Atlas was thinking deep in his mind, but his hands did not slow down at all. He typed out the lyrics and music, word by word.

In his previous life, when Atlas had just started to be a director, he filmed an online variety show, including the shooting, acting, post-production, and theme songs. Basically, he got involved in everything.

At that time, he was just a newcomer in the directing industry. He knew that in the case of severe shortage of funds, everything depends on oneself. In this way, he was forced to become a jack of all trades, and in addition to filming, he also knew a little about other things.

After writing the lyrics and music, there would be no problem in recording the song. Collecting songs on such a large scale was certainly not a simple matter of just writing the lyrics and beats and sending them out.

If that was the case, the possibility of being noticed by the diva would be very low, and the best possible scenario was that she would just glance over and ignore it.

He also had to record a demo, which eas a sample of the song's compo6, and send it to people for them to listen to.

Atlas found the cheapest recording studio near the school, spent 500 won for the expenses, and started recording with the lowest standards possible.

What is there at the far end of the sea?

Something different, a story far from the world

Will I be able to see it if I go up above the clouds?

Angels and children blowing trumpets

If you listen somewhere in the forest,

only to me

a small voice

Should I fly like I'm dreaming?

A world with no one high up there

So many questions and

My many unresolved stories

When I look back, I wonder when

My own secret that I secretly forgot too

Why am I like this now that I'm grown?

(now for real)

memory of something lost

(my heart now)

The recording engineer was debugging on the operating table, but quickly put away his casual attitude when he heard the song, and started recording with concentration and seriousness. "Young man, let's record it again. This song is so well written. I can already feel it being a hit!"

The man's words was a surprise to Atlas. He hadn't sung for a long time, so he was a little rusty and off-tune just now. However, the impact of the song itself was obviously significant. The lyrics and music of this song are touching enough to move people.

Two hours later.

Atlas finally walked out of the recording studio with a USB flash drive in his hand, which contained the songs he had recorded. His vocal condition was pretty good, and the recorded sound made him very satisfied.

With this demo, his chances of standing out from the countless people who submitted songs were basically at the highest now. It's not that he was confident in his singing, but he was confident in the quality of the song.

After sending the song demo and lyrics to the designated email address, Atlas turned off his computer.

Next was wait for the response.

***

Time flew by and a week had now passed.

At the site of Joseon Entertainment Company, a now famous entertainment company, Joseon's staff from top to bottom were extremely busy. Especially the team of the popular little queen, Sin Yoon. They haven't had a good night's sleep since the end of the recruitment campaign.

"Goodness me, I don't know what the company is thinking, organizing a nationwide songwriters recruitment campaign."

"Sixty thousand emails, it will take forever!"

"It's fine to watch it, it's all garbage, there aren't many songs worth watching."

"That's nonsense. Nowadays, high-level producers already have their own entertainment companies. There are not so many experts among the people."

In the office, a group of people were complaining and discussing. The activity strategy formulated by the company's leaders was indeed popular all over the country and everyone knew about it. But it was hard for those who were reviewing the songs, as they had to deal with all kinds of bad songs every day.

Jin Hin-Ah, a newcomer who had just joined Joseon, felt helpless when listening to the complaints of his predecessors. She sighed and rubbed her head.

She hasn't had enough rest these days, but had been tortured by the reality of going through so many bad songs that she feel like her brain was showing symptoms of abnormality. But the work had to continue, so she still clicked on the next email.

"There are also audios. They won't be those weird audios again, will they?" Jin Hin-Ah smiled bitterly. Most of the audio clips she listened to during these past few days were about confessions, courtship, insults, funny jokes and so on. All kinds of strange things were everywhere in these song demos.

Just when she was about to close the email, she discovered that it contained a complete music score and lyrics.

What is there at the far end of the sea?

The first line of the lyrics made Jin Hin-Ah's hands stop. She licked her lips, as if she was thinking of something in the past. She felt a little depressed, but still clicked on the audio with curiosity. The cool voice, sexy and magnetic, rang out in the headphones.

What is there at the far end of the sea?

Something different, a story far from the world .....

Jin Hin-Ah touched her face, and before she knew it, her tears were falling along with the singing.

She remembered that when she was in college, she and her boyfriend had promised to be together forever. After graduation, they went their separate ways, but still fantasized about the future. Before they knew it, the two of them had grown more and more distant from each other, and they didn't even say goodbye more than a few times before they announced their breakup two weeks ago.

For some unknown reason, she wanted to share this song with her boyfriend.

"Hin-Ah, what's wrong with you?" A gentle and ethereal voice suddenly came from behind.

Jin Hin-Ah trembled and suddenly woke up from her sadness. "Ah...Miss Sin, this song is so well written. I think I can recommend this song to you. I couldn't help but listen to it a few more times."

The person who made the voice behind her was none other than Sin Yoon, Joseon's current treasure. 

"Really? Let me hear it." Sin Yoon chuckled and put on Jin Hin-Ah's headphones curiously. She looked at Jin Hin-Ah, and a deeper curiosity emerged in her heart. She wanted to see what song it was that could make someone like Jin Hin-Ah cry so.

This prelude... Sin Yoon's expression suddenly became much more serious.