Now That I Have Become a Woman, I Am a Vtuber - Chapter 19

Ma Hohyun, who participated in the audition under the name Maho, was a person with a personality similar to that of Kim Suhyun.

She preferred staying at home over going out and found happiness in decorating her own space and lounging around rather than hanging out with people.

Such a person was drawn to Miro.

When she first saw Miro on the audition show, she thought Miro was quite impressive.

Wasn’t she the one who used her charm to attract people who came to criticize her or make fun of her in the community?

She didn’t even have any special content. She just chatted about trivial things, yet people gathered around her.

This was impressive and a little concerning.

It was obvious that Miro had a strong attitude, and Maho worried that if Miro passed the audition and joined the group, there might be disharmony in the team.

For Maho, who was a bit tired of socializing, this wasn’t a particularly welcoming scenario.

However, Miro turned out to be someone Maho need not worry about.

She was gentle and cool, with no signs of causing chaos.

She wasn’t shy either, often engaging in conversations with Maho.

For Maho, who had no one around to talk about manga, anime, or even Japanese VTubers, the Celestial Project colleagues were great fellow otakus, and among them, Miro was someone she could talk to a lot, allowing them to quickly become close.

That’s why she gathered the courage to call and ask Miro to go record together.

It might have been a bit forward, but Maho thought Miro would accept, and she did.

So, she came out feeling a bit more lively…

“How do I look? Better than my profile picture?”

Who is this beauty??

She’s beautiful. An extremely beautiful, sharp-featured cat-like beauty.

Her figure was perfect, with long legs that would make most celebrities jealous.

And she seemed to be very aware of her looks, smiling smugly and flaunting her appearance.

“You’re pretty too, unnie.”

“Th… thank you?”

“Haha! Yes, let’s go.”

Miro, who had been grinning all the while, started walking ahead, and Maho, sighing softly, followed her.

“Have you listened to the debut song multiple times?”

“I’ve listened to it a lot. The guide vocalist sings well.”

“Right? Is she famous?”

“I don’t know? I don’t know much about Korean singers.”

“Right? I don’t know either. But I know a lot about Japanese singers.”

Looking at Miro, who seemed like the last person to be an otaku, Maho held back many thoughts.

Now she understood why her friends asked her so much about this.

Still, she couldn’t quite grasp it.

“You seem a bit nervous, why is that?”

“Uh… because you’re prettier than I thought?”

“You’re also pretty, aren’t you?”

“Still… you’re very pretty.”

Although it was said in a somewhat resigned tone, Miro laughed heartily, seeming pleased.

“Why are you laughing?”

I asked, not quite liking her expression. Miro, still full of laughter, replied.

“I changed my profile picture just to see this reaction. It was worth it, right? Please, tell others that Miro was cute when you met her in person.”

Her words were even more ridiculous and eccentric than expected.

She changed her profile picture just to see how people would react to her face?

It’s something even people who are very confident in their appearance wouldn’t normally do.

Since I was the one who got caught, I couldn’t say much, and Maho could only let out a dumbfounded laugh.

“Ahaha… Right… I can’t be the only one to suffer.”

Anyway, she had already been caught, so Maho decided to just enjoy it. Besides, thinking about having such a pretty person among her acquaintances made me feel a bit better.

Maho and Miro arrived at a studio in the city.

“The building looks nice.”

“Right? I guess famous people have a lot of money.”

The awkward atmosphere had somewhat dissipated during the walk.

As they chatted and entered the building, a composer who had been informed of their arrival came out to greet them.

“Welcome.”

The composer was a slender man who appeared to be in his early forties.

With long, unkempt hair and an unshaven, stubbly chin, he guided Maho and Miro inside with a neutral expression.

“Are you from the Celestial Project?”

Looking at each of them in turn, the composer briefly explained and then pointed to the recording studio inside.

“Please sing the song all the way through. I’ll listen and divide the parts afterward. Who wants to go first?”

“Uh… shall I go first?”

“Yes, please go first, unni.”

