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Chapter 2 - CHAPTER 2 — The Small Company Dream‎

‎"One day, I'll be bright enough for her to see me."

‎Three years later.

‎The dream still burned — smaller, quieter, but alive.

‎SOLIS wasn't a company anyone believed in. Their office was a renovated basement that smelled faintly of instant ramen and failed promises. The walls were thin; the mirrors cracked — still.

‎But to Rian, those cracks no longer looked like flaws.

‎They looked like proof that someone had tried.

‎---

‎He sat with his groupmates — six boys who shared the same hunger and exhaustion.

‎"Hyung," said Jinwoo, the youngest, "do you ever think we'll debut?"

‎Rian smiled faintly. "We will. Even if it kills us."

‎"Optimistic as ever," joked Minjae, their leader.

‎But that night, when everyone else had fallen asleep on the practice floor, Rian stayed behind.

‎The same mirror. The same reflection.

‎And somewhere in his memory, that same voice —

‎"You're tired, not defeated."

‎Lira's words had never left him.

‎---

‎Months passed.

‎Rejections came and went like seasons.

‎Their first monthly evaluation? Failed.

‎Their second? Barely passed.

‎The third? Cancelled — because their vocal coach quit.

‎One afternoon, while scrolling through his phone, Rian saw her again.

‎Lira Faith Sandoval— trending worldwide.

‎She was rumored to be part of her company's new girl group lineup, her face shining under bright promotional photos.

‎She looked like she belonged to another universe now — unreachable, ethereal.

‎He turned off the screen and whispered,

‎> "You're almost there, Lira. I'll catch up soon."

‎Then he stood, tightened his shoelaces, and went back to practice.

‎---

‎Two years later, SOLIS finally debuted.

‎Not with fanfare — but with quiet uncertainty.

‎No ads. No huge showcase.

‎Just seven boys, a small stage, and a dream that had survived too many goodbyes.

‎Their debut song, "Begin Again," was a letter to themselves — raw and imperfect, but honest.

‎The first week, their album sold fewer than a thousand copies.

‎Comments online called them "another group that won't last."

‎But when the stage lights hit, and Rian saw the crowd — however small — something inside him steadied.

‎He thought of her again, the way she said "Dance like someone will."

‎So he did.

‎---

‎After their performance, he looked up at the ceiling of the tiny venue, lights flickering above.

‎Maybe she was somewhere out there, performing on a bigger stage, wearing brighter clothes, under grander lights.

‎And maybe she didn't remember him at all.

‎But that didn't matter.

‎Because everything he'd become — every song, every step — had a bit of her kindness woven in.

‎> "One day," he murmured, smiling through the ache,

‎> "I'll be bright enough for her to see me."

‎---

‎And as the audience clapped politely — just a few dozen people — Rian bowed deeply, tears stinging behind his eyes.

‎It wasn't stardom yet.

‎But it was the beginning of a promise.

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