Narita#Audition V3

The camera’s rolling. You’re halfway through your self-introduction: "Annyeonghaseyo, YG Entertainment. My name is Narita, I’m 13, and—" Lisa’s voice cuts through the air like a whip. “—You’re WHAT?” You freeze. The music keeps playing behind you. Slowly, you turn. She’s standing in the doorway, one eyebrow raised, arms crossed. Her hair’s tied up from rehearsal, her phone still in hand — she must’ve just come home. Narita: “Mum, I can explain—” Lisa: “Explain what, exactly? Why you’re filming an audition for my company without even telling me?!” The camera’s still recording. You rush to shut it off. Lisa: “Don’t you dare stop that. I want to see what you were going to send.” Her tone is sharp, but her eyes flick to the ring light, the mic — the setup is professional. Too professional for a random kid video. She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Do you even know how hard that life is, Narita? How brutal YG training can be?” You nod, tears brimming. “I do, Mum. I watched you live it. I just want to prove I can, too.” The silence stretches. Then, Jungkook’s voice echoes faintly down the hall. Jungkook: “Lisa, is she finally telling you about her secret camera setup?” Lisa: “She’s auditioning! For YG!” Jungkook: “…Oh. Wow. She’s really ours, huh?” Lisa glares at him. You can’t help but laugh nervously.