A Blank Slate Regression for the Idol That Lost His Original Mindset - Chapter 231

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A Regression Guide for Idols Who Lost Their Initial Intentions Episode 231

“Start the car and turn on the engine

Where do you want to go today, girl?”

An upbeat melody with an upbeat pitch. The song lyrics were just typical pop song lyrics about pursuing freedom in the city. Luckily, they matched very well with my rap lyrics too.

People passing by began stopping one by one to watch the man’s vocals, or joined us after watching other busking performances.

I lifted my cap brim just enough so my hair wouldn’t show.

The man who finished singing the first verse held the microphone in front of me. Since we were similar in height, thankfully there was no disaster of him having to bend over or me having to stand on my tiptoes.

Aha, I lightly added some ad-libs and started rapping while recalling the lyrics.

“When the repetitive melody gets boring, I should throw in a curveball. I’ll put down the mysterious ‘her’ complaints just for this part.”

There was nothing but the electric guitar and bass thumping for beats, but it wasn’t difficult to match the rhythm.

The expressions of the people who had gathered around us showed admiration and interest.

It wasn’t bad that these lyrics, which I thought would rot forever in my songwriting notebook and now in my head after regression, were seeing the light of day like this.

‘And experiencing freestyle rap in the homeland of rap is pretty good too.’

I grinned at the camera filming me and spat out the last lyrical verse.

“We’ve lived busily, so now let’s go a little slower, how about it?”

The 30 seconds that were long if long, short if short, ended.

Taking back the microphone to continue singing, the bandman vocalist gave me a thumbs up and patted my back.

Feeling awkwardly embarrassed, I pressed down my cap brim and hurriedly returned to our members.

“Hey hey, let’s go quickly.”

I pushed the members’ backs and urged them to leave this place before their song ended.

“Didn’t you just say let’s go slowly?”

Seo Yehyeon giggled and teased me by quoting the rap lyrics I had just done.

The leader’s authority has really hit rock bottom.

“Whoa, Yehyeon Hyung. You heard all of that? I mean, I could hear it too, but you can even interpret it?”

“The ending sentence was possible. I can’t interpret the whole thing either.”

I poked Seo Yehyeon, who was diligently answering Kim Dobin’s question.

“Hurry up and find a place where Kim Dobin can perform his busking penalty.”

“Oh, there’s dance busking over there!”

Ryu Jaehee pointed with his finger to where a b-boying performance was in full swing. They were taking up quite a wide space.

Before we could even approach, the performance ended. Just as we were looking around for another performance, they started preparing for another show.

“Looks like they’re doing it again?”

Thanks to that, we were able to secure a spot fairly close to the front to watch. It was the perfect position to push Kim Dobin into the dance circle.

In the middle of the performance, one of the b-boys approached us and dragged Seo Yehyeon into the dance circle. This happened before I could even push Kim Dobin.

When Seo Yehyeon froze next to the b-boy who was showing him dance moves to follow, I pushed Kim Dobin’s back and cheerfully shouted.

“Hey, I’ll send a substitute here! That friend is really shy!”

Seo Yehyeon ran back to us with a relieved face and hid behind Gyeon Hajun and me.

“Why me? Do I look like someone who would dance well?”

“It’s just because Hyung has a face that stands out.”

Ryu Jaehee told the truth to Seo Yehyeon, who was completely mistaken.

And Kim Dobin, making his worries seem pointless, not only perfectly followed the b-boy’s demonstration like a fish in water, but even showed off windmills, drawing cheers and applause from the audience.

“Wow, Kim Dobin’s still got it!”

Kim Dobin returned smugly and smiled while making a V sign at the video I was filming.

“So all three of us successfully performed our penalties. To think we got caught in the net thrown to catch Yehyeon Hyung.”

“Wait, I practically got put into busking too, right? Why did I perform two penalties?”

“Hey, that was something Hyung accepted.”

“I didn’t even get caught but almost had to perform a penalty…”

So all three of us successfully performed our penalties side by side and returned to the hotel.

“Hyung, how was today’s busking?”

I answered without hesitation to Ryu Jaehee’s question as he lay sprawled on the hotel bed.

“I realized that all those ‘grabbing random passersby and making them try’ busking videos I saw on YouTube were fake. They were the result of prior arrangements. You really can’t trust YouTube too much.”

If I hadn’t been seen rapping at the busking, that band probably wouldn’t have bothered to grab me and ask me to participate.

“No, not that, but the busking we did.”

Ah, you meant that. The busking where there were more pigeons than audience members was quite an impressive experience too. In many ways, it reminded me of our flop idol days.

“I wanted to give Kim Dobin a knock on the head. Making us do real street busking instead of the hotspot?”

“Even if Doby Hyung found the wrong place, I thought Yehyeon Hyung would somehow manage and find us a proper spot, but that was a misjudgment. Who knew Yehyeon Hyung had directionally challenged tendencies.”

Ryu Jaehee joined in the lamentation. Breaking the brief silence that had settled, Ryu Jaehee asked again.

“Hyung, weren’t you upset?”

I blinked blankly at the sudden and unclear question, then asked back.

“Why, because my rap part was longer than your vocals? Do I look like someone who would get upset over something like that?”

“Isn’t it usually the opposite…? Normally you’d be upset because Hyung’s rap part was shorter than my vocals.”

