45th Floor (1)

“Is this a casting offer?”

I asked as if nothing were wrong.

But the moment I said it, I regretted it. If I’d guessed wrong, nothing could be more embarrassing.

If I’d gotten ahead of myself, I might have to turn back time.

“…!”

The middle-aged man’s face went pale with shock.

Looking at that expression, it seemed I wouldn’t need to turn back time.

It seemed my guess had been right after all.

So my talent really couldn’t be hidden.

National singer, reincarnation of Michael Jackson, idol of the battlefield. New labels for my name flashed through my head...