Producer with no Regrets - Chapter 346



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Episode 346

“Can I just walk?”

“uh.”

After reading the script, Jo Ara stared at the distance that Jo Jeong-hoon had instructed her to go.

Jo Ara, dressed in casual clothes styled by Lee Yu-i, just walks down a street in broad daylight with people walking around.

Jo Jeong-hun will film the back of the head.

“Wait a minute, let me check again. Does this scene overlap with the scene where I was walking in a suit and the screen transitions?”

“Oh. The past and present are swapped.”

The scene will change, spreading like drops of water on a watercolor painting, from the Russian Revolution to the present day.

The past that Joara changed becomes the present that sings of everyday life.

Of course, this isn’t Russia, but who would know that if they saw the video? After all, it’s a Western city.

“Then do I have to walk exactly like I did before?”

“No, just walk naturally. I’ll save you somehow with my god-given editing skills.”

“Director, I’m a pro, right? If there’s something you ask of me, I’ll do whatever it takes.”

“There’s really no need to make it fit perfectly. Naturalness is the most important thing.”

“Um, well, okay.”

Jo Ara stood in the middle of the street as instructed by Jo Jung Hoon. There were supporting actors standing on the street waiting for Jo Jung Hoon’s autograph.

As soon as you give the autograph, he will start moving around like a normal pedestrian.

“Set, Here we go, ready, and, action!”

The slate came down briskly.

Time moves, and the camera captures Joara’s back as she moves forward.

Seongpil and Han Guin stood behind Jo Jeonghoon and watched what was captured on camera.

“Sigh… … .”

Suddenly, Han Gu-in covered his mouth and started to cry.

“Director Han, why are you like that?”

“It reminds me of the old days… … .”

Han Gu-in thought back to when he first met Jo Ara. From then until now, the pages of the diary quickly turned like the photos he had attached to it.

“Ara, you’ve grown a lot too.”

“I was 18 when we first met.”

“Yes. Back then, you had chubby cheeks like a hamster, but now your face is sharp. Yes, you look like an adult.”

“It’s not like I’m an adult, I’m an adult.”

“You have grown up really well.”

Perhaps Han Gu-in had a huge influence on the members’ proper growth.

Not only mentally, but the nutritious food he personally prepared for me since my trainee days also played a huge role.

‘Director Han didn’t just raise the children with his heart, he raised them with education and food like a true parent.’

It’s just a guess, but I think all the Girls’ League members will attend Han Gu-in’s 60th birthday party.

Maybe you can even get in on the family photo shoot.

“Sir, Doctor of Oriental Medicine.”

Jo Ara, who had finished filming, came closer to the two. Although she was already confident in her own perfection, she asked anyway.

“How was it?”

After Seongpil and Han Guin saw each other.

“It was the best.”

“I’m proud of you, Araya.”

“of course.”

Joara gently brushed away her trademark short hair.

“Who am I?”

Seongpil, Han Guin, fainting from happiness.

* * *

“Oh, just go over there and get on.”

“All right.”

Jang Ha-yang checked the location where she had to board the plane with her road manager, Ahn Sang-sang.

Since Jang Ha-yang was the only one boarding the plane, he had to be careful not to make any mistakes before departure.

Jang Ha-yang felt relieved only after checking the departure location several times.

‘This is my first time flying alone.’

I knew that Sungpil and Han Guin would welcome me when I landed in France, but the fact that I was boarding the plane alone caused me quite a bit of fear.

‘Let’s think about it when we go to take pictures of Arabesques and purple tulips… … .’

What did you do on the plane that day?

I vaguely remember the advice Rika gave me a long time ago.

‘You have to take off your shoes before you get on the plane!’

Jang Ha-yang shook his head.

‘First of all, I rode without taking off my shoes.’

How did you find your seat? Was it numbered? Or were you given directions?

This is a big deal.

It happened so long ago that my memory has faded.

“Manager.”

“Yes, Mr. Hayang.”

“How do I find my seat on an airplane?”

“I, I don’t know because I’ve never been abroad before… … .”

“What if I can’t find it… … ?”

“Uh, uh, I’ll contact the company.”

An Yi-sang contacted Min Kyung-seop and asked how to find a seat on the plane.

[… … You’re not really asking, are you? Do you have anything else to say?]

I was treated like an idiot.

“If you look at the top of the chair or the back of the chair, it’ll be written, haha… … .”

“I’m sorry. You’ve had to hear bad things about me for no reason.”

“No. Isn’t the manager supposed to fulfill the artist’s needs?”

An Yi Sang felt so embarrassed that he could die, but he managed to hide it somehow.

Jang Ha-yang killed time in the cafe inside until it was time to board. While looking through the DMs from fans, one caught his eye.

[Sister Hayang, I’m taking the CSAT this year ㅜㅜ]

‘It’s already time to take the CSAT.’

I thought the practice room had gotten a little cooler lately, but I guess it was a sign of the changing seasons.

Soon it will be fully autumn, and then the beginning of winter.

[I feel like I have a life-changing exam coming up, so I can’t study well and I’m so nervous that it’s hard. I can’t even eat because I’m worried about what I’ll do if I fail. What do you do when you have a big exam coming up? I really want to know… ]

Jang Ha-yang clicked on the DM and wrote down a reply.

She would occasionally reply to fans’ messages, although not all of them DMs.

Perhaps because of this, Jang Ha-yang received a lot more DMs than the other members.

On the Internet, there were posts titled ‘Collection of Jang Ha-yang’s replies’ that were often circulating.

‘Let’s see, how was I during the CSAT?’

