[Entertainment BTS] Radish pit

The PD seemed to do it on purpose, the camera was almost in front of people, and the big screens on both sides of the stage were printed with the woman's profile.

One side is leaning to one side with a pure face, exposing the reddish pinnae, carefully pulling some distance away from you, pushing and pulling to the extreme.On the one hand, you are extraordinarily enthusiastic, with a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes full of your figure, this look of pampering people on the tip of your heart, even a hard-hearted person will be moved.

"Shh!"

The woman raised her index finger in front of her lips, and the music suddenly stopped.

Just when everyone thought it was just a brief interlude, the camera went the other way and panned to the right, and the woman in red with one hand on the brim of her hat instantly captured everyone's attention.

Taking advantage of Huiren's control of the camera, Park Si-yeon was able to lift the somewhat obstructive long skirt, and with the help of the staff pulling up the curtain under the stage, she trotted all the way to change into her red costume in a hurry.

Split-style clothes are easier to take off than one-piece long skirts, so I took the clothes in the assistant's hands and put them on in a few clicks.

Cody, who had already been on standby, held three spare makeup brushes in one hand to touch up Park Si-yeon's makeup, and fixed Park Shi-yeon's head looking down from time to time in order to change clothes with the other hand.

"Earrings, hair clips!"

There is not much time left for preparations, Cody has no time to take into account the noisy voices of the people around him, so he turned up the volume a bit to let the assistant beside him quickly pass things to him. Tonight, I have only one purpose: to let the people present remember Live in Park Shiyan's beautiful little face!

"Songle! Shiyan! Whoever gets well first, go to wait first!"

In such a tense and stuffy environment, the second hand turned more than half a circle after just taking a breath.

"Oni, I'll help Shiyan wear this later! Let's go, it's too late!"

Song Le grasped Shiyan's wrist, and pulled up Shiyan who was half-squatting for the convenience of Cody. Regardless of how many times she had sprained her feet, she ran with Park Shiyan on high heels.

The closer you get to the exit behind the scenes, the brighter the road ahead.

The five people may have different reasons for joining the company at first, but the purpose of the five people who came together to become MAMAMOO must be the same.

"Kim Yong Sun! Park Si Yeon! Moon Sung Yi! Ding Huiren! Ahn Hye Jin! MAMAMOO!"

I don't know if it's because I walked a long distance in the dark, and I'm not used to the light in front of me, or it's the orderly and loud cheers outside the curtain, which I can hear clearly even through my ears, and the corners of my eyes can't help but glow. A few tears.

Helping Park Shiyan to tie a belt around her waist twice, looking up, she saw someone's rare emotional appearance, leaning on the railing like that, trying to print all the particularly dazzling sea of ​​wood in her eyes.

Song Le shook her head helplessly, wiped away the tears that were about to overflow her eyes with her fingertips, and jokingly rubbed her waist, which was now covered by fabric, twice, which made Park Shiyan itch and dodge to her side.

In the past four years, most of the good times have been activities with the members of MAMAMOO.From being young and shy when they debuted, no one cares about them, to now living out their own selves and receiving widespread attention, everyone has put in their own efforts.

Before the first formal contact, I, as a bystander, had already paid attention to the four of them. The two of 92line often go to occupy the right to use the practice room together after the class, while 95 bamboo horse line discusses next week's vocal cooperation while hugging.

Being alone, I somehow integrated into the lives of the four of them at a certain moment, and my age in this small group of five has almost no majesty. Perhaps it is this that has helped me a lot.

The days of making coffee with Siyeon and staying up late, the moments of arguing with Minbyung over trivial matters, the appearance of laughing and playing with Huiren, and the time of sharing delicious food with Hwasa, these should be the most cherished memories in my twenties up.

"Let's go! Everyone is still waiting for us!"

Mu Muhai, which is obviously shining with yellow lights, is not dazzling at all, but Song Le feels that his eyes are extremely sore.

All hardships come to an end?It doesn't seem to be...

The person who used to feel bitter and was unwilling to continue eating can now swallow it without changing his face, so...it doesn't matter if he eats a little more bitterness!

"Come on!"

Park Si-yeon gave Songle a microphone from her hand, adjusted her hair slightly, and adjusted herself into a 'Shi-yeon' state.

Go ahead, MAMAMOO's original intention is to transcend nationality and language, to bring original instinctive music to the public!

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"Brother Zhen, what's wrong?"

Zheng Haoxi, who bent over and followed closely behind Jin Shuozhen, was a little confused. Why did he stop suddenly when he was walking well? Fortunately, he reacted quickly, otherwise he would have had close contact with this broad shoulder.

Fortunately, both of them were at the end of the team, so a little abnormality would not affect the others.

"I just feel...you seem to be very happy today?"

In order not to obstruct the view of the fans in the audience, Jin Shuozhen deliberately squatted down, raised his head and looked at the brilliant lights in the eyes of the people on the stage.

"Huh?" Are you happy?

Although Kim Seok-jin is not an extroverted optimist, after several years of running-in, Zheng Ho-seok thinks he still understands him. No matter how you say it, he is also a person who is somewhat self-confident, hot on the outside and cold on the inside. One of the most annoying characters.

I don't know when, such a difficult-to-contact 'noble son' got together with the youngest line, let go of his figure, and took on many trivial matters in life as a big brother in the team.

"Ho Seok-ge! Zhen-ge! Hurry up!"

Seemingly realizing that the two elder brothers behind him were gone, Kim Taehyung hurriedly turned around and went back the same way with a puffed up face, thinking that he was extremely intimidating, but unexpectedly, this image was broken by a stream of red liquid slowly flowing from his ear .

"Pfft!" "Mo! Taehyung, what are you doing!"

The two hadn't been sensual for a while, and they were amused by the liquid dripping from Kim Taehyung's ears one after another. Cody was angry that the disposable dyes he bought this time were too low-quality.

"? What are you laughing at? Hurry up!"

The two elder brothers bent over laughing, trying to suppress their characteristic laughter, and only had time to pat Kim Taehyung's leg when they passed by.It was only after the person entered the backstage that he dared to release the smile he had held back for a long time, which really puzzled Kim Taehyung.

"What are you doing? Don't tell me what's so funny..."

Kim Taehyung touched the hair at the temples speechlessly, and was about to push the gold-rimmed glasses on the tip of his nose, when a touch of red that shouldn't exist appeared in his vision.

! ! !Why is it fading!

There was nowhere to put Kim Taehyung's flustered hands, and today's costume was still pure white, even if he wanted to rub it on the clothes like before, he couldn't do it. He wanted to cry without tears and called his relative Park Jimin's name for help.

Ha... This is my own family, what else can I do.

Park Jimin asked Cody Nuna borrowed a towel and wiped Kim Taehyung's hands carefully, and wiped off the red sweat that had flowed down to his chin by the way.

From the corner of his eye, he could vaguely see his brother Shuozhen catching up with a certain red figure who had just stepped off the stage, so the single dog had to quickly look away to protect his young heart.

No matter how dramatic life is, life still has to go on, doesn't it?