Recordings
Appearing on a popular variety show—
It carried far more weight than I'd imagined.
Television wasn't a relic of the past just yet.
It meant that, at any moment, my face could appear in someone's living room, without their choosing, simply because they pressed a few buttons on the remote.
I watched the video my manager had sent earlier.
[The legendary performance! Slim Gold Live (Feat. Friend)!! 500k views!!]
The video was an edited clip of the impromptu performance I did with Hyunsoo in the studio.
The views had already hit a million.
Even if it was an official broadcast station clip, that was absurdly high for how little time had passed.
It must've been the combination of Hyunsoo's rising fame and word of mouth.
"Who's the girl? Her voice is insane."
"What's with that gap-moe, unnie LOL."
"Wow, this is nuts."
Looking at the comments, there were quite a few about me.
Not just the singing parts—the video also included our earlier conversation.
Some were baffled by my Miro-style way of talking, but overall the reviews were positive.
"She talks absolute nonsense so casually, it's hilarious ㅠㅋㅋㅋ"
"Anyone know her Insta?"
Different from the tone of community boards, the compliments made me feel a little better.
Was this what they call "insider pick"?
This comment section was proof that I, Miro, had the potential to be a top choice spanning both niche and mainstream audiences.
Still… my feelings were complicated.
I was used to Miro trending online, but seeing Kim Soo-hyun gain attention like this felt strange.
Honestly, it looked like Soo-hyun was more in the spotlight than Miro.
That won't do.
Just then, my manager also sent me news along with the trending YouTube link.
The music video was finally finished.
Considering I'd recorded the vocals not long after coming home, it really had taken forever.
At least, they said the quality was good—that was some consolation.
If it had been both late and low-quality, TheSix's legal team wouldn't have let it slide.
Now autumn was nearly here… but we could still claim it was the tail end of summer.
Checking the group chat, I saw everyone had heard the news too—messages kept flooding in.
Anyway, I had to get ready to head out.
Last night, composer Kang Woohyun had called me over to record a new song.
Since moving, I'd been slowly recording bit by bit.
Of course, every time I went, I got beaten up with "feedback," but I was starting to get the hang of it.
When I stepped into the living room, Mrs. Jang was watching TV.
"Oh, our celebrity daughter. No stream last night?"
"No."
I hadn't streamed yesterday. I'd played Civ until morning, and then… just rested to fix my schedule.
"Good. You need rest. You sing so well, you know~"
"I'm heading out."
"Where to?"
"Work."
"You have work?"
"Not something you need to know, Mom."
I rushed out before the teasing could continue.
After being cooped up all weekend, Boksil had been running around the yard since the weekday began, but he clung to me persistently. I pried him off and left the house, heading to the subway for the composer's studio.
The studio was familiar by now.
I'd been in and out constantly for the Heaven-tier Project album and new song recordings.
I entered smoothly, punching in the door lock code.
He used to come out to greet me, but eventually got lazy and just gave me the code.
Inside, I saw composer Kang Woohyun at the table.
Across from him sat a tall, well-built young man… Who was he? A singer? An actor? An idol?
With someone as famous as this composer, it could be anyone big.
The problem was—I never watched TV, so I barely knew celebrities.
I'd probably score higher on naming Japanese manga characters than on naming Korean celebrities.
I went closer to greet them, and both men turned their eyes toward me.
"Hello."
"You're here, Soo-hyun."
"Yes, I am. But… this person is…?"
The man stood up to greet me.
Only then did I realize just how tall he was—easily 190 cm. Taller than even Maho.
"Nice to meet you. I'm actor Moon Changsik."
So he was a celebrity. But what was an actor doing here?
"Ah, yes. I'm Kim Soo-hyun."
As I introduced myself, I noticed a question mark forming on his face.
Ah—that's right, I'd only given my name.
But what was I supposed to say? Hello, I'm Kim Soo-hyun, Vtuber Miro from the Heaven-tier Project 1st Gen? Yeah, right.
So I just stood there quietly, and eventually the composer spoke up.
"She works with me."
