From Thug to Idol: Transmigrating to a Survival Show
chapter-419

Chapter 419 Prime (2)

"Haters talkin', but it's just engagement,

I turn their hate into fuel; yeah, that's my arrangement.

Money talks and I speak that language,

Stayin' icy while they're stuck in anguish." As June took control of the rap verse, the crowd's astonishment echoed through the auditorium. Those who only knew him as the charismatic vocalist of EVE were taken aback by the raw talent he unleashed as a rapper. A question lingered in the minds of the audience—how could June be a skilled rapper when he was primarily known as a vocalist?

The question was promptly answered with each word he spat. He was simply good. "Flexin' on the grind, haters in the rearview,

Laughin' at the doubters while my vision's clear, too.

Cry all you want, make me drown in your weeps. But I'll drown you out with a fucking 'beep beep.'"

As the verse reached the iconic 'beep beep' line, June didn't miss a beat. With a mischievous grin, he reached over to the convertible's dashboard and playfully beeped the horn, drowning out the curse word in the song and creating his own makeshift censor. As the verse reached the iconic 'beep beep' line, June didn't miss a beat. With a mischievous grin, he reached over to the convertible's dashboard and playfully beeped the horn, drowning out the curse word in the song and creating his own makeshift censor. It was a small, unexpected moment that showcased June's creativity in his performances.

The idols watching backstage couldn't help but exclaim in awe. "How did he even think of that?" Jordan asked, shaking his head in disbelief. As the spotlight shifted to other members, June gracefully exited the car, leaving the stage to the other rappers of EVE. From the sidelines, he became the enthusiastic hype man, injecting energy into the performance with simple yet powerful choreography. The second chorus arrived, and one group initiated a set of powerful steps, and like a butterfly effect, the other group mirrored the sequence. "Prime, prime, prime. This is my prime, prime, prime. Won't accept mediocrity, I'll settle for sublime.

Prime, prime, prime. This is my prime, prime, prime. Being the best—I'm guilty of that crime." "Bora," Jia said, still staring at June. He had a confident smirk on his face, and he seemed to be enjoying the stage so much. She couldn't help but tear up, wiping her eyes with the edge of her sleeves. Her friends stared at her like she had gone crazy. "Why the heck are you crying?" Bora asked. "This is the most unemotional performance June has put out!" "But look at him," Jia exclaimed, gesturing to the shining blonde boy on the stage.

"He's enjoying the stage so much," she whispered, focused on his smile. Indeed, being with people who enjoyed the stage as much as him, June began to gain more energy. From the start, he really wasn't sure where idols got their happiness. However, as time passed, he finally understood—performing itself was happiness. The song reached its bridge, and it was different from the usual vocal interlude that EVE's songs had. It was a rap-heavy verse, but the group decided to add more layers to it. The lights dimmed, and only two spotlights illuminated the stage. Casper and Junes stood face-to-face in the center, their hand-held mics against their lips. Then, their eyes locked, simultaneously rapping with precision.

"I turn negativity into my inspiration,

Fuel for the fire, no room for hesitation.

I'm in the game, playin' my cards right,

Stackin' up victories every day and night.

Keep talkin', it's just background noise,

Call me Andy; ya'll are my toys.

Living large, with a pocket full of dreams,

My success will tear you at the seams." June's voice took the harmonious route, riding the rhythm like a wave. On the other hand, Casper countered with a deep rap, his words cutting through the melody and adding an unexplained depth.

It was a rap duel that left the audience in awe, making them marvel at how these two contrasting styles complemented each other so well.

As the bridge became even more intense, June and Casper tossed their microphones into the air. The crowd gasped as the mics descended through the air, only to be caught perfectly as June and Casper effortlessly landed them in each other's outstretched arms.

The mic exchange marked the end of the rap bridge, and with a burst of energy, the entire group transitioned into a dance break. Compared to the laid-back vibe of the song, their dance break was intense.

Nonetheless, it appeared like they were executing the moves effortlessly—making it look way less hard than it actually was. Lights flickered in tandem with the beats, casting shadows that danced along with the performers.

Then, without giving them a break, the chorus arrived once more.

Being the best—I'm guilty of that crime." In the background, Y and Ren added adlibs that soared above the melody. However, June, ever perceptive to the nuances of the performance, noticed a slight struggle among the remaining vocalists as they sang the chorus after the challenging dance break. So, June, who was in the very back for the last formation, joined the other vocalists in singing, his voice filling the gaps and giving the chorus a newfound stability.

"I'm on another level, watch me elevate,

They can yap, but I'm sealin' my fate.

Every hater's just a step on my stairway,

To the top, where the real players stay."

The audience, unaware of the subtle change, could feel the song gaining an extra layer of richness. Y noticed this, and a small smile emerged from his lips. He couldn't believe he thought ill of June in the beginning. In the end, although the younger guy was pretty annoying, Y could tell he was a good person.

The final notes lingered in the air, hanging like a sweet echo of victory. EVE and SPADES, now standing in a circle at the center of the stage, locked eyes for a fleeting moment, a silent acknowledgment of the journey they had just undertaken together.

As the music faded into a gentle hum, the members of EVE and SPADES turned away in unison, each walking in a different direction. The dispersal hinted at the individual paths they would tread beyond the stage. It was an acknowledgment that their time together in this performance was both fleeting and precious.

In the end, they were from different teams, and this might be the last performance they'd have with one another.