"Lift your head when you sing." Mo Chou cussed as a tiny hand slapped her brother around the side of the ear.
"You can't project if you don't lift your head beyond the floor, jackass." It was often entirely difficult to tell the difference between the elder Wang being endearing or a tyrant to her younger brother.
"Again." Her hands busied themselves into a gesture of speed, hurrying him into a better sitting position in order to continue her neatly planned vocal warm up. The last event either of them needed was another probation period for Cheng Lei.
"Just project, from your stomach this time. Your voice gets weak when you don't.""Just face it, Chou. It's not going to happen, I'm not some wicked falsetto or some voice legend." The language of choice switched between the duo, bouncing between their own native tongue and the speech of the country they'd be housed within for so many years.
"Let me stick to what I know; last time I failed because I couldn't hit the notes I wanted." The pursed lips and moderately annoyed expression were enough to indicate those weren't the words his dear sister had been expecting to hear.
"Trust me; for once." The most common fact about the younger Wang sibling, aside from the loud laugh he carried more often than his own phone or his sister's JW Anderson bag, was his general mediocrity. He wasn't the most talented nor the most liked among AS' fanbase and community. If asked, Cheng Lei would have quietly admitted he never expected to debut- not without a miracle. At present, that came in the form of a less vocally talented and more personality based group that didn't require the rigorous routines or vocal somersaults. Such a dream was unlikely, and both children knew that. Such a fact was the entire reason Mo Chou had been nothing but a pest for the last two weeks, just to ensure her brother stood a chance for a while longer whilst they worked on his strength and range.
"You need to practise more." Came a short, rather sharp retort made mostly of worry. The pale hands gripped the hands of the white, drawstring bag MoMo was clutching by her knees as she considered her brother's comment for a while longer.
"Promise me you'll start training more. Take extra classes, anything." Her voice cracked a little above the volume of the room, enough to warrant an uncomfortable few glances in their direction. She offered a small smile in apology before hesitantly turning back towards her idiot of a brother.
"Besides, you need to practise your Korean. It's terrible." A curt laugh cackled as obviously unhappy expression crossed the elder's face.
"There's a pretty big difference between an apple and an apology." The wide grin on Cheng Lei's cheeks was enough to pull the corner's of his sister's face into one of her own. It didn't stop the obvious nerves from cracking through the surface. Her voice in the two languages was entirely different- one a strong, defining soprano in height; the other, a shaky shadow in comparison. Chinese was Wang Mo Chou's safety net. A pleasant range of sounds she felt comfortable to surround herself within. It could have it was argued Korean was far easier on the vocal cords, the tongue lacked the confidence in proficiency.
"All trainees, proceed to the basement. Please take your seats around the stage and wait to be called."
"You got this-" Cheng Lei smirked in a ridiculous attempt at English he'd stolen from some show he'd been watching on repeat all week. He clapped a hand on her shoulder and pushed her along the gathering crowd. The commotion caused by the returned of both Kang twins certainly knocked against the duo's confidence. Mo Chou found herself staring until the disappeared down the hall.
There were a dozen or more trainees within the company that the doubtful singer found herself in heavy competition with. Mo Chou wasn't a dancer or the owner of a powerful set of lungs designed to fill a stadium alone. She career within the business came solely from her ability to hit a G5 with limited build up. The sight of her peers gathered in the Basement left her visibly knocked back. With Cheng Lei's guiding hand, they settled down towards the left, resting two seats from Yuzuru.
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