June's eyes widened in horror. He knew that Haruto had an underlying motive for coming here. Now, he knew that it was because of this.
He sighed and shook his head, massaging his temples.
"I see soone right there!" the lead vocalist of the band exclaid. Haruto chuckled in amusent. People imdiately turned their heads, eyes landing on Marcus, then on June. "Oh, there they are!" the guitarist smiled. "Damn, man. You have a killer body. Do you want to sing?"
Marcus glanced at June before shaking his head. Then, he held onto June's wrist.
June clicked his tongue.
"What are you doing?" he muttered through gritted teeth.
"Apologies, June," Marcus said. "I'm just following through with what Haruto wants."
With that, he raised June's arm with brute force. "My friend right here wants to sing." "Another handso man!" the guitarist exclaid.
The lead vocalist shook his head. "How can you even tell? He's wearing a mask!"
"I just can feel it," the guitarist said.
anwhile, the people started murmuring as they continued to look at them. At first, June was worried that the crowd would instantly recognize him in his get-up. He was wearing a suit, with his hair covering most of his eyes and a mask over his face. He was also wearing clear glasses that made him look like an office worker.
However, as he heard the content of their conversations, he realized that they didn't recognize him at all.
"Where do such handso workers work?"
"Why is it that we don't have people as such in our office?"
"Sing! Sing!"
A person initiated to chant, and the others quickly followed. Before he knew it, the chant had grown too loud, capturing the attention of other bystanders. They, too, began to join the already big circle.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" the lead vocalist exclaid. "Co up here and take the mic!"
June bit his lip under the mask and hesitated; however, with Marcus' strong push, he had no choice but to take the spotlight.
As he got to where the band was, he pulled his mask even higher, not wanting to be recognized by anyone.
"I told you he was handso!" the guitarist exclaid as they looked at June.
The lead vocalist nodded in approval.
"I see that," he said. "Do you want to take off your mask for our audience?"
June abruptly shook his head.
"Oh," the vocalist chuckled. "I see that we picked soone shy tonight. Then, can you give us your na?"
Once again, June shook his head, leaving the band perplexed.
"Well, we have an anonymous singer for today. Why don't we call him 'Ideal Office Guy?' I'm assuming you just got off of work, right?"
June nodded.
"Alright, Ideal Office Guy, it is! We have him here with us, our 32nd guest ever since starting this show."
June's eyebrows furrowed. Show?
Then, he saw the cara at the side; then, it all clicked for him.
These guys were 'The Buskerz.'
They were a relatively old band but new to the fa scene. They traveled the world, mainly in Korea, to busk in different cities. They'd even made an appearance on the Allen Degenerative Show, performing in front of millions of viewers. And now, here they were.
June was chosen for their popular segnt, 'Bystander Buskers,' where they invited soone from the crowd to sing in front of their audience. If June wasn't mistaken, they also held livestreams of their busking sessions, so so people would be watching the events live as of the mont.
- Ideal Office Guy is hot!
- Yeah, he gives off a 'nerdy' colleague that's very proficient at work but would not take shit from anybody!
- We've got our Korean boy of the month!
- Ah, I stumbled upon this livestream due to my loneliness about June's situation. Please comfort , 'Ideal Office Guy!'
The crowd started chanting, "Ideal Office Guy."
"Ideal Office Guy!"
"Ideal Office Guy!"
June swallowed hard as he listened to their chants. It was only then that he felt the pressure of the situation. He had always sung as 'June,' and that was why people loved him. He did feel like he had gotten more comfortable with performing; however, maybe that was associated
with his na.
People loved his na, but June felt like maybe, just maybe, his talent wasn't the reason why he got to where he was-that it wasn't the reason why he beca so popular.
However, standing before the crowd, he finally had the chance.
He wanted to show himself to the world not as June but as Chen Jun Hao, the guy who liked singing but had to give up his dreams due to the reality of life.
"What song do you want to sing?"
Just then, he snapped back to reality when he heard the guitarist talking to him.
"Hmm?"
"The song," the guitarist chuckled. "They're waiting, man. They want to hear you sing."
June hesitated. He could feel the crowd's anticipation pressing in on him from all sides. His mind raced, flipping through every song he could think of, searching for sothing, anything, that might suit this mont. Then, out of nowhere, one song popped into his head.
"Weed," he said.
The band mber blinked, then raised an eyebrow, impressed. "'Weed' by Hyoshu? That's a tough one. You sure about that?"
"Yeah. I'm sure."
The guitarist shrugged. "Alright, man. Whatever you want. We can play that for you."
Then, he turned to his bandmates before relaying the information. As expected, the others glanced at June like he had also lost his mind.
"Is he sure?" the bassist asked.
The guitarist nodded. With that, the rest accepted June's choice. They were still pretty hesitant. These could only go two ways-very good or very bad. Weed was one of the toughest songs to sing in these kinds of settings. It was usually the song that singers sang in contests or
by drunk people when they wanted to de-stress.
The lead vocalist gave June the microphone. "Good luck," he said.
"Let's give it up for 'Ideal Office Guy!""
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