The early morning sun cast a golden glow over the bustling city as the girl stepped off the subway, clutching her small duffle bag tightly. The streets were already alive with activity, but her focus was solely on the tall building ahead, its façade adorned with the logo of one of the biggest K-pop entertainment companies. Today was the day of the open auditions, and she could feel a mix of excitement and nerves bubbling inside her.

She took a deep breath, her heart pounding as she joined the throngs of hopefuls lined up outside the building. The air buzzed with a blend of anticipation and anxiety, the chatter of aspiring idols mingling with the occasional hum of a practiced melody or the rhythm of dance steps rehearsed under breath.

The young girl found a spot in line and began stretching, trying to shake off her nerves. She looked around, noticing the variety of talents around her—some were quietly singing scales, others practicing intricate dance moves. She felt a pang of intimidation but quickly reminded herself of the countless hours she had spent preparing for this moment.

After what felt like an eternity, the doors finally opened, and the line began to move. Her stomach fluttered as she stepped inside, the cool air conditioning a stark contrast to the warmth outside. She checked in at the registration desk, receiving a number to pin to her shirt, and followed the signs to a large waiting area filled with other auditionees.

She found a seat in the corner, away from the main throng, and pulled out her phone to go over her audition piece one last time. Her song choice was a powerful ballad, one that showcased her vocal range and emotional depth. She had practiced it countless times, but now, with the reality of the audition setting in, she couldn't help but feel a wave of doubt.

"Hey," a voice interrupted her thoughts. she looked up to see a girl about her age, her expression friendly. "Is this your first audition too?"

She smiled nervously, nodding her head. "Yes it is. You?

The girl smiled back. " Yeah metoo. Nice to meet you. I'm so nervous I can barely think straight."

She laughed, feeling a bit of her anxiety ease. "Same here. But we've got this, right?"

As the strangers number was called, she gave the girl a quick hug. "Good luck. I hope we both make it."

"Good luck, to you too. Knock 'em dead."

Her heart was pounding harder with each passing minute. She tried to calm herself by going through her breathing exercises, her mind focused on the song she was about to perform.

Finally, her number was called. she stood up, her legs feeling like jelly, but she took a deep breath and walked with purpose to the audition room. Inside, a panel of judges sat behind a long table, their expressions neutral but attentive. A single microphone stood in the center of the room, under a bright spotlight.

"Number 42, Enami Aeri," one of the judges announced. "You may begin when you're ready."

Aeri stepped up to the microphone, her hands trembling slightly. She closed her eyes for a moment, grounding herself, then opened them and began to sing. The first notes came out soft but steady, and as she continued, her confidence grew. Her voice soared through the room, filled with emotion and strength, the ballad's lyrics resonating deeply.

When she finished, there was a moment of silence before the judges nodded and made notes. "Thank you, Aeri," the head judge said. "We'll announce the results later today."