I’m an Unknown Actress, But Everyone Knows Me - Chapter 339

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Chapter 339

The piano resonated softly. It was a song that had consecutively topped music broadcasts in the early 2000s, becoming what people called the public’s go-to karaoke song.

“If you mess this one up, it’s really over, right?”

“We’ve heard it so often that the audience members are extremely picky with their standards right now.”

The panel’s analysis was spot on. The people sitting in the audience seating had quietly crossed their arms.

Cream Yellow Mouse, sitting in the king’s seat, swayed his body left and right slowly in a somewhat relaxed posture, riding the rhythm. He thought calmly.

‘The song choice is a bit questionable?’

The violin’s thin trembling sound was heard like precarious breathing. March Forsythia started first.

Your voice

I feel like I might forget it

There’s a saying. The reason ballads declined was because of the public’s emotions.

Unlike now, where you can see how someone is living through their profile photos even after breaking up, breakups in the previous era were literally the real end.

On the other end of the receiver I’m holding

Only a mechanical voice saying

The call cannot be answered

Clinging desperately and begging pathetically was love before smartphone proliferation. With lyrics about desperately clinging to the other person with one’s life on the line, everyone listening to the song recalled past nostalgia.

“So good…”

“There’s a reason why masterpieces are masterpieces.”

March Forsythia employed orthodox ballad singing techniques. This made it possible to anticipate a stable flavor during the highlight section.

Adding plenty of vibrato to emphasize sadness was the 2000s sensibility.

Anything you don’t like

Please tell me everything

I’ll fix it all

But Aori Apple blocked March Forsythia with a new singing technique. It was a voice that seemed to tremble precariously, filled with breathing sounds.

The camera director didn’t miss capturing the panelists’ reactions.

Kindly watching

Your retreating figure

I’ll be here

Aori Apple knew how to use breathing properly. It was a voice that seemed to express the anxiety of not being able to properly conclude.

It seemed like she was precariously trailing off her words, afraid that tears might burst out.

No way

It can’t be what I’m thinking

Like always

If I wait, you’ll come back

March Forsythia brought up the singing style of that era as expected. His soft voice stably produced refreshing high notes.

But the king sitting closest to the stage, Cream Yellow Mouse, judged coldly.

‘This one lost.’

March Forsythia was probably a real singer. Characteristic habits appeared in several places. Like scratching his throat while showing off techniques.

‘That side definitely sings better, but…’

Cream Yellow Mouse looked at Aori Apple.

There’s something commonly called ‘interpretation.’

Even singing the same song and playing the same piece, it’s different for each person. Depending on where you add trembling, where you raise your voice, and where you rest for a beat, listeners receive completely different feelings.

Don’t say that

This kind of ending for us

Isn’t right

In that regard, Cream Yellow Mouse anticipated Aori Apple’s victory.

Singing ‘well’ and ‘properly’ bringing a song to life were different things.

Please, just don’t say

Those words

Anyone could know the answer by looking at where the audience’s gazes were directed.

Their heads were subtly tilted to the right.

As if they wanted Aori Apple alone to sing the entire song.

* * *

It was as Cream Yellow Mouse had predicted.

“The winner is…!”

The panelists seemed to have already anticipated it. They had broadcasting experience.

March Forsythia, who perfectly recreated the 2000s with parting emotions, wasn’t the type you’d want to hear one more song from. They prepared seasoned reactions.

“Aori Apple!”

When her name was called, Aori Apple bounced up and down in her seat again this time. It was amazing how she didn’t get tired even while wearing such a doll mask.

Aori Apple acted cute non-stop as if she had been waiting for this day. When she couldn’t make a heart with her arms because her head was too big, she made a heart with her hands and even spun around in a circle.

“Our Aori Apple! What is this!”

The MC bounced up and down with Aori Apple. March Forsythia, who sighed, took off his mask and revealed his identity.

“March Forsythia is-!”

The panelists pretended to be shocked with all their might, stood up from their seats, and held their foreheads saying it was unbelievable, but everyone had actually expected it.

“Romantic sensibility balladeer!”

Cream Yellow Mouse’s prediction hit the mark. He was a singer who was quite famous in the 2000s.

He expressed regret at being eliminated despite properly capturing that era’s sensibility.

‘But who really is it?’

It was a moment when curiosity about Aori Apple grew even more.

* * *

“As expected of JC.”

The main PD of ‘Masked King’ admired the song selection. The intention was clearly to show vocal ability in the first and second rounds, then cleanly hit and run.

“Finishing with a relaxing song.”

“This way, it really just ends as promotion.”

Aori Apple chose a gentle folk song for the final stage against Cream Yellow Mouse, who had won three consecutive times. It was a song that was popular in the 80s.

The breezy, cool

Chestnut tree path

I want to walk with you

Since it was a song anyone could sing easily, audience members who knew the lyrics were singing along.

Aori Apple raised one hand and waved it left and right. Even the panelists were won over by the natural audience engagement.

The love I’ve always dreamed of

I want to share it with you

The camera director captured people laughing while singing along with Aori Apple within the frame.

