"Wow, today's championship round is really tough."
MC Song Byeong-soo, the host of Masked Singer, joked as he spoke, and the panelists imdiately responded. After years of hosting the show, they had beco experts at reacting to monts like this.
"I’m rooting for Gray Crow. It’s been almost half a year since a Hall of Fa-worthy champion erged. We’re due for one now."
"Ah, but Manlap Rabbit's skill isn’t sothing to ignore either, so it’s hard to say for sure."
Though the show was being set up to appear as if it could go either way, most people were already betting on Gray Crow to win. Manlap Rabbit’s performances, while solid, had followed a consistent emotional tone, mostly avoiding songs that required intricate vocal techniques.
While that was enough to bring her this far, many thought it was starting to wear thin. Unless Manlap Rabbit introduced so kind of change in the finals, Gray Crow would likely take the victory.
'If this were a live broadcast, I’d be really curious about the real-ti reactions,' thought Song Byeong-soo as he watched the two contestants on stage. Online communities also favored Gray Crow, but there were still so who backed Manlap Rabbit.
"Now, let’s welco our challenger for the throne, Manlap Rabbit! Her singing skills are maxed out! Let’s see what song she’s prepared for us today!"
With those words, Song Byeong-soo handed the microphone to Manlap Rabbit, also known as Seoyeon.
‘Please don’t hype up too much,’ Seoyeon thought sincerely. Honestly, she hadn’t expected to make it all the way to the finals.
While she had put effort into rearranging the song…
‘No, I can’t let those thoughts get to .’
After all, she had made it to the finals. As she looked into the audience, she saw her mom and Soo-yeon clapping enthusiastically. Her dad, sitting beside them, was yawning, but she knew he was rooting for her as well. Despite his own struggles, he was hiding his worries just like she was.
But as the intro of her song began to play, the audience’s reactions shifted. It was a song unfamiliar to most of them.
Or maybe it wasn’t the song itself—just the arrangent was hard to recognize at first.
Their surprise ca from sothing else entirely.
'A cartoon song?' 'Whoa, really, in the finals?'
Seoyeon had chosen a nostalgic song—a the from a Korean animated series, back when it was common to insert original soundtracks into imported ani. This particular song had been famous in its ti, and while the audience would have recognized it, they probably didn’t expect to hear it in the finals of a singing competition.
Song Byeong-soo himself was taken aback. Sure, there had been rearranged ani thes before, but to bring one to the final round was unexpected—especially since Manlap Rabbit had stuck mostly to emotional ballads up until now.
The song Seoyeon had chosen, arranged by Yeoreum So-nyeo (Sumr Girl), was titled Silence. Originally, it was a song by a famous Korean rocker, used in an ani about guns.
‘It was definitely sothing with guns,’ Song Byeong-soo thought.
However, it wasn’t a rock song in its core. It had a rare, emotional depth that belied its original context. If you just listened to the lody, you wouldn’t guess it was an ani the. Of course, Seoyeon hadn’t seen the ani, and her only connection to the song was through Soo-ah.
As Seoyeon raised the microphone to her lips, she glanced at Soo-ah in the audience. Soo-ah and Yeon-bin’s eyes were wide with surprise. They hadn’t expected Seoyeon to choose this song.
Seeing their reactions, the tension that had filled Seoyeon’s chest began to fade.
"Back then, Mom was in a ga club," Soo-ah had explained when talking about the song. The club had consisted of three mbers.
"Your mom’s friend, and another guy who sohow ended up joining."
Originally, there had been more mbers, but as Soo-ah’s friend beca more serious about ga developnt, the others dropped out.
"That was when I t your dad."
Soo-ah had told Seoyeon about how they t over a mix-up with the song—her mom had been talking about the original version, but Yeon-bin had only known the Korean rearrangent. It had been an embarrassing mont.
"And so, that song beca the reason your dad joined the club."
That song had led to Soo-ah and Yeon-bin’s first real connection. It was a small thing, but significant.
As Seoyeon sang, her mind filled with those mories—mories of her parents’ beginning, and the dream that had started from that song.
