Chapter 005 Today's Red High Temperature Warning

Lu Wei, who hadn't thought it through but finally came to her senses, began her short idol journey.

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All the chatter and arguing goes in one ear and out the other.

Sing, sing, dance, dance, if I don’t do the border, who will?

New songs are divided into parts, but love is not.

At the end of the dance, stand as long as you like.

From recording the demo to shooting the MV, Lu Wei played the role of a "human" from beginning to end.

It would be even better if there was a piece of black cloth that could cover her from head to toe, creating a feeling of both existing and not existing.

Under the influence of this mentality, the contrast between her and everyone else became increasingly stark.

With his comeback imminent, Lu Wei showed no signs of anxiety or nervousness. How could this be? The more Jin Nayan thought about it, the more strange it seemed. Lu Wei couldn't be so confident in his new album that he thought it would be a huge hit, could he?

Lu Wei dared to think about this, but no one dared to listen to it.

As for being discouraged and giving up, no one thought about it. After all, Lu Wei completed all the necessary exercises and did not show any negative emotions during the process. His mentality was so calm that even the group of people who found fault with him were turned off.

Jin Nayan wanted to talk to Lu Wei, but when she saw her calm expression, she couldn't open her mouth.

After thinking it over for a while, I decided to give up. If there's a chance for another comeback and the group still has hope, then we'll see.

After waiting and waiting, the day of goodbye, oh no, cross it out and start over, the day of return finally arrived. With the idea of broadening his horizons, Lu Wei piqued a lot of interest.

On the day of the song recording, Lu Wei and others had their makeup done in the dressing room in advance, preparing to walk along the famous route to work.

After getting off the car, the clicking sounds of shutters and the dazzling flashes that Lu Wei had anticipated in his mind all disappeared when they arrived. Everyone felt as if they had been poured with ice water in the hottest days of summer, and their mood was chilled to the core.

The fans waiting here looked at each other's expressions.

"Who is this?"

"I don't know him."

"Newcomer? He looks okay."

"It doesn't look like that. It doesn't have that youthful feeling."

"Do you want to take two pictures?"

"No, it's a waste of memory. I'll have to delete it when I get back."

"Indeed, if it was going to be popular, it would have been popular a long time ago. There's no point in filming this kind of mediocre group. It's better to save some storage space and film other people."

Obviously, no one knows them, and the company cannot afford to hire someone to help.

Even so, the members swallowed their bitterness, smiled brightly, and greeted the crowd. As long as they could draw attention to them and their group, these awkward moments were nothing.

Seeing this, Lu Wei, who had no intention of causing trouble for the others at the last minute, softened his tense expression, curling his lips slightly in a polite smile while observing the height of the ladders on either side with interest. The video reflected reality, and it was a real eye-opener.

After finally finishing her commute to work, she thought she could relax a bit, but she underestimated the culture of seniority and juniority in Goryeo.

Ever since she entered the building, she has never straightened her back and has said "Hello" hundreds of times.

Who would have thought that a simple greeting to promote a song could be more frustrating than spending time in a practice room? She was so bent over and her head was lowered that she couldn't even see her beloved fan's face.

After the greetings were over and they returned to the lounge, Lu Wei's face was expressionless. Just as he was about to find a place to lie down, he caught sight of the makeup artist, powder puff in hand, poised to begin.

Doesn't the makeup I put on in the early hours of the morning mean it's not complete? Do I need to touch up?

Manager Cui Yajing folded her arms and looked around, then called out the member closest to the door, "Lu Wei, come first. Everyone else, change your clothes first."

Lu Wei nodded nonchalantly, moved her chair and sat down. It was strange, but she felt sleepy as soon as she started putting on makeup, and couldn't help but close her eyes and doze off.

When he came to his senses and focused his eyes, he saw the red face of Guan Gong in the mirror, and he was filled with regret.

She seemed to be silenced by Sun Bin's ultimate move and couldn't speak for a long time.

Lu Wei: What a sin!

This! You! Me! OMG!!!

This face, this blush, this full-coverage eyeliner.

Help her, she really wants to call the police.

Knowing that the camera eats up makeup, what's the point of applying blush all over your face? The contouring is even more exaggerated, as if you casually rubbed a layer of black ash on the ground and smeared it on your face. It's obviously not makeup modification, but a simplified version of a beard.

She must be living in the Cretaceous period and has no idea about the current fashion trends.

Before Lu Wei could think about it, the makeup artist raised her hand to finish the makeup and signaled for someone else to change: "Okay, next one."

Ah, this?

Lu Wei's expression instantly faltered, and his speech system, which had been shut down for over ten days, restarted: "Isn't it a bit too strong?"

Hearing the doubts, the makeup artist took a closer look and quickly responded: "It's nothing wrong. The stage lighting is very strong, so it's just right."