Being shocked and moved by songs was a scene that had already been fully extracted earlier.

Aori Apple’s finale drew out emotions that could only be felt at live performances.

That was joy.

A bundle of freesias

You held in my arms

I wish they would never wither

Everyone waved their hands together while singing. The ‘Masked King’ PD was amazed by this cunning scene.

“Can’t beat these broadcasting people. Really.”

From the song selection, there must have been faith in Han Yeoreum to create it like this.

90s rock, 00s ballad, and finally 80s folk song.

Songs were used as the most efficient device to make everyone recall their respective youth.

Like the spectacular trailer for ‘Disqualified Youth!’

* * *

I stood next to the king Cream Yellow Mouse, pretending to be nervous.

“Wow, is the king changing today?”

As if. Cream Yellow Mouse really gritted his teeth and struggled to defend his king position. He even managed to handle a hit song by a three-member mixed group all by himself.

I also earnestly appreciated Cream Yellow Mouse’s song while putting my hands together to cover my mouth in reaction. This would definitely look cute on air too.

‘And I can’t become the Masked King!’

If that happened, all the drama filming would be delayed. So I deliberately ended with a song that would leave a faint impression.

‘I already packed all the impact into the first round.’

But I placed both hands on my chest as if I was really looking forward to it.

‘Everyone please find me adorable…’

I could see the audience beyond the mask laughing. Good. Success.

“Cream Yellow Mouse or Aori Apple,”

The MC’s final shout that heightened the tension echoed through the set.

“Today’s winner is…!”

The panelists and audience all looked at the screen behind me.

“Congratulations! Cream Yellow Mouse!”

Pop-!

Golden confetti burst forth. Fluttering and sparkling paper drifted down gracefully. I applauded Cream Yellow Mouse who had claimed their fourth victory.

After Cream Yellow Mouse’s victory speech ended.

“Now then, Aori Apple!”

The moment everyone was waiting for had arrived.

“Remove your mask!”

I brought my hesitant hand to the edge of my mask.

“Please take it off!”

And I lifted off the heavy and stuffy mask.

The moment I shook out my sweaty hair, arranged it, and looked forward.

I immediately understood why people were so passionate about this program.

“The nation’s first love! It was actress Han Yeoreum!”

Pleasant shock, welcoming gazes, delightful amazement. All of it was hotly mixed and directed toward me.

Cheers erupted that seemed like they would burst my eardrums.

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“Why is she coming out of there…?”

This was the filming set of ‘Disqualified Youth!’. Chu Gaeul, who was having dinner, was in shock due to Han Yeoreum removing her mask and revealing herself.

“Wow! So Seo Iden wasn’t the only one who went!”

So Dami sitting across from her also hadn’t noticed. The staff members also watched Han Yeoreum enthusiastically introducing ‘Disqualified Youth!’.

“Ahhhhh! It’s all spilling!”

Seo Eden was silently spitting out orange juice with a dazed expression. People around her hurriedly pulled out wet wipes and offered them.

The area around Seo Eden’s lips became sweet.

“Iden, you didn’t know either?”

“I didn’t know! Cough…! I was eliminated and came out!”

Even Seo Eden’s reaction showed she truly hadn’t imagined it. Flustered and coughing, even Seo Eden’s nose bridge became sweet. She became like a human diffuser carrying an orange scent.

“Director, you knew, right?”

“I couldn’t not know… Hehe.”

So Yesol laughed quietly with her usual listless voice.

“The ‘Masked King’ production team kept stubbornly insisting only one person could go, so I was the one who held the Center Director’s hand and tattled to JC…”

A faint resentment was embedded in So Yesol’s laughter.

The tense tug-of-war between the Drama Department and Variety Department was won by the Drama Department backed by capital power.

“These days the Variety Department is really… Gam Dajung too, they keep getting annoyed asking if we’re their drama promotion platform…”

So Yesol’s gentle eyes as she removed her glasses to clean them were particularly cold today.

“Those fucking family members eating from the same pot were being so damn annoying… So I said we’d use Jegal Rok’s name a bit, and if there were problems with the first episode ratings, I’d kill them all…”

So Yesol put her clean glasses back on and laughed as if it was nothing.

“Well… it became easy to send two people out… Hehehe…”

The backbone of MBS’s youngest debuting director was felt once again.

Han Yeoreum on screen bowed 90 degrees, saying she would meet everyone with an even better appearance in ‘Disqualified Youth!’.

“The promotion worked properly, so either way it turned out well…”

So Yesol smiled contentedly. The staff members who had been frozen for a moment also laughed together. Han Yeoreum, who had removed her apple mask, was also briefly singing her final song with a sparkling smile.

But Chu Gaeul couldn’t smile.

‘I also…’

The emotion that Chu Gaeul always carried in her heart blazed hotly.

‘Want to receive attention…!’

She wanted to become the main character of a work like Han Yeoreum. She wanted to confidently do her part in front of the staff members. She wanted to create an atmosphere that would change the moment Chu Gaeul set foot on set.

And that moment came sooner than expected.

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