"Huh?"
"Become an idol? Me?"
Ellin stared wide-eyed and jumped a step backward.
"No, no, no! How could I possibly be an idol?!"
Ellin shook her head like a rattle drum.
Being an idol was simply too far removed from her life.
Besides, how could she, a proud, strapping man at heart, bounce around onstage for other men to watch?
Just picturing it made her feel uncomfortable all over.
And... she wasn't much of a singer.
In her previous life, the civilization on her planet mostly sang songs about love and romance.
Those songs were each more sorrowful than the last, and hearing them only annoyed her.
That was because she felt those so-called love songs all conveyed the same idea: I love you so much and have done so much for you. Why don't you love me?
That could inadvertently distort someone's view of romance, making them believe that as long as they gave enough, they would surely win the other person over.
That was precisely why there were so many "simps" in that era.
On closer observation, many people who enjoyed love songs liked to cast themselves as tragic figures, and their romantic lives generally weren't very happy either.
For that reason, Ellin had mostly listened to instrumental music in her previous life, rarely listening to songs with lyrics.
When she occasionally went to karaoke with friends in her previous life, she had no idea what song to pick and simply sat there drinking by herself.
Considering herself unfamiliar with music theory, she had no confidence whatsoever in her musical talent, let alone in getting onstage to sing and dance to please a crowd.
"No way, no way! I can do anything except sing and dance!"
Inside the office, Ellin kept waving her hands, her stance utterly