It was decided that Maho would sing first. With a slightly nervous expression, she entered the recording studio and concentrated on the melody, singing each line calmly.

Although Maho had recorded many cover songs, it was her first time singing a song in which she would be listed as the singer, so it was inevitable that she felt a bit nervous.

Moreover, since the song was quite difficult, she had to be careful not to make any mistakes.

Honestly, overall, it was a K-pop-like song, so she wasn’t very confident, but there were parts that felt like Japanese band music, which she was confident in.

After finishing the song, Miro clapped in admiration.

“Wow, unni, your high notes are amazing!”

Maho burst out laughing at the straightforward remark.

It might have been because she was relaxed after finishing the song, but she laughed without any resistance.

“Hahaha! What kind of saying is that?”

“But I’m no slouch either, so just sit back and watch.”

Miro confidently said that as she entered the recording studio.

Maho was slightly impressed by Miro’s demeanor. Wearing a headset and standing in front of the microphone, it felt like watching a real celebrity recording live.

“Alright, let’s begin.”

With a pleasant voice ringing in her ears, the accompaniment music filled the recording studio.

And so, Miro’s song began.

“Oh..”

In truth, Miro’s singing skills weren’t particularly sophisticated.

However, her clear enunciation and tone made the song rich even without technical flourishes.

She seemed to struggle with the high and low notes, but she sang steadily, and her natural voice more than compensated for her shortcomings.

After singing the song once through, Miro paused.

“Now, I’ll point out the parts I want you to focus on for recording first.”

The composer, who had been listening silently to Miro and Maho sing, pointed out a few sections and highlighted the key points.

“Maho, your strength is in your lower register.”

“Pardon? Oh, yes.”

“Could you lower your tone a bit and sing this part?”

“Ah, yes, understood.”

Contrary to his indifferent demeanor, the composer was professional about the recording.

He accurately identified the strengths and weaknesses of the singers and assigned parts that suited them. Even during the recording, he provided feedback, reinforcing the impression of a true professional.

For Maho, who usually covered songs solo, it was a novel and immensely helpful experience.

Thanks to her years of covering various songs, she quickly adapted to the composer’s requests, and the recording wrapped up in no time.

“Great job. I think we’ll have a good part completed.”

The composer nodded in satisfaction at Maho’s swift recording.

“Next, Miro.”

Then it was Miro’s turn.

Having watched Maho receive feedback, Miro was a bit nervous as she entered the recording studio.

“Could you raise your tone a bit here and here? Overall, now…”

“Ah, like this?”

“Yes, yes… Let’s give it a try.”

“Then, after that… No, wait a moment… We’ll re-record the previous part. I’m sorry. Here, like this…”

“Alright, I’ll give it a try.”

“Okay. Great. It seems like you have a variety of sounds you can produce. That’s an advantage. The next part goes like this…”

“Yes, yes…”

“Let’s try again. It’s good that you’re pushing the sound out, but for this part, use your throat a bit more…”

The long recording session began.

Maho glanced at the composer, who had become noticeably more enthusiastic once Miro entered the recording studio.

The previously indifferent eyes were now sparkling, and the composer was smiling slightly while making various requests.

Seeing this, Maho figured it would take a while, so she plopped down on the sofa in one corner of the studio.

“More, more.”

“Aaaah!! Aaaah!!”

“Don’t scream.”

“Aaaaah!!!”

Still, Maho thought that it wouldn’t be boring since Miro’s voice was so good, as she watched the process of a professional composer making various requests to an amateur singer he liked.

“Okay, lower your voice a bit more here.”

“Aaah-“

“A bit more.”

“Aa- aa-“

“Good. A bit more.”

“Damn it..”

“It would be nice if you could try that part with the tone you just muttered.”

As time passed, the pretty and confident look from earlier was gone, and Miro was recording with a deeply furrowed brow, making Maho sigh.

‘I wanted to watch a movie together afterward…’

Seeing no sign that the recording would end anytime soon, Maho canceled the reservation for the animated movie she had booked in advance without hesitation.