Producer with no Regrets - Chapter 340



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Episode 340

“Haa, haa… … .”

Despite her rough breathing from dancing three songs in a row, Baek Seol-ha’s face was filled with happiness.

It was hard to hide my joy when I saw the thousands of spectators spread out before my eyes.

Ripples spread across his eyes.

It’s just the opening, it can’t go on like this.

Just before tears came out of the leader’s eyes, Jang Ha-yang hugged her waist with one arm and gave her affectionate encouragement.

“Sister, it’s just beginning. What if you start crying already?”

“Haha, yeah. That’s right.”

Even though the answer was ‘yes’, Snow White wiped her eyes with her fingers.

“Teacher, if you keep doing that, Atashi (Je) will take your comments away!”

“Uh, yeah, I’ll do it quickly. Uh… …what was the comment?”

“Hurry up!”

The fans burst into laughter.

Shin Areum fiddled with the in-ear earphones on her ears as if she was tired of them.

“The stage director has been telling us to hurry up and talk for a while now. We don’t have time to show our stage.”

“Hey, Shin A-reum.”

Joara playfully pushed her shoulder.

“It’s your first concert, so you might be lost in your emotions. You’ve been crying for a while now, and you’ve finally managed to pull yourself together.”

“No way?”

“Look at the way his voice is shaking.”

Shin A-reum glared at Jo A-ra as if she was going to eat her, but then sighed as if she was holding back because she was on stage.

Then, all the members’ eyes were focused on Baek Seol-ha. She was still unable to escape the heat of the opening medley, but she could not waste any more time.

Snow White held the microphone tightly with both hands.

And I shouted towards the waves of light I encountered, towards the countless constellations made up of the light emitted by the cheering sticks.

“People! Thank you for coming!”

A huge cheer.

Then, a huge ripple spread across Baekseolha’s eyes again…

“Wait a minute, let me rewind.”

Jo Jin-man, who had a name tag that said ‘Snow White’ on his chest, breathed out all his worries and concerns.

Then the remaining four staff members, each wearing a name tag of a Girls’ League member on their chest, squatted down or even lay down.

Jo Jin-man looked at the script he had written with his staff as if he was going to read it.

On top of it, there were corrections and refinements written in red pen or highlighter, so it was difficult to see the original.

“Here, this part.”

When Jo Jin-man pointed to a place in the script, the staff members came over with difficulty and looked at that place.

“There, where A-reum is answering. Should A-reum say ‘No?’ here? Isn’t it a little awkward?”

“What’s awkward about it? I think that’s exactly what Arum would say.”

“No, there’s something… … .”

The employee who answered bit his lips hard.

I don’t know how many times this replacement script demonstration has happened.

Was it over 100 times?

He said to Jo Jin-man.

“Please trust me, boss. I’m telling you, we’re almost like the members of the Girls’ League.”

I’ve watched almost all of the Girls’ League’s live broadcasts, checked out the media entertainment shows they’ve appeared in, and even had staff meetings to get to know their tendencies, personalities, and even their usual behavior and speech.

Perhaps the people who knew the Girls’ League best in this world were the Atlas staff and Jo Jin-man.

“Write… … .”

Jo Jin-man quickly drew over the lines with a ballpoint pen.

“How about this? ‘What do you want me to do?’ Doesn’t this suit you better? No, this is also awkward… … .”

“I feel awkward because I read the same script over a hundred times!”

Even the employees were astonished at Jo Jin-man’s perfectionism.

Even if a great writer reads his own writing a hundred times, every part of it will surely seem awkward.

It’s called Gestalt collapse.

At some point, something that seemed familiar becomes meaningless.

Jo Jin-man was exactly like that.

“Why is ‘어뭐려?’ ‘어뭐려?’ Why is it pronounced like that? No, am I right in thinking that ‘어뭐려?’ means what I know?”

“whatever.”

“What I know is correct.”

“……president.”

Even though his subordinates called him, Jo Jin-man just kept his eyes glued to his script and moved his pen.

“Uh, why?”

“Isn’t this too much work? No, putting in effort isn’t a bad thing. But this doesn’t feel excessive… … .”

Only Jo Jin-man put down his pen.

“Everyone, do you remember what I said when I took over the Girls’ League?”

Every time I remember.

It’s so intense I can’t forget it.

“We’re going to win ‘Tour of the Year’ at the American Music Awards as Girls’ League, and we’re going to be named ‘Music Moment of the Year’ by the venerable British weekly New Musical Express.”

