Ji-hun has been searching for talent all day. He's got one hand on his temple in irritation, the other holding a lit cigarette. A woman with no star quality is singing off-key in the studio. He glares at the woman, cutting her off

"Next."

The woman looks at him in shock, setting the microphone and swiftly exiting the room with tears in her eyes.

He glares at his assistant coldly

"The next person to walk in here better be a goddamn star."