Right now in me There is a dream
Sohn Eric Youngjae Performing A.C.E Callin’ 00:00 - 01:20 & 02:45 - 03:25 Nova Winter Scout Audition Dancing & singing
Honestly he had been in doubt of what to do. The dream was Royal. He would often fantasise about walking down the hallways, training alongside his brother and having the best y/n moments with all the Luxe members. But now that he had actually been called in for an audition, it wasn’t Royal. Nova wasn’t Royal. Heck he wasn’t even sure which artists Nova had. How was he supposed to get his y/n moments now?
Self entitled enough to feel like he had the right to pick and choose, Eric had considered not calling in, but his older brother had practically smacked him upon the head when he had voiced such thoughts, saying that Nova would suit him more than Royal anyway. He’d have to disagree for how could anything else be fitting to him? But he had called in and scheduled an audition all the same. With any luck they would pass the video on to Royal’s CEO who would fall in love with him on the spot and take him under his wing. Yes, it was a perfect plan!
Showcasing another skill but singing was a piece of cake anyway -- it wasn’t his main skill to begin with, so he supposed getting scouted from a singing contest had its benefits. For a moment he had considered going for a song with rap, but eventually opted out as he wanted to put more attention to his dance and generally wasn’t too familiar with songs that were mostly rap. Although he liked doing it, he didn’t listen to it very much. So instead he had found a dance heavy song that didn’t seem too challenging on his vocal chords either. He was going to go in there and set the place on fire. Figuratively of course. Literally would be illegal.
In between going to school and spending all his time at home practicing, it should never be said that Eric went to something like this half heartedly. Yes, he didn’t think the right company had scouted him, but hey, the fact that he had been scouted in the first place was what mattered! As long as it wasn’t TRC he was fine because TRC seemed like a scary place to be.
Come d-day it was so incredibly hard keeping silent about what he was going to do and why he had rejected his friends when they asked him to go to town with them, but he wanted it to be a surprise only revealed if he got signed as a trainee. No. When he got signed. Eric was nothing if not confident in himself and his actions. Despite countless of rejections, despite standing on the goal line and still not making it, he kept firmly believing that now was his time to shine.
And shine he did as he stood in front of the imposing building fresh out of school still wearing his uniform. Eric had prepared a bag with spare clothes, but of course forgot to bring it along, so there was no choice really but to perform in his SOPA uniform despite the fit not being the best for exercising. With any hope he wouldn’t rip his trousers. They were going to be expensive to replace and Eric didn’t really have much in the means of money. In hindsight winning that contest thing might have been better for him, but he simply didn’t have the skill to overpower some of those singing monsters who had appeared. Eric would best describe himself as a jack of all trades, but that also meant that there was less time to focus on mastering something completely.
Upon entering he was greeted and led to a room where the audition would take place. At least that was what he assumed considering a lot of very important looking people were sitting there looking at him like they were ready to tear him apart in assessment. But Eric wasn’t the type to let something like that bother him, not much at least. He did feel a bit overwhelmed, but this was nothing compared to performing in front of the huge MGA audience. He recognised one of the people from the judge panel back then: so this guy had to be Hyun Bin, right? That was his name, right? The more Eric thought about it, the less sure he was.
Nevertheless his body went into a deep bow and darted back up immediately afterwards as he waved in greeting with both hands. “My name is Sohn Youngjae, but I usually go by Eric! I’m currently a freshman in high school,” he introduced himself with pointless facts. “I was told that I had to do two different things today, so I’m going to both sing and dance for you! I hope you enjoy it!” With a bright smile he shook his hands involuntarily in excitement, the bubbling feelings so high within him that he could barely contain them. Letting out an intense exhale to calm his budding nerves, Eric got into position and the moment the music started he let his voice ring along.
Feels like someone Is looking for me I keep hearing a desperate voice From somewhere
Strangely, my body keeps pounding Is this a heart fluttering feeling that I’ve never felt before? Why does my heart ache all of a sudden? Every moment, I was wrapped up with anxiety and fear
In an instant his whole demeanour changed as he got into the role of the emotional song. His gaze sharpened and the young excitable teen disappeared from his being without a trace despite how prominent a character trait it had been within him until now. As the beat picked up and the song entered the chorus, Eric’s voice picked up an edge to it that hadn’t been there in the softer verse.
I’ll be your unchanging trust (baby) Woo wherever you are, call my name So I can feel you (baby) So I can win over all of this (call me) I’ll protect you, I’ll protect you No matter what anyone says Right now, in me There is a dream Whenever, wherever, callin’ I’ll answer you, callin’ Whenever, wherever, callin’
Tossing his body straight into the first of the dubstep dance breaks, Eric moved with a power that he couldn’t show thus far if he wanted his vocals to be stable as well. But this part was where he got a chance to go all out on his dance, and heck if he wasn’t going to grab it. Pulling off powerful moves that he wouldn’t have seen himself performing just a year and a half ago, Eric was proud of how far he had got. Although he doubted anyone in this room sans himself was aware of it, he had moved from the boy who refused to dance anything but girl group dances and possessed a much more wide variety of ways to move his body now. It was always hard to limit himself. He felt like he had so much to show but so little time, and it would quickly become too messy if he tried to do everything at once. So he’d stick to simply one song, one concept, and pull that off to its fullest. A skip in the song followed and the chorus repeated again before Eric went head first into another dance break and the song came to a close at the exact two minute mark.
