People can roughly be divided into two categories.
One type of people is lucky, the other type is not so lucky.
Liu Zhimin feels that she is very lucky now.
She actually got a seat in the audience for the first performance of that talent show.
Looking at the lottery notice that popped up on the top of her phone, Yoo Jimin couldn't believe it for a while. The comments below that complained that there were too few audience seats and even suspected that the lottery was fraudulent, formed a sharp contrast with the notice above. contrast.
In this way, the happiness brought by luck in Liu Zhimin's heart became even stronger.
Almost at the same time, she shared the good news in a chat group composed of female S&M trainees.
"Qiang Qiang~ Come and see what I drew?"
"picture"
After Liu Zhimin finished sending the message, he rested his head on the sofa, waiting for everyone in the group to reply.
Today is a rare day off.
"Mo? Why did Oni secretly smoke this? Why didn't you call me!!"
"Huh? Performance stage? What is that?"
"Hey, Jimin, I also drew this, but I lost, what's wrong with you!!!"
Because it was a holiday, everyone responded very quickly. Yoo Jimin couldn't help but smile happily when he saw the screenshot of his election which really aroused everyone's discussion.
"Minhyang, you have to be an adult to smoke this. This is the stage of "303", so I feel very magical that I can smoke it!"
After chatting in the group for a while, Yoo Jimin went back to check the performance time and location, and then she began to think about what she would wear then, and how to plan her travel route.
In short, watching the stage this time was like a spring outing, which brought an unprecedented sense of freshness to Ryu Jimin.
"I hope I won't be too disappointed then," she thought.
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The interior space of a large studio in the suburbs of Seoul has once again undergone a major transformation.
This time, the entire center of the stage was dismantled more completely. Instead of having four sides, one side faced the audience alone.
Secondly, many empty spaces in the corners were transformed into passageways, and over the audience seats, there were secret seats connected together.
Everything indicates that a new story chapter will begin in the studio.
Outside the studio, several buses slowly approached.
Pei Yourong got out of the car and entered the renovated studio.
Although it is not as large as the large stage in Incheon, as a temporary construction product, the mini stage in front of us is still eye-catching.
Small but complete.
Following the flow of people, Pei Yourong walked into the studio little by little. In this place that she was familiar with, the whole picture of the production team's hard work in the past few days was being revealed to her little by little.
Rather than the stage, Pei Yourong cared more about the rows of seats in front of the long line of trainees.
After today's rehearsal, the performance will begin tomorrow.
Compared with the last song selection group, the tension brought by this session is next level.
After all, the previous evaluation and voting were conducted internally among the instructors or trainees, but tomorrow, their life and death will be decided by the "living" local Korean audience.
"Unnie, aren't you nervous?"
"Ah, a little bit."
"But you can't see it at all."
Zhang Yuanying held Pei Yourong's hand tightly. Perhaps because of the duel tomorrow, all the trainees tacitly hugged the group according to the group and walked together. There was silence between the groups. There were not many among them. The sound of chatting came.
There was quite a bit of conversation within the group.
"One of the secrets of being a good idol is excellent acting skills." Pei Yourong tilted his head and spoke to Zhang Yuanying half-jokingly and half-seriously.
In addition to the decisive method, there is another big difference between this competition and the previous sessions.
In order to make each group more like a "group" and to better highlight the style corresponding to their song selection, the program team specially invited a complete makeup and styling team to cooperate with this group of fledgling trainees.
Of course, what they say is cooperation is actually packaging them in a way that the production team and the audience like to see.
Now, Pei Yourong and the others were led into a small and medium-sized dressing room.
Even for the rehearsal, the program team decided to let them wear full makeup. This was both a reward and encouragement, and a test to prevent accidents at the performance.
What can be seen everywhere in the dressing room, besides mirrors, are clothing racks placed in every corner.
And the costumes above.
"Wow, so many beautiful clothes!"
"Dress!!"
There is probably no girl in the world who can resist the dazzling array of costumes. The eldest Miyawaki Sakura is the same, and the youngest Zhang Yuanying is the same.
Even though there are so many clothes, Pei Yourong, the others, and even the debut idols are completely unable to choose the clothes they want.
For idols whose stage is their life pulse, it can be said that stylists and makeup artists are undoubtedly their parents in another sense.
"This is the first time we met. I am the stylist in charge of everyone's stage look this time."
"Same as above, I'm a makeup artist."
Two female voices interrupted the chaotic thoughts of the six people.
"Although this is our first meeting, I can tell that everyone's appearance is in very good condition. This will make our work very easy."
"Also, as everyone has seen, because there are a lot of trainees this time, the styling has to be designed one by one."
"Which of you comes first?"
Pei Yourong was about to turn around to discuss it with everyone, but found that someone pushed her, causing her to fall out of the queue.
She turned around and stared, trying to find out who the murderer was.
In the end, I found that everyone was looking at her as if nothing happened.
"Did you come first?"
"Ah...oh, hello Unnie, my name is Pei Yourong."
"What a polite kid."
The woman who was a stylist first praised him, then suddenly stretched out her hands and tightly grasped the hem of Pei Yourong's short sleeves from both sides.
"If your head and shoulders are broad, it's perfect."
"Well, the neck is relatively long, which is just right. The length of the hands is good, and the lines are also good."
The stylist's eyes kept moving back and forth, and suddenly, her commenting voice stopped.
"Hey, so big?"
Some things do not mean that bigger is better, at least in the eyes of stylists, this is the case. As we all know, if you are too short or too tall, you will not be able to wear many clothes. In the same way, the same is true for too big.
The stylist was confused for a moment, and then she called to Pei Yourong, "Come with me."
The two of them came to the clothes rack in the corner. The stylist rummaged around for a while and then handed a set of clothes to Pei Yourong to try on.
There is a makeshift dressing room in the dressing room.
The remaining five people watched Pei Yourong go in, with indescribable excitement in their eyes.
After a long time, Pei Yourong came out of the locker room.
Then, everyone saw another version of Pei Yourong.
The see-through tulle long sleeves had a large section of the hem cut off, revealing a flat and smooth lower abdomen. No, it couldn't be said to be flat. When everyone looked carefully, they found that it had an unusually beautiful outline.
"Are those...abs?"