“For a performance at Olympic Hall?”

“Of course not.”

Jo Jin-man showed a refreshing smile like a boy.

“With overseas tours with over 30,000 seats per performance. What we are doing now is a step toward that future. Clearly, our steps are leading there.”

At this confident declaration, the employees stopped saying anything to Jo Jin-man, even though they were tired from long hours of work.

There is no way to say anything.

The employees that Jo Jin-man personally selected and gathered hear something from him every time they have a drinking party.

‘Most people are afraid of dreams.’

To be exact, they are afraid of others achieving their shining dreams because they feel infinitely miserable if they fail to achieve their dreams.

‘So please don’t criticize dreamers by telling them to take off their colored glasses or to bring in realism. But do those people think for at least a minute before they stop them?’

Absolutely not.

It’s just saying, “Will that work?” without thinking. No matter how affectionate the tone, there is hypocrisy and thoughtlessness mixed in there.

‘In the end, when someone achieves their dream, the people who tried to stop them don’t say that their thoughts didn’t change at the time. They just give them a pitiful round of applause, saying, “Wow, you really did it.” That’s all there is to it.’

So, you don’t have to worry at all about what people around you say.

Our Atlas dream is not worth considering the criticism of someone who has never thought seriously about it for even a minute.

And the employees know.

That those words were not directed at anyone outside of Atlas, but at Atlas employees.

It was meant to be a thought for at least a minute before you open your mouth and laugh at Jo Jin-man’s long-winded dream of Atlas.

“It’s the first step towards a future tour of over 30,000 seats, so of course we’re putting in a lot of effort.”

The staff agreed.

It wasn’t that Jo Jin-man didn’t ask the provocative question, “Would that work?” because he was the only one giving money.

“all right.”

Atlas’ staff were people who had been seriously thinking about Jo Jin-man’s dream for hours, tens of hours, hundreds of hours.

The answer to my worries was not, “It won’t work,” but, “It’s worth a try.”

“I think it’s better to say ‘No, I don’t?’ like I did the first time.”

An employee wearing a name tag that says ‘Shin Areum’ said.

Jo Jin-man hit his forehead.

“Oh, I see.”

“I have to finish the opening statement today. How long are you going to hold on to this? I have to start filming the VCR soon.”

“… … .”

“president?”

Jo Jin-man straightened his crouched legs.

“That’s right, VCR!”

“… … No way, right?”

“When is the meeting with CEO Jo Jeong-hoon?!”

“tomorrow…….”

“Bring all the relevant materials quickly!”

“Didn’t you already do it?!”

“I should hire a secretary! This is seriously a big problem!”

Atlas is at peace today too.

* * *

Director Jo Jeong-hoon, who has been in charge of all of Girls’ League’s music videos and has built a strong relationship with Garo Entertainment.

He came to Garo Enter after a long time.

“It feels so strange.”

While drinking tea in the living room, Jo Jeong-hoon listened to Seong-pil’s explanation of how Garo Enter had changed.

“When we first started working together, there were five employees including the CEO, right?”

“Isn’t it full of energy?”

“Wow, I can definitely feel that the Girls’ League has grown. I’m so proud.”

“It’s all thanks to CEO Jo’s wonderful music video.”

Seongpil was sincerely grateful to Jo Jeonghoon.

The music video for Girls’ League’s debut song, “Ani,” was truly a masterpiece.

The visuals of the music video alone became a hot topic, so there was no doubt that he contributed greatly to the growth of the Girls’ League in its early days.

“Hahaha, really? Oh, that’s embarrassing.”

“You have no humility.”

“It’s true, right?”

The two men laughed loudly.

“How are you doing these days?”

“I was so busy filming the music video. I feel like I’ve been burning out lately, so I’ve been taking a break from work. My coworkers are also taking a break for a little while to do some small things.”

“And yet you took on our work?”

“Of course! The Girls’ League is practically my soil. I really enjoyed making ‘Annie’. It was my first time on that scale. What about ‘Long Four’ and ‘Arabesque’?”

For Jo Jeong-hun, the Girls’ League was an opportunity for him to truly pursue his dream.

Burnout or not, if Garo Enter gave me the job, I wouldn’t turn it down.

Rather, I wanted to do it even if it meant hanging on.

“Anyway, it’s nice to finally see Director Park in person after having meetings with Atlas all the time. How are you, Director Park?”

