[CONTENTID1] Chapter 2[/CONTENTID1] 

[CONTENTID2] Bulletproof[/CONTENTID2] 

[CONTENTID3] "Thank you, Saejin!" Yells the drunk bum. He downs the glass of ginger and shakes his head. "Where'd you wanna start?" He asks.

"I-I really don't know." I say. I have to be honest. I'm still baffled by the studio. It's so pro! I can't get it into my head that I've actually been accepted into a company!

"So can we hear your track?" He asks.

"Uh sure." I rummaged through by bag and pulled out a memory stick from out of my purse.

"Thanks." He plugged it in the computer and clicked play.

My hip hop beat danced around the room. I bounce my head to the rhythm and bite my lip in excitement. This is probably one of my best tracks, can't wait till we get some vocals on this.

My happiness is cut off when the track stops abruptly.

"You composed that?" He asks.

I nod.

"Great." He chuckled. "It's so... Hip hop... I really wasn't expecting that kinda beat. Really unique... and it's strong! I like it!" He compliments me.

"Thank you." I blush.

"But it could be a lot better." He adds in coldly. "Try a faster pace. Remember we produce idols. They have to dance to this as well."

"Yes..." I say.

"Okay. I'll leave you to it whilst I get some lunch down my throat. See you in an hour. I expect an improvement." He packs up his stuff and leaves me solo in the studio.

I grunt and let my