Manager Cui Yajing glanced at it and casually agreed, "That's good. Huimin, come here."

Seeing that no one else showed any unusual emotions, Lu Wei's heart was as cold as RT-Mart killing fish for ten years.

"Don't worry, the lights on the stage are very bright. Last time I did the contouring and blushing, I didn't put on so much, and my whole face looked flat and yellow. This time it looks just right." Seeing that Lu Wei didn't seem to be in a good mood, Jin Nayan gave an example.

Hearing this, Lu Wei wanted to say, "Really? I don't believe it." But seeing Jin Nayan's confident look, she had to believe it.

It is quite surprising that there has been no related news reports over the years.

No wonder idols post photos of themselves backstage at their music shows, all taken in front of a mirror. If they were in a dimly lit area, anyone who saw their makeup would think they'd switched to the weather channel and heard a localized high temperature warning.

Forget it, in the Internet age, as long as no video footage is left, no one will know that this is her dark history, so let's just believe the makeup artist.

Lu Wei gathered her composure and pulled out her last set of red and green stage costumes from her bag. Whether the clothes were ugly or not was debatable, but they were small.

The stylists' matching inspiration mostly comes from the BM style store that caused widespread complaints some time ago. If the designers want to save fabric for human civilization, they should just say it directly without being so roundabout.

The sizes are getting smaller and smaller, and it’s hard to tell without some malicious intentions.

After changing clothes and completing their makeup, everyone huddled in the small waiting room to wait. For the small and obscure group, there was no estimated waiting time, only an endless and long wait.

Lu Wei simply opened her phone and silently recited the required poems. She was still preparing to return to China to take the college entrance examination, and knowledge could not slip away from her precious head.

1, 2, 3, 4... hours passed, and when it was their turn to start recording, the team members yawned one after another, covering their mouths. Even iced American coffee couldn't stop the sleepiness.

Lu Wei's condition was quite good. After all, she was a human who had just escaped from the senior high school copy. She could easily handle the minor difficulties.

After handing their phones to their agents for safekeeping, everyone lined up and went to the waiting area.

There's not much to say about the stage, you can see the end at a glance, the stage setting is empty, the background LED screen looks like a PPT, and there are no fans cheering for them at all.

The first time I watched it, I just watched it for the novelty and excitement.

Even so, before going on stage for the recording, the agent still gave repeated instructions, as if this was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Children, behave well, pay attention to the camera, and manage your expressions carefully." Cui Yajing patted the shoulders of the team members one by one, trying to help everyone relieve stress.

The program team will not let them record many times. Only by not making mistakes can they avoid regrets in the future.

"Nayeon, is the makeup on my face okay?"

"Let me take a look...it's okay, don't worry."

"Is that the second chorus?"

In between performances, everyone kept adjusting themselves in order to achieve the best condition.

The return of the strong combination of heavy fog and car crashes is not what they need to worry about now. Currently, if they can have a little fame in the Korean entertainment industry, they have to go to their ancestral graves to see if their ancestors have blessed them.

If you think about it carefully, Lu Wei doesn't care at all about the status of these people except Kim Na-yeon who has been sending friendly signals.

But looking at the expressions of the people around me, I couldn't help but feel touched.

Everyone was just like her who had hoped to go home before. Even though they knew that the costumes and props were not good and the dances and songs had no highlights, they still kept the thought of "what if".

Under this kind of longing of becoming famous, becoming popular, and being seen, rationality is naturally exiled.

They may have debuted, but in reality, they're no different from regulars. A few songs scavenged from the market, clichéd dance moves, and a small, shoddy operation model have made up this ridiculous idol group.

No one would take it seriously except the group of girls around him.

A closer look reveals that not all idol groups are glamorous and glittering. In Goryeo, only those who are seen are called stars, and the rest are rubble and ashes.

Lu Wei actually had complicated feelings. She used to be one of those who pursued and admired the stars. All she saw was the brilliant starry sky, and she never had the chance to see the other side of the starry sky, the dark abyss that swallowed everything.

How can we let go of those unseen stones and return to normal life?

The cruel reality piled up layer by layer, and Qia Qia explained that this was a job with no hope and a bleak future.

Standing on the stage, framed in front of the camera, Lu Wei could not see anything through the black square machine. She had no way to convey her emotions through the screen.

That kind of god-level performance of "Because I know you are watching me, I will perform better so that you can see me" can never appear in her.

She didn't know how to love it, didn't know how to love the stage.

When the countdown "one-two-three-four" sounded in the headset, and the sound of the metronome mixed with the accompaniment, Lu Wei finally felt the reality.

The recording really started.

Spotlights shone on them and filming equipment moved towards them.

There was no time to think. Everyone danced to the accompaniment, sang the lyrics, moved around, and managed their expressions towards the close-up shots, as if they had practiced it a thousand times, wanting to present their best side.