“Oh my, I’m living a dream.”

“Somehow, unlike me, you’ve managed to avoid the direct hit of time. We’re both living in the same dream, so what’s the difference?”

“Alcohol and cigarettes.”

“Ah… … That’s such a classic answer.”

“But you can’t give up, right?”

“What’s the point of living without it?”

Jo Jeong-hoon laughed heartily.

In fact, Seongpil thought that the reason he aged slowly was because of his knowledge from his past life.

It was the result of the skin care secrets I learned from Joara in my previous life and the regular visits to the dermatologist that I had never gone to because of my pride, even though she told me to.

‘Araya from the previous life, thank you so much… … .’

This is the real advantage of regression.

Stocks? Money? Fame? I don’t need any of that.

Only appearance… … .

Of course, I’m happiest when I meet the Girls’ League.

“Anyway, the VCR video planning has all come out.”

Atlas, in consultation with Garo Enter, outlined the VCR footage to be shown to the audience during the concert.

And I entrusted it to Jo Jeong-Hoon’s company.

Jo Jeong-hun added details to the rough outline of the image, and the result ended up in Seong-pil’s hands.

Seongpil read it carefully while listening to Jo Jeong-hun’s explanation.

“It shows the members’ daily lives, and the rest… … .”

Jo Jeong-hun said with a pounding heart.

“It’s the world view of the Girls’ League.”

The Girls’ League has concluded its series narrative with a music video, but there are still parts that have not been revealed.

Fans will get to see that unfinished piece at the concert.

“The concert name was also named after the world view, so it took some effort.”

“yes.”

Seongpil took his eyes off the video plan.

“This is good.”

* * *

The song ‘Epitaph’, with lyrics written by Jang Ha-yang, was included in the concert setlist.

In order to have a concert with a lot of volume, we need to include all the songs that Girls’ League has released so far.

Anyway, Jang Ha-yang began to worry with Garo Entertainment’s A&R team and visual team about how to decorate the stage for her solo song ‘Epitaph’.

During that time, Seongpil made a recommendation.

“I’m flying in the sky?”

It was an idea that was so ridiculous that it made me laugh out loud just hearing it.

Singing while moving forward, backward, left, right, up and down with four wires attached to your body?

scary…….

“Ha-yang, you’re going to look like a total angel! No, you’re already an angel, but you’re going to be a real angel! Ever since I heard this idea from CEO Jo Jin-man, I’ve been having trouble sleeping! If Ha-yang were to sing ‘Epitaph’ in a dress that’s all over the place, I’d immediately dig a hole in my grave and faint from ecstasy… … .”

“I will do it.”

Jang Ha-yang trusted Seong-pil.

Perhaps I decided to believe the words of the person who had seen Jang Ha-yang the most closely in the world and who could best appreciate her beauty.

‘I can’t say it directly, but… … I think the angel and I get along well… … .’

Love Doctor (self-proclaimed X, others call her O) Baek Seol-ha said.

Beauty is a weapon.

It’s a classic metaphor now, but how many countries, nations, and heroes have been ruined by the beauty of women?

And again, Dr. Love Baek Seol-ha said.

Confidence in beauty is the whetstone that sharpens your weapon.

‘It’s a song that focuses on vocals anyway. With my vocal appeal, it’s hard to get good results just by standing still and singing.’

In that case, it would be better to fly around and create visual impact.

Kaius and Jinsoyu might come to this concert.

Rather than showing a mediocre ‘Epitaph’ stage, I’ll make their eyes pop out.

however.

“I have to take two or three hours of training in the US?”

“Yeah. I could probably go and come back in one day. Oh, that’s not really possible. It takes more than ten hours just to get to the US. I’ll have to stay for a day and come back.”

“… … .”

Jang Ha-yang’s head turned strangely.

Of course, Joara had gone to America alone and gone missing. Sungpil would never have let that happen.

“Then, by any chance, are you in America… …”

“I will follow you.”

A Korean man suddenly appeared.

It was such a secretive appearance that no one knew where or when it appeared.

“Just trust me, I speak ten languages ​​so I can be loose.”

“… … I feel relieved.”

“You don’t look happy for some reason.”

“No. If you’re with Director Han, there’s no problem with touring. You got your master’s degree in the US, right? Your first job was also in the US.”

“Yes. I might be able to meet up with some friends from my time in America.”

“Did you have any friends?”

“… … ?”

“Hahaha, just kidding!”