Her clear voice echoed through the hall, filling it with emotion. The audience was captivated, drawn into the rich sentint behind each note.
'Did I... do well?'
Song Byeong-soo swallowed nervously. Manlap Rabbit had always been a good singer—good enough to make it to the finals. But part of him had thought she’d made it here because her previous opponents had been weaker.
He had assud she had just lucked her way to the finals. But now? Now, he wasn’t sure. The audience was listening, spellbound by her performance. There was no showy technique, no dazzling vocal tricks—just pure, emotional imrsion into the song.
When Seoyeon finally lowered the microphone and her song ca to an end, the stage fell into silence.
But only for a mont.
"And that was Manlap Rabbit’s performance!"
Song Byeong-soo’s shout broke the stillness, followed by a roar of applause from the audience. Cheers and clapping filled the air.
"That was amazing!!"
Among the voices shouting, Seoyeon distinctly heard the words. She glanced over at Soo-ah, wiping away tears, and Yeon-bin, who clapped and shouted that it was the best performance. Seoyeon smiled beneath her mask.
Even though the road to this mont had been filled with uncertainty, being able to express herself through song like this didn’t feel so bad after all.
But there was soone else, watching from the shadows, who wasn’t quite so happy.
"This song… It’s the song that brought my parents together."
After the performance, Manlap Rabbit spoke through a voice modulator. Hearing those words, Gray Crow tilted her head slightly.
‘Oh, I know. I know that song.’
How could she not? Sitting in the audience, Yeon-hee’s manager, Ah-ram, gave her a sympathetic look—the kind of look you give to soone who’s holding onto an old regret.
Yeon-hee could feel it. Ah-ram knew a bit about her past, and that gaze spoke volus.
'This song is a mory for her parents.' 'Yeah.' 'Doesn’t that an you’re part of that mory too, unnie?' '...I guess.'
Ah-ram’s eyes seed to say, You’ve beco a part of history. Yeon-hee didn’t say anything, but she could sense it.
'Does she know who I am?'
Yeon-hee watched as Seoyeon, her voice modulated, briefly spoke to the audience. Yet even from a distance, Yeon-hee could sense that Seoyeon was carrying her own burdens.
‘What’s she struggling with so much?’ Yeon-hee wondered. Then again, she rembered what it was like to be young and full of doubt.
‘But we all have our worries,’ Yeon-hee thought, turning her gaze toward the audience. She could hear Yeon-bin shouting sothing, probably cheering Seoyeon on with his usual enthusiasm.
For so, it was a joyful scene, but Yeon-hee knew better. She had overheard enough of their earlier conversations to know that behind the smiles, there were deeper concerns.
‘How amusing.’
In truth, Yeon-hee had never seen this side of Yeon-bin before. He had always been the type to charge headfirst into things, no matter how difficult. When had he started hesitating like this?
‘Ti changes everything,’ she mused. Yeon-bin and Soo-ah were no longer the sa as they had been, even if Yeon-hee still felt like the sa person she had always been.
Did that make her sad? Hardly.
"Wow, that was a beautiful story. A song filled with your parents’ mories. I don’t think even Gray Crow will find it easy to beat that!" Song Byeong-soo said, turning toward Yeon-hee.
His expression seed to say that no matter how good she was, this ti the challenge would be tough.
Of course, Song Byeong-soo was too experienced a host to show outright favoritism, but the sentint was there.
"And now, it’s ti for the final showdown! Do you think you can take on the strong challenger, Manlap Rabbit, and win the crown?"
Handing her the microphone, he waited for her response. Yeon-hee smirked under her mask. Seoyeon had indeed perford well, perfectly showcasing her strengths. Even Yeon-hee couldn’t help but applaud her.
But still… she had no intention of losing.
"My mories will win."
At least, not today.
As she spoke, Yeon-hee signaled to the band, and the sound of an electric guitar filled the room. The band began to play.
‘…!!’
Descending the stage, Seoyeon turned around, imdiately recognizing the song. It was one she had heard recently.
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