Frigelle

Idol show for dead people?

Rayen was suddenly thrown into a supernatural idol show after meeting an untimely death at the peak of his career as a band vocalist.

Upon waking up in a strange building, with a creepy stalker fan claiming to have written his entire biography, and a strange jukebox demanding him to perform, he learned of his death and found himself in a bizarre situation.

[Please select a song to dance.]

"What? Dance? I don't know how to dance!"

[Select a song or disappear?]

"Ain't no way I'm gonna dance!"

[If you want to revive, become an idol.]

"Screw revival! I don't want to dance!"

Notes: 
Some scenes would be inspired by widely circulated memes or cultural phenomena, but these elements have been purely fictionalized for creative purposes, and do not reflect the real individuals and events they may have originated from.

Poems will be written by me, but some will be based on songs.

Idol Revive: If I Don't Debut, I'll Disappear

Sophie immediately greeted Rayen, who had just entered through the door. Deep confusion filled his eyes.

Weren't they supposed to film the second round? Why hadn't he been transported to the broadcast studio?

The room wasn't overly cramped, but it wasn't particularly spacious either. At the center, there was a somewhat long rectangular table, with three seats on each longer side and one on each shorter side. Each seat was equipped with a black touchscreen monitor and a headphone. It resembled those meeting tables found in offices.

The lights were turned off, with the projector light being the only source of illumination in the room, casting a blue hue over the entire area. It was aimed at a large white wall, displaying the familiar interior of the broadcast studio.

Oh? I Didn't Tell You Who I Am?