"Oh! Then… a singer? Or a trainee?"
Could I really be called a singer?
As Kim Soo-hyun, I hadn't released any official songs yet.
But I wasn't a trainee either…
"Uh, no. Just a normal person."
Yes, just an ordinary person. Without Miro, there wasn't much else to call myself.
Well, unless you counted "unemployed" or "housebound security guard," but I couldn't exactly say that.
"I… see?"
At that, actor Moon Changsik's expression became oddly complicated.
Well, what was he going to do with that face?
Don't actors control all their expressions anyway?
Was that his genuine reaction, or just performance?
Whatever the case, it didn't concern me.
"Hm. Soo-hyun."
At that moment, the composer glanced between me and Moon Changsik, then spoke casually.
"It might be sudden, but would it be alright if this friend watched us work today?"
"Huh?"
"Actually, he came to me for help because of a role he's taken on."
"A role?"
Watching us work—what did that mean? Before I could ask, Moon Changsik answered.
"I'm filming a movie right now… ah, please don't tell anyone."
"Sure, I won't."
Not that I cared much.
It had been a while since I last watched a Korean film anyway.
"My role this time is a young genius composer. So I came to the most brilliant composer I know for guidance."
Ah, so that's what this was about.
But wouldn't it be a problem if the new song got exposed?
Well, if it weren't okay, they wouldn't have brought him here.
"Fine. But on one condition—go easy on me today."
"Hm, alright."
Perfect. Maybe I could leave an hour early.
Feeling relieved, I headed into the recording booth.
I dropped my bag and jacket onto the sofa, then stepped inside the booth.
At this point, even this place felt cozy.
"Let's get started right away."
"No need to warm up your voice?"
I scoffed at the composer's question.
"I warmed up on the way. Not like this is my first time here."
Instead of replying, he played the familiar melody of the new song.
I'd been practicing at home too, so I wouldn't be beaten down as badly as last time.
"Ah—ah!"
With determination, I poured everything into each word of the lyrics.
Not bad, right? This should be satisfying.
Even as I was singing, I thought it was going well.
But then—
Click.
The track cut off about a minute in.
"Good vibe, but you rode the flow too much in the middle. You need to cut off at the right point, not drag it out."
"Okay. Nobody nails it on the first take. Let's go again quickly."
"Alright, cue."
And again I sang—
Click.
"When you carried that note just now—"
"Maybe because I just woke up? Let's go again."
Click.
"Try slurring the pronunciation a little more—"
"My tongue's a bit stiff, I'll drink some water and go again."
Click.
"High notes giving you trouble?"
"No, it's just… having someone watch me makes me nervous."
"Huh?"
"Ah, no, forget it. Let's go again."
And so it continued until nearly lunchtime, when I was finally released.
"Ugh, you said you'd go easy on me today."
I slumped onto the sofa, wondering what to eat for lunch.
"Haha, the more I push you, the better the sound gets. How could I stop?"
He delivered the line with his usual dry laugh, as if that excused it.
Could a family man really say something so menacing?
"Wow, if someone heard that just now, you'd be in serious trouble."
I shook my head, but he just shrugged.
"I look like this, but I've never once been caught up in a controversy."
"What about plagiarism accusations?"
"Without those, you're not really in the game."
So there had been some. Well, these days people fight over anything.
"Anyway, what do you want for lunch?"
"I don't mind anything. What about you, Mr. Actor?"
I turned to Moon Changsik, who had been sitting blankly. He blinked once, then smiled.
"This is good."
"Excuse me?"
"Is this what the relationship between composer and singer is like? Stricter, but also lighter than I expected."
…What the heck? I asked about lunch, not a philosophy lesson.
"Is it always like this?"
"I don't know what like this means, but yeah, pretty much."
"Good… this feels very good."
What? He said that, then drifted off into his own world.
Baffled, I glanced at the composer, who just handed me his phone.
"Pick something from the delivery app."
Apparently the actor was having some kind of "artistic inspiration" moment.
Sigh. Guess I'd be choosing lunch.
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