring idol, but the two men who firmly believed they were protecting real hip hop from fangirls snorted and lightly ignored them.

 

The image of idol rappers deeply ingrained in them was that of guys who couldn’t sing being forced into that position, and those who desecrated hip hop by mumbling lyrics and believing that was rap.

 

The [LilP VS D.I] semifinal stage began with D.I’s first attack.

 

The song title was .

 

 

 

[On pure white drawing paper, lines roughly drawn on top]

 

 

 

As soon as D.I spat out the first verse, the fight money on the electronic board shot up rapidly.

 

Even though he had scored an own goal with his own feet, he showed his prowess as a strong candidate.

 

“Whoa, it really would be a shame for him to drop out here. The beat is also exceptionally well-produced.”

 

“Even now, if he snatched the microphone from the idol’s hands and did the featuring part himself, I’d be willing to bet fight money on D.I.”

 

The man raised one hand, swaying it to the rhythm while giggling with his friend.

 

Since quite a few on-site judges seemed to share the same thought, even though the song was reaching the latter half, the speed at which fight money was rising was rather disappointing for a semifinal.

 

 

 

[hey friend, what’s there to feel burdened about

 

Just grab it carelessly and draw carelessly

 

You never know, a masterpiece might be born from that graffiti]

 

 

 

After the second hook ended, the music suddenly stopped completely.

 

With that brief moment of silence, the lights suddenly turned on the second floor temporary stage above the stairs.

 

The face of the person leaning his arms on the railing was fully revealed under the spotlight.

 

“Crazy, it’s really Eden!”

 

“Yoon Eden’s outfit today is insane!”

 

Perhaps because the noisy beat that had been ringing in their ears had stopped, even though the cheering was loud, he could clearly hear the conversation the women next to him were having. Scanning the black Supreme tee and Adidas white jersey he was wearing, the man inwardly sneered.

 

‘His outfit is fucking hip hop though.’

 

His features were quite sharp, but being an idol, he was definitely more handsome compared to rappers.

 

However, for a man who held the belief that hip hop wasn’t done with faces, Yoon Eden’s appearance couldn’t be a plus factor.

 

He was just worried about how much that idol rapper bastard would ruin the song.

 

As Yoon Eden leisurely raised the microphone to his lips, the beat began to resound again.

 

 

 

[How do you do?

 

I’ll skip the obvious self-introduction

 

Let me introduce is

 

Sixteen bars of verse are enough]

 

 

 

‘Oh, his diction is killer…?’

 

At the skill that completely went against his expectations, the man blinked and let out an exclamation inwardly.

 

Curious about his friend’s reaction, the man turned his head and saw clearly with his own two eyes.

 

His friend, who just dozens of minutes ago had vowed to absolutely not press the button for D.I’s stage, was pressing the button as if entranced.

 

“Hey, didn’t you say you absolutely wouldn’t press the button until the stage was over?”

 

When the man lowered his voice and whispered in a tone clearly showing disbelief, his friend raised his thumb and replied.

 

“Just those four bars alone gave me the intuition that the stage won’t be ruined.”

 

As if proving those words, the fight money that had been almost stagnant began to explode upward.

 

Stepping away from the railing he had been leaning on and giving high-fives to the hands reaching out to him as he reached the stairs, Yoon Eden spat out the next verse while striding down the stairs.

 

 

 

[Oh that guy raps pretty well? Plus 100 points

 

Oops that guy’s an idol? Minus 100 points

 

A game with nothing to gain, a total score of 0 points

 

But there’s something you guys always say, From the bottom]

 

 

 

The leisurely gesture of pointing his finger upward contrasted with the venom in his eyes.

 

His friend was already assimilated with Yoon Eden’s fans next to him, letting out cheers.

 

The fight money displayed on the electronic board kept increasing the amount relentlessly, as if it would fill up amounts never achieved before.

 

Having completely come down the stairs, Yoon Eden lightly bumped fists in the air with D.I who was riding the rhythm in the center of the stage, then raised his chin and lifted the end of his microphone.

 

 

 

[The line I drew in front of my feet as a child was a straight line

 

The path I’m walking now is actually a winding curve

 

Life is different from graffiti, life doesn’t go as you fucking want

 

Still, I cleverly found my way back to the starting point with my dreams]

 

 

 

Even the gesture of drawing a large circle in front of his eyes wasn’t pretentious but cool.

 

His flow, diction, voice – there wasn’t a single thing worth criticizing. The man was also cheering along with his friend, enthusiastic about the stage unfolding before him.

 

 

 

[I have no intention of straying from the path I’m walking now but

 

Even when it’s time to go, a little deviation is okay, right?

