Seona Wrote a Script
Ugh… I can't believe I fell for something that easy… I let my guard down. I really let my guard down.
Lately the viewers had been cutting the bait the second someone cast a line, and because it was about Maru, I just swallowed it whole. What an idiot!!
I won't get hooked next time. I learned… I am never falling for bait again.
I learned. I learned this time. Next time, I am absolutely not getting reeled in.
"Coming at me like this… losing my trust like this… the viewers need to reflect too… It wasn't me who needed to reflect. The reflective RP should've gone to the viewers. I. I."
"No… and now you're even cussing… I thought you were serious. Of course. I came here as reflective Yu Seona… and of course the world made me this way. I'm canceling the reflective RP."
I reflected, and the viewers won't. At this rate I can't reflect either.
My reflection has lost all meaning.
Then I'm not reflecting either. Burn the storybook. No forgiveness.
"Ugh… I just broke my reflective RP too. Done. I'm not reflecting. I've switched to non-reflective RP now. You lied to me, so under the Put-Yourself-in-My-Shoes Substitution Act: yep. End."
"Anyway, since they said the judges will make announcements… I'll say something too. I prepared a script—how does it look? Please take a serious look. From now on, please sit down seriously. Look at me properly."
I prepared about ten of them.
It's not like I even know that many songs… My guess is they'll sing Japanese tracks. In that case I don't know a single one.
No, not just the songs—I don't even know the words. I can't immerse at all…!!
So what am I supposed to do? If I can't immerse in the song as a judge, what then? I'd already thought that through.
And so I decided.
"I prepped macro click scripts 1, 2, and 3—please rate them. I'm just going to… not hold back and click through all of them. Hoo…"
I cleared my throat and spoke.
"There's no fat on that voice. Crystal clear. I'm putting you at under 45 kilos. Hmm… looking again, under 44. Locking that in. You're really good. That voice just has zero fat on it. Pure voice. Don't be a VTuber—be a singer. I just saved your life. I'm fan number one. Sign, please. I almost cried. Should I just cry? How about it? That's fine, right?"
That was macro 1, 2, and 3, born from genuine head-clutching thought.
I thought that was excellent praise. You don't even know their face—saying there's no fat on their voice is peak compliment, right?
Crystal clear is good, isn't it? Is that somehow a bad meaning? I think it's a good meaning?
Good thing I ran it past the viewers. Nearly walked into a catastrophe.
So, so lucky. I started explaining the meaning one by one.
"Isn't that a good meaning? No fat on it. That wasn't high praise? Then what am I supposed to say for high praise?"
So it's not a good meaning. Then how do I praise? "You're pretty. You're good." That's way too basic. Basic doesn't stick in the memory.
The reason you have to do it even if you get flamed… is so it sticks for a long time.
If you do nothing, you can't move forward. Take a mountain of hate and push ahead—that's profit.
That's how I think.
"Then, 'You've got a Venus figure'? Should I go with that? Your figure shows right through the song. How about it?"
"Dopamine would explode… so that's a bad meaning."
Then what am I supposed to say? I'm only going to say good things. Only very good things. Scores of nine or ten only. I'm that kind of kind judge.
But the judging lines have to be the kind that can move people… only kind lines. That's the plan.
Hmm… now that I'm stuck, I can feel it—being a judge isn't easy either.
"What cup size are your boobs… what does that have to do with the song… I'm judging based on hearing the song. Augh…!! I do not do sexual harassment. I'll be honest. What does 'no fat on it' have to do with sexual harassment? Yes!! Just go ahead and frame me like that!!"
I poured every drop of appeal into my voice.
Don't frame me like that!! Lately my weight class has gone up, so I have to manage this. I cannot become a sexual-harassment streamer!! From now on, I'm managing it.
I have to manage my own image.
"I am not a sexual-harassment streamer. I don't do that. Everyone, please stop forcing the sexual-harassment-streamer frame onto me!! Fat is not sexual harassment. Uh…!! Got it!!"
"No… I just said it. Because they sang well and I wanted to praise them, I forced out a completely good compliment… it was."
"What's wrong with under 44 kilos. Isn't that a good meaning? It means Venus figure. It meant they sang so well it was amazing."
They're twisting my words so hard…!! My meaning was—
"Okay, I give up. I'm giving up. GG!! Yu Seona is out!!"
My brain hit overload. Thinking about it again… maybe it really is sexual harassment? This is exactly why people need an open mind.
Once it opened, I got it. I learned, didn't I. I've got nothing to say for this. I'll drop it.
"I'm sorry. Thinking about it, the bad meaning was correct. The song and under 44 kilos had nothing to do with each other. Then what do I say? 'You seemed like an idol.' So I'll go with under 44 kilos from that."
That works, right? Idols manage their weight like crazy. That was the meaning I packed in. Ehehe.
This is why you have to gather everyone for a meeting. Now it's not a bad meaning—it's a good meaning.
Talking it through together means we can fix mistakes. This is great!!
"Good? 'You seem like an idol.' So when 'you seem like an idol' comes out of my mouth, I go under 44 kilos. And next, the fat… should I just scrap that?"
Scrapping something I prepared is not an easy choice.
Part of me still wants them to hold onto it.
"How about it?"
Everyone only has negative things to say. Even so… it does seem funny. This is truly the worst of the worst kind of chat.
They just mean it seems funny to them. And after that? No idea. Just that it seems funny right now. That's it.
Back in the day I got high off chat like this, brain-rotted myself into a spiral, and took an absolute avalanche of hate feedback.
Don't do that garbage, are you a moron, it's not funny so stop. I almost lost my mind.
Hate comments alone would be okay. But why send emails.
I don't even send mail… and deleting them is annoying!! So after that, I never trust the words "seems fun?" ever again.
Just scrap it clean. That's the right call.
Even if the script is a waste, better that than mail terrorism or psychotic hate feedback… yeah.
"Hmm… I see. I'll scrap it."
"I'll cook up another idea. Spin the brain. Spin it. Uwaaaaaaah!! Squeezing the brain as hard as it goes. Uwaagh!!! I got it. Every thread just unraveled. Okay guys. How about this. They sing well. Then I go, Whoa!! Yu Seona medley, coming up. Whoa!! Ohh!? Hmm… I see. Yu Seona has entered. Muahahaha. How about it?"
This reaction's bad too. It's over. Done. One last brain scream—kwaaaaah!!
"I'll scrap this one too. I'll think of something else. Hmm… should I just clap?"
I'm already out of ideas. Just live as Background Prop Number One. Don't get cocky. Just don't step up.
Thinking about it, there's no need to show off.
This isn't a stage where I need to matter anyway.
The stars of the stage are those first-gen candidates… not me. Just clap a bit, go waaaaah!!, and wrap it.
"I'll just clap, say something nice, and end it. I won't act out for no reason. Oath of the oath… declaration. I will absolutely not cause problems and will stay quiet."
Thank goodness. If I hadn't run this by them… I almost Yu-Seona'd myself.
It's this bad even in my own room. If I did this in someone else's stream? An apology statement wouldn't cut it.
I'd have to throw on the green screen… and apologize for real. From that angle… I'm truly lucky. So lucky.
"Thank you, everyone. Thanks to you, I learned another lesson."
"Um… yes…"
I was serious, ugh. Even getting a donation like this. So there really were a lot of problems.
Streaming today, I grew again. Thank you.
"Dopamine… yes. I'm sorry. Still, thanks to all of you I know now, don't I. Thank you. I learned. I'll go prepare the script again."