Chapter 11.8 - Act 11: Slowly 8 (2/2)

“Haigu. Yes, judging from her actions, what you said must be right, 100%. You dense fool.”

“…”

For some reason, I felt more offended by the fact that I was hearing this from teacher Kwak Jungsoo.

“What about you. How’s it going recently with Miss Hong Yoojin?”

“…Why are you talking about teacher Hong Yoojin all of a sudden?”

“Do you seriously not have a clue?”

“Un?”

Seeing the dumb expression resembling a bear on his face, I shook my head.

I hope he gets married this time.

*

In the end, Song Mirae was chosen for the female protagonist role.

Since Han Dasom had received an overwhelming number of votes in the first vote, I thought she might be picked, but perhaps due to the recommendation of the club president and teacher, Song Mirae received more votes.

Thus, Song Mirae and I were chosen as protagonists and next week, we would decide on what musical to do and earnestly start practising. The issue was that the teacher had difficulty choosing a play due to the still lacking number of members.

Maybe I should bring someone random in.

‘Well, some way or another it would work out.’

I shrugged my shoulders before sensing a vibration in my pocket, thus taking my phone out.

[Korean Music Herald Concour]

– High school Male Opera section awards

Hmm… so the results for this one also came out huh.

Scrolling down the screen, I found my name.

[First Place]

– Future Performing Arts High School Freshman Jo Yunjae.

And in the female opera department, Han Dasom came first. Since this concour was a small one similar to that previous one, it was a natural turn of events. It was a little concour which those with skills did not enter.

‘But it does have prize money and since I can add one more line to my CV, I should try my best.’

I was moving the awardee list to my portfolio folder when Noh Jusup from the side started complaining.

“Ah seriously, the principal’s always late. If you’re going to be late like this, then don’t make us gather so early…”

After glancing at him, who was letting out a passionate speech about how having the practice session later on would be a benefit for everyone, I looked around and gazed at the surroundings.

A large auditorium, in which first and second grade students of the music department had gathered for the Subscription Concert practice and formed groups while chatting by themselves.

There were those that laughed and chatted noisily, while there were also some annoyed students like Noh Jusup. In the mix, there were also students like me who stood blankly doing nothing.

Since the principal who was the conductor hadn’t arrived yet, they were all wasting their time in their own way.

With my eyes facing them, I shrugged my shoulders and opened my mouth.

“If we have the practice session later, wouldn’t he be still late by that much more?”

“Haa…”

I turned away from him, who was shaking his head with a sigh, and glanced at what the other kids were doing.

First, Jun Shihyuk and Kim Wuju. They had their eyes shut while standing still, perhaps undergoing self-mind-control. Because they didn’t get the main vocal position in the last practice session, they must be practising diligently in order to take the spot away from me.

‘…Can I keep it?’

Last time, I won due to small tricks but it seemed extremely challenging for me to keep this place until the concert.

After a light click of my tongue, I then turned my head to look at the girls – Han Dasom and Lee Suh-ah. With an oddly nervous mood, I looked at where they were at but unexpectedly, I found the two of them sharing a conversation whilst smiling.

“…there’s a pasta restaurant…”

“…I went there with Mirae…”

Perking my ears and listening to their conversation, I scratched my hair and tilted my head.

Hmm… last time, Han Dasom was apologetic to the point of crying that she took Lee Suh-ah’s spot but as I thought, taking her around various concours must have had some sort of an effect.

After repeatedly winning against other kids, she must have realised that that was how competition was in its essence.

‘Thank goodness.’

I watched the positive atmosphere around them with a warm heart before stealthily carrying my feet. When I was close enough, Lee Suh-ah quickly noticed and raised one of her eyebrows.

“Why are you here?”

So bad-tempered.

After returning a wave to Han Dasom, who was waving her hand with a bright smile, I opened my mouth.

“Nothing. I was just bored. Did you practise a lot? The principal talked about how he would immediately change and use the better candidate even during practices.”

“Of course.”

Seeing Lee Suh-ah who was still confident, I nodded my head.

Right. Last time, Han Dasom won because she and I got together as a team but once Lee Suh-ah gets used to mics and the song, the gap between herself and Han Dasom will gradually decrease.

And at a certain point, she might surpass Han Dasom, since she was just that great. Who would be the final winner? I was glancing at the two of them in curiosity but as a sudden flash of thought popped up in my head, I threw a question out.

“Hey, how’s your society these days?”

“Society?”

Lee Suh-ah made a frown but soon seemed to understand what I was talking about as it eased out.

“Ah, the Musical Club? We’re preparing for the festival as well and recently we decided on what musical to do as well.”

Hmm… already huh.

Probably because they have a more systematic plan than us, their progress was slightly faster than ours. After stealing a glance at her, I dug for more information.

“So who are the chosen main actors?”

“Who knows. Most likely one of the second grade sunbaes. Kim Wuju and I will be one of the supporting roles.”

“Hmm…”

As expected, it seems that a first grade would be pushed aside no matter how good their singing was. Caressing my chin, I stealthily gave her the offer which I always threw at her.

“Hey but no matter what, isn’t it better to have more part than being a simple supporting role? Coincidentally enough, there’s an empty spot in our society…”

“…”

Staring at me with a strange light in her eyes, Lee Suh-ah opened her mouth.