 

I’ll leave just one trace here as graffiti before I go

 

What will be called a legend by everyone in the future]

 

 

 

When Yoon Eden raised one arm and spun his body around, the sports jersey fluttered like a cape.

 

Ruin the stage my ass. The idol rapper he had thought was just a loach muddying the hip hop scene was about to leave behind a legend as his lyrics said.

 

“Why the hell did that bastard become an idol?”

 

With a hollow laugh, the man also pressed his button firmly. The fight money number exploded greatly once more along with his vote.

 

 

 

* * *

 

 

 

The heated atmosphere of the cramped concert hall.

 

Cheers directed entirely at me.

 

The beat resonating as if it would burst my heart.

 

“Hey DJ, drop that beat! Let’s go!”

 

Spitting out the last lyrics of the featuring part, I looked toward the front of the stage.

 

The scenery of that stage I had once stood on during my teenage years when I first stepped into the hip hop underground overlapped.

 

Who would have known that the fifteen-year-old kid who barely spat four bars of verse behind the crew hyungs and put down the microphone would end up handling a solo featuring on the DTB semifinal stage like this.

 

Thanks to the trick of changing the profanity level “fucking” to “really” with the same pronunciation, it passed safely without being reduced. “Really” and “fucking” have the same pronunciation after all.

 

There were no mistakes either. Even I could confidently say that today’s stage showed 120% of my ability.

 

Yongcheol Hyung, who had approached my side, sang the hook while facing me and grinning.

 

I raised the microphone again to match his ad-libs while lightly riding the rhythm.

 

It felt quite strange to be riding the groove instead of choreography on stage.

 

Was this the kind of stage Yongcheol Hyung had wanted? Although it was featuring rather than a duet, the ED.I combination that Yongcheol Hyung had talked about during his underground days had finally come to fruition after such a long time.

 

Matching the melody and beat that gradually grew smaller as if signaling the end, I sang the last verse with Yongcheol Hyung.

 

“hey friend, what’s there to feel burdened about. Just grab it carelessly and draw carelessly. You never know. A masterpiece might be born from that graffiti.”

 

I lowered the microphone from my lips and gasped for breath. The stuffy air touching my skin and the hot cheers piercing my eardrums felt like a dream.

 

Only after coming down from the stage did I realize that I was completely drenched in sweat.

 

As I roughly swept back my bangs that were clinging to my forehead with sweat using my sleeve, Yongcheol Hyung ruffled my hair wildly with a towel bearing the DTB logo and said.

 

“See, you brat! What did I tell you? I said you’d suit this stage the best!”

 

At Hyung’s voice, which showed not a trace of regret for the stage we had just left, I could finally relax and smile back at him.

 

“No, what are you doing performing even better than during rehearsal!”

 

LilP, who was waiting backstage for his turn next, pretended to wail while pulling at his hair.

 

After lightly offering encouragement for his upcoming stage and returning to the waiting room together, Wonbaek simultaneously embraced us both and shouted in an excited voice.

 

“Hey, you killed it! You guys really tore up that stage!”

 

Skit, another producer, also patted our backs vigorously as soon as Wonbaek let go of his arms, repeatedly saying we did well. My back was getting numb.

 

“Thanks, Eden.”

 

“What for, I’m more grateful that you let me stand on a stage like this.”

 

Yongcheol Hyung and I naturally embraced each other lightly and bumped shoulders.

 

I took off my outer clothing and sat on the sofa in a short-sleeved shirt, watching LilP’s stage on the waiting room monitor.

 

“Wow, look at those arm muscles. Are all idol bodies like this?”

 

“They’re all different. But could you stop kneading them? I can’t concentrate on the stage right now.”

 

When I grumbled while shaking off Wonbaek’s hands that were sitting next to me and pressing my forearms, Wonbaek smacked my back.

 

“Hey hey, no matter how skilled LilP is, he absolutely can’t top this. You should have heard those screams coming from all over the waiting room when Eden started the first verse.”

 

“I recorded that.”

 

Skit played a video as if he’d been waiting for this moment. My appearance on the monitor in the video, tensed up with power, looked unfamiliar.

 

The screams were somewhat drowned out by Wonbaek’s breathless laughter, but the reaction still seemed definite.

 

“D.I, please prepare for the results announcement!”

 

At the call from the staff member who knocked and burst through the door, everyone stood up with Yongcheol Hyung leading.

 

“Ah, why am I so nervous.”

 

“What’s there to be nervous about. Just prepare your finals advancement speech.”

 

I was giggling and pushing Yongcheol Hyung’s back when I paused momentarily at the face I saw beyond the waiting room door.

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