Il, a top reserve soldier, decided to become a star because of a glimpse of the dark inside story of nepotism in the idol industry, earning him the reputation of a "willful young master".
A year later, a hearty road show in the underground passage locked his footsteps. The man playing the guitar, An Weishen, saw through the hole in his perfect pitch at a glance: "Technology is a gift from God, but your singing... Has no soul."
Er, who was aroused to be competitive, stepped into this "little mess" that was on the verge of disbandment. Here are the gentle and sinister classical dancers, the chubby rapper with a cannon-like voice, and the all-powerful captain.
They moved from the streets to the stage, using music to fight against the blockade from their old club. What El didn't know was that when he sang the song he wrote for himself on the ultimate stage, the seemingly uninhibited producer in the audience had already collected all his heartfelt voices.
This is the grandest confession done through music
Mission: Every dream is great