350 Powerhouses

June looked at the four people on the stage. He was sitting below them, and although near, he felt like the gap between them was too far. 

He didn't know the impact of the past practices they had, but June felt that it was huge—one that put him behind them. 

He stared at the music sheet in his hands and read the highlighted parts. 

For now, he only had three lines, all with limited words. He wasn't even going to sing in any of the choruses except for the last one, so the arrangement wasn't even altered to a ridiculous extent. 

But then again, he was just a newcomer to the group, so he felt like he had no choice but to accept what was given to him. Being invited to a glorious stage was already a great opportunity for a rookie like him. 

The music started, snapping June out of his thoughts. 

It wasn't the type of song to have a grand beginning. In contrast, it was a song that employed only two instruments—the piano and the traditional gayageum.