I Accidentally Became A Superstar - Chapter 389 389: Vocally Demanding

“You can listen to the next two songs if you like,” said one of the staff members.

She reached for the tablet, fingers poised to tap the next track.

“Wait,” Oska lifted a hand.

The staff member hesitated, finger hovering in the air.

Oska turned to face the others.

“Could you guys be more excited?” he asked.

“How can I?” Daniel muttered from the corner. “This storyline’s hard to pull off. You already picked first. You should’ve picked something easier.”

“Didn’t you get picked for a reason? You must have seen the scripts beforehand,” he continued.

Oska’s brows furrowed with the insinuation.

“I didn’t.” Oska’s voice sharpened. “I didn’t even know we were going to be doing this.”

“Sure,” Daniel said, sounding like he didn’t believe him. “Just tell Bacon PD to judge us more lightly, alright?”

“He’s not even going to judge this round,” Oska said, his voice rising.

Daniel shrugged. “Whatever you say.”

Oska let out a deep breath.

Everyone went still for half a second.

Then, Billy, who had been dangling his leg lazily off the side of the couch, sighed. “Fine. I’ll be Friday. He has decent lines, too, and I think I can do it best.”

Billy definitely couldn’t read the room. Oska and Daniel were arguing, and he was already choosing his part!

Daniel clicked his tongue. “Of course you’d pick the youngest. No effort, no weight.”

“I am the youngest,” Billy said, unaffected. “And I’m fun. Friday’s fun. It fits.”

Phoenix let out a slow sigh. “So unprofessional. All of you.”

Oska scoffed. “You’re speaking like you’re ahead of all of us.”

Phoenix raised an eyebrow in response, but said nothing. The silence that followed was louder than words. His posture, his eyes, the subtle arch of his brow— it all screamed “Am I not?”

Zeno sat at the edge of the armrest, elbows on knees, eyes set on the floor. He rubbed the center of his forehead with two fingers. His head wasn’t just aching. It was going to explode from stress!

“Play the next one,” he said quietly to the staff, wanting to get this over with.

Fortunately, that broke the tension just slightly. They all turned silent, and they focused as the second track began.

It was Wednesday’s song.

A sharp breath of piano keys. A rhythmic build. The vocals came in—slow, weighted, and rich. The kind of voice that told a whole story before the lyrics even settled. It wasn’t showy. Every note was quite precise.

“You call me cold,

You say I don’t come home enough.

You talk like I was born this way —

But I was just trying to be strong enough.

I stayed up late,

I paid the bills you wouldn’t touch.

I held the calls.

I built the walls.

But no one ever said,

‘Thank you very much.'”

Zeno’s eyes narrowed.

As the music unfolded, the character of Wednesday emerged. He showed he was the only one who had built something of his life but had somehow lost everything along the way. His verses were threaded with dissonance and rising tension, the clash of success and loneliness, of self-worth and inherited guilt.

By the time the bridge came in, the entire room had leaned forward.

The climax was brutal. It was both vocally demanding and emotionally explosive. The kind of part that required a singer who didn’t just know how to hit notes—but how to inhabit them.

When the song ended, no one spoke.

It was Billy who broke the silence first. “That was hard.”

“Really hard,” Daniel added.

Oska shook his head faintly. The song could be considered difficult for someone who had been on Broadway for a long time. How could they give inexperienced actors such a piece?

Zeno tried not to frown, but his lips pressed into a line.

They all glanced at each other.

For a brief moment, Wednesday’s role became the obvious crown. All signs pointed to the role being the main one—even if the story wasn’t built around a singular lead.

But, at that moment, the thought faded.

“I mean, I could try it…” Daniel said slowly, like testing a flavor he didn’t like. “But I’d rather pick a part I can actually make shine.”

Zeno tilted his head slightly. So they were all thinking it. Wednesday was too much.

At least, the song was. It was too difficult to pull off.

Zeno knew he was good at singing. His singing skills had improved through missions and practice. However, he couldn’t do this.

Just then, the room was filled with dissonant voices. They were all given the lyric sheet and sang out loud. The first part wasn’t too bad, but as the song built, it became increasingly more difficult.

Zeno looked around and found all of them struggling. It didn’t take long before Phoenix’s voice cracked. Billy, despite being an idol, wasn’t used to the singing style in musicals. He didn’t sound too good singing such an emotionally-charged song.

Daniel wasn’t even trying anymore. Meanwhile, Oska’s voice shifted to falsetto at the belting part, shaking his head and holding onto his throat.

“I can’t do it,” he muttered.

Zeno decided to try out the part, too. However, like everyone else, it was out of his range, and his voice cracked at the high note.

That captured everyone’s attention. Zeno turned to them and found that they were all looking at him. His eyes narrowed.

Just then, Phoenix spoke with a small smirk.

“Let’s go with our ages,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Zeno turned toward him.

Phoenix shrugged. “We don’t have much time, so let’s just make it easier.”

“Oska is going on Monday.”

“I’m going to be Tuesday,” Phoenix continued.

He then turned to Daniel. “You’re Thursday. The priest.”

Billy was already grinning before Phoenix could even announce his role. “I’m Friday. Yay!”

And then, like it was the most natural decision in the world, Phoenix turned to Zeno.

“And you,” he said, smug and final. “You be Wednesday.”

Zeno pursed his lips.

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