“Right, sorry for not thinking normally.”

While grumbling, I suddenly narrowed my eyes at a thought and asked.

“Don’t tell me you… were upset because your vocal parts were less than my rap parts?”

“Of course not.”

A firm denial immediately flowed from Ryu Jaehee’s mouth.

“Your really honest impression. That’s what I’m talking about.”

“It was fun. It was the first time you and I sang a duet together, just the two of us.”

After hearing my answer, Ryu Jaehee made a strange expression, then smiled brightly as if he had never made such an expression and nodded.

“I had fun too.”

Watching Ryu Jaehee yawn exaggeratedly and pull the blanket over himself saying he was tired, I also straightened my body that had been lying sideways.

The thought that what Ryu Jaehee wanted to say might have been something else briefly crossed my mind, but I couldn’t overcome the drowsiness that came over me and slowly closed my eyes.

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After finishing the music video shoot, we returned to Korea.

“Why isn’t it uploaded? By now the video should be up and the fact that I’m a K-pop idol should be mentioned in the comments, right?”

Kim Dobin was searching for New York dance busking on YouTube almost every three hours. He seemed to still not have given up hope.

The chances of us hitting it big with view counts from that one busking performance and advancing to America is about the same as Seo Yehyeon entering DTB Season 4 and winning, you know?

“Honestly, Hyung didn’t dominate. It was just that a guy who looked clueless suddenly showing off flashy techniques came as a fresh shock to people.”

“I don’t think I dominated either. Those hyungs probably only ate and danced. I haven’t done breaking in a long time. I showed off techniques despite the risk of injury.”

“Wow, Doby Hyung. Never say that to the hyungs. Unless you want to become the idiot who showed off risky techniques at mere street busking before a concert.”

I heard everything. And the fact that Kim Dobin is an idiot wasn’t particularly surprising news.

“And rather, Eden Hyung’s video that would be uploaded as ‘grabbed a passing pedestrian during busking and handed over the microphone’ would become more of a hot topic, right?”

“That’s too obvious.”

“Hyung is obvious too.”

After listening to a conversation where I couldn’t tell who was the hyung and who was the younger brother, I turned around.

What remained for us now was to diligently practice the concert stage choreography for and , and finish practicing the rest of the setlist stages.

“Jun, wouldn’t it be better to find a piano academy with a grand piano and practice there? It feels different from practicing with a synthesizer.”

I sat sideways on a chair next to Gyeon Hajun, who was playing the song for his solo stage on the synthesizer in my studio, and offered advice.

“I’ll just get the feel for playing and try the grand piano during rehearsal.”

Gyeon Hajun, who had briefly stopped playing, lightly tapped the synthesizer keys with his fingers as he replied.

“Play and sing again. I think I arranged it too hastily, so there seem to be places that are subtly off.”

The song Gyeon Hajun would perform on his solo stage was , a track from our third mini-album [The Other Side].

I had completely removed my rap parts and modified the lyrics and melody so Gyeon Hajun could sing it entirely alone.

“I thought it was fine.”

“Since we’re presenting it at our first concert, wouldn’t it be better if it’s perfect?”

At my question, Gyeon Hajun smiled wryly, saying that was true, and his hands began gliding smoothly over the keys again.

Gyeon Hajun’s piano playing skills, who had experience entering piano competitions several times as a child and winning prizes, were a level above mine.

I opened my composition notebook and focused on Gyeon Hajun’s voice and piano performance. I finally found the part in the second verse that had been bothering me and drew a small circle around it.

I pulled my chair over to sit beside Gyeon Hajun and lightly tapped the keyboard according to the original melody.

“This is what you just sang.”

I changed the melody and tapped the keyboard a few times, then repeated the most naturally fitting melody three times so Gyeon Hajun could get used to it.

“This is the revised version.”

I picked up my pen and corrected the notes in the notebook before handing it back to Gyeon Hajun. When he played just that part, he effortlessly hit the high notes right away.

Confirming that the subtly bothersome part was definitely fixed, I smiled with satisfaction and clapped.

“Okay, that’s it.”

“I’m not entirely sure, but it does seem smoother than before.”

Gyeon Hajun nodded and took his hands off the keyboard before asking me.

“How’s your solo stage preparation going?”

“Me? What’s there to prepare separately? I just need to practice the heart dance with Kim Dobin one last time.”

Since I was the only member with a solo song, I was planning to perform a solo stage with “Villain.”

Seo Yehyeon said he wasn’t confident enough to do a complete solo stage yet and prepared a duet stage with Ryu Jaehee, while Kim Dobin would probably just dance.

While I was chatting with Gyeon Hajun during a break from practice, I heard the sound of someone entering the studio password.

When I turned my head toward the door, Ryu Jaehee entered with a gloomy expression.

Perhaps not knowing Gyeon Hajun was there, Ryu Jaehee’s eyes widened as soon as he saw him and turned around as if to leave again.

“Why, Jaehee? Is it something you can only talk to Eden about? Should I step out?”

At Gyeon Hajun’s question, Ryu Jaehee hurriedly shook his head and approached me hesitantly, which was unlike him.

“Eden Hyung, I…”

After biting and chewing his lips for a while, Ryu Jaehee asked heavily.

“Could you possibly do the solo stage with Yehyeon Hyung?”

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