“ha ha ha!”

When Han Gu-in laughed, Jang Ha-yang was embarrassed instead.

“By the way, is it okay for Director Han to come? He has work to do in Korea.”

“Unfortunately, I am the only English speaker available at Garo Enter. The staff only have TOEIC scores, but when I speak English directly, they are easily speechless. I decided that I had to go, if only to provide the precious Girls’ League members with a perfect overseas experience.”

“Thank you for your time.”

In this way, it was decided that Han Gu-in and Jang Ha-yang would go to the United States.

It may only be for one night and two days, but I feel safe if I’m with a Korean.

“Oh, that’s right. Rika!”

Rika, who was playing a board game with Shin A-reum during lunch break, answered Seong-pil’s call.

She threw away all the cards in her hand and ran towards Seongpil.

“Rika, I’m breaking up with you because I think you’re going to lose!”

“Director Park called!”

“What about the bet?”

“Uh, what bet?”

Shin A-reum raised her index finger.

Rika flinched when she saw that and covered her body. Then she laughed with a cowardly expression.

“Of course I remember!”

“Come back right away when you’re done talking. Behave yourself, okay?”

“Hi (yes)!”

Rika turned her body from Shin A-reum to Seong-pil.

“Director Park, why did you call me when I’m busy?”

“I called you because I have something to do. Did you make a bet with A-reum?”

“The loser has to bring water from the first floor every day! While we practice!”

It’s a pretty good bet. I was worried that they might be betting money.

“For your information, Atashi (Je) lost twice in a row!”

“Then we should stop.”

“I will definitely win next time!”

Poor Rika.

You don’t even realize that your legs are being ruined while chasing after empty dreams.

“Nothing else, but you guys know how to film VCR footage, right?”

“Hi (yes)!”

“Rika, you should go back to Scotland.”

“… … Hi (yes)?”

“I’ll tell you everything later, but the video contains the world view of the Girls’ League.”

So, Rika has to become a nobleman in Scotland again and film it.

From the point of view of ‘no’.

Other members will do the same.

“It’s an overseas trip!”

Rika looked visibly pleased.

According to what I heard from Koreans, Japanese people generally like Britain.

It is said that more than 80% of the people have a favorable impression of Britain. For some reason, Rika also seemed to have a good impression of Britain.

“Are we all going together this time too?”

“no.”

Seongpil pointed at himself with his thumb.

“Come with me.”

“uh?!”

The one who was surprised was Jang Ha-yang.

“Why, Hayang?”

“… … No, no. I was just wondering if it would be okay for two directors to leave the company.”

“It can’t be helped. As Director Han said, there are really few English speakers available at Garo Enter. Even if Rika goes with Director Jo Jeong-hoon’s team, wouldn’t there need to be at least one management person?”

“… … .”

“Enjoy the festival and the city to your heart’s content!”

“Well, I can only give you a few hours of travel time.”

“Where is that!”

Rika and Seongpil clapped their hands together correctly. Then, Rika’s eyes suddenly became wet with tears.

“I guess we’ll meet again… … .”

“Oh, who? Did you make any friends there?”

Rika smiled with longing.

“yes.”

Seongpil judged that it was not an ordinary look. It was as if he was looking at a lover who had broken up for some unavoidable reason.

“Who is it?”

“Director Park.”

Seongpil’s eyes popped out at the mention of ‘Director Park’.

It was shocking that Rika even said that title. Just like when Jo Ara called Sungpil ‘Director Park Sungpil’ on the radio.

“What, what did you say?”

“Director Park!”

At that moment, something flashed through Seongpil’s mind.

A large white… … .

“word?”

“Hi (yes)!”

The white horse that Rika rode in the ‘Anii’ music video. Rika named it ‘Director Park’ on her own…

“You still call me by my name?!”

“Director Park named his cane after me! It’s so cute!”

The two bickered in a friendly manner.

Looking at it, Han Gu-in smiled broadly.

“You two really get along well, don’t you, Hayang?”

“……yes.”

Jang Ha-yang felt an inexplicable feeling.

I don’t know why, but… … .

‘I feel like my lyrics will be better today.’

I should ask Jeong Ji-eum for a good song. I want to sublimate this emotional upheaval into art and words.

While Jang Ha-yang was absorbed in the sentiment, Rika and Seong-pil were suddenly striking poses like the main characters of a drama.

“Wait a minute!”

“A city of festivals and castles!”

Edinburgh!