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‘okay guys, remember to stay calm when you go inside, don’t worry’ the teacher said to all the boys

‘I don’t feel ready, I’m dying!!!!’ Seokmin said standing up for stretching his body ‘how do you stay so calm Jihoon??’

‘because I’m not inside yet’ the Busan boy said reading again the lyrics in his phone

‘agh… are you finally telling me what are you going to sing?’

‘if I get the scholarship I will’

‘of course you’re going to, know tell me!’

‘no’

‘number 1122’ a woman said opening the door

‘me!’ Jihoon stood up and started to feel his stomach against him ‘see you’

‘good luck!!’ and then he followed the woman

‘okay, Lee Jihoon, go up there, and look at the camera, not at the teachers, then if they want they were going to ask you things, or just let you sing’ the woman said walking through a corridor ‘good luck’

He looked at the place, it was like a Japanese auditor/gym it was clean and with a stage, in front of it, were a table with two other persons, a woman and a man, both of them looking like actual idols, he stood in the middle of the stage, there was a piano and a microphone

‘Lee Jihoon, from Busan, right?’ the woman said looking at some papers

‘yes’

‘right, if you’re ready, let’s start’ she said

Jihoon sat down, started to play the piano and then, singing

‘Why do birds suddenly appear

every time you are near?

Just like me, they long to be

Close to you (…)’

After finishing singing, he felt exhausted, it was a good perform, because he notices how the two of the teachers were writing something frenetically, not looking at him

‘alright, come here Jihoon’ she said not looking at him

‘yes ma’am’ he said getting down of the stage and while walking at the table he saw the woman that was on the door giving him a thumb up

‘right’ she said finishing writing something and then finally looking at him ‘here, fill all the blank fields properly, there is the date when you need to bring