Transmigrated to the 1980s to Become a Singing and Dancing Superstar

I woke up one day in the 1980s.

Turns out I can't do business or cook, and I don't have a craft to fall back on.

I'm only mediocre at studying, too.

Hold on, hold on... So how am I supposed to get rich?

I look down at my long arms and legs, and think of this fine singing voice of mine.

Maybe I could try singing and dancing?

Theme: All roads lead to Rome.