Actually, I didn’t really have any thoughts.

Because Jang Ha-yang’s goal was not to study.

I went to the exam center and just sat there. All I remember is that I didn’t bring a packed lunch so I was hungry.

‘College Scholastic Ability Test… … A big test… … .’

In terms of Jang Ha-yang, it would have been a debut or a comeback.

As I thought about it, Caius came to mind.

If debuting or making a comeback is a test, then KAIST would be like the entrance cutoff line.

‘Then am I lucky?’

Because he made a comeback at the same time as Caius and never defeated Caius with certainty.

Okay, let’s think again.

When it comes to making a comeback against Caius, it’s natural to be nervous. How to get rid of that tension and anxiety… … .

[There can be no tension and anxiety.]

In that case, mental management is most important.

[Believe that you will definitely get the score you want.]

Believe that you will definitely defeat Caius.

[Promise yourself that you will reach that goal someday, even if it is not now.]

One day I will defeat Caius.

[Use tension and anxiety as stimulants.]

When you lose to Caius.

At that time, I thought of the faces of the Garo Enter family, the members, and Seongpil.

[All you can do is try.]

If you believe that you will reach it, you have no choice but to refine yourself.

[With the mindset that if you don’t get what you want, the world is going to end.]

Yeah, I felt like everything was falling apart.

[Take the challenge.]

Work hard for your dream.

That’s what dreams are like.

[Win.]

There is no meaning in what is not accomplished.

“Mr. Hayang, you have to go now.”

An Yi-sang, who had been looking only at the airplane’s electronic display board, said:

At that time, Jang Ha-yang had already written everything she wanted to write, so she got up from her seat without any regrets.

“Have a nice trip.”

“Yes, I will go.”

Go to France.

Just as she was about to put her phone into airplane mode, her phone rang.

It was Jin So-yu.

[Hayang, I’ll send it to you when our album comes out]

[Can you tell me your address?]

[If you order it separately, it will take a very long time to receive it]

[Can you tell me your address?]

[Please tell me the new address, not the old one]

“… … .”

Jang Ha-yang put his cell phone in his back pocket and walked towards the plane.

‘It’ll only take a few days at most.’

I was grateful, but somehow I felt it was wrong to give him the address. My emotions, not my reason, were telling me not to.

‘Is it because the pressing is delayed and there is a shortage of stock?’

Jang Ha-yang took out her cell phone again and searched for Caius on the Internet.

‘I’m not going to buy it anyway. How long will it take…? Goo…?’

Does this make sense?

* * *

“Woah, woah, woah… … .”

One of the backgrounds where Jang Ha-yang’s VCR footage was filmed. The underground parking lot of a building.

Beneath the dark purple lights sat a sleek red supercar.

Hanguin kept exclaiming in admiration in front of him.

“Wow, wow… … .”

“Director Han, you like tea.”

It seemed like Lee Yu-i’s illusions about Koreans had disappeared a little.

“One of Director Han’s hobbies is getting car estimates.”

“Something… … This is different from the CEO I imagined. I thought you’d be interested in carbon neutrality and environmental protection since you drive an electric car. I heard you like gas cars too.”

“Isn’t it cool?”

“Stop observing the strange director and do a background check.”

At Jo Jung-hoon’s request, Lee Yu-i and Sung-pil finished their small talk. The two thoroughly checked the sets and backgrounds that were captured in the angle.

Seongpil smiled to himself as he imagined Jang Ha-yang’s appearance inside.

“Wow, woohoo… … .”

The Korean people just smile day and night.

A car owner who has agreed to lend his car to someone might find this sight a little creepy.

“Director Han, you have to go now.”

It’s time to pick up Jang Ha-yang.

“ah…….”

The Korean looked noticeably disappointed.

I feel like a child who has been looking at colorful candies in a candy store and then has to go home when his parents come back.

Seongpil and Han Guin caught a taxi and headed to the airport.

“The star that only I can see. The only one that makes me smile. The reason for my happiness.”

When Han Gu-in sang softly, Seong-pil expressed his surprise as if the sky had turned upside down.

There was no way Han Gu-in could miss that big reaction. He asked with an awkward smile.

“Are you that surprised by my singing?”

“No, it’s not surprising that you sing… … .”

What was surprising was that he sang K-pop. Even though he always hummed, it was like singing Verdi’s opera Rigoletto, but he sang K-pop.

Who wouldn’t be surprised?

‘Are you in a good mood after seeing the supercar?’

Seongpil was even worried about Han Gu-in.

“Uh, do you like that song?”

The song that Han Gu-in just sang was ‘Only Star’, one of the songs included in Girls’ League’s first regular album.

“Yes. Strangely enough, it stuck in my ears the most.”

“It seems like Director Han likes standard idol songs.”

‘Only Star’ is a song that brings in the refreshing concept of second-generation idols.

The second generation of idols are also credited with establishing the popular idiom of K-pop. In other words, they established a pattern that people would like.

‘Popular styles really do sell.’

Even classical music lovers like me say it’s the best.

‘Well, it’s easy to listen to, so of course it is. It’s simple and memorable.’

Han Gu-in shared his thoughts further.

“When I think of the members, the lyrics touch my heart even more. Isn’t it a typical love song, which is rare among Girls’ League songs?”

“You say you put love into our children? So they touch your heart? What are you doing!”

Is it Han Gu-in’s illusion that Sung-pil’s speech and tone are increasingly similar to Rika’s?

“Because the lyrics are a message to the fans. After all, we are preparing for a concert… … .”

The Korean took a long breath filled with excitement.

“I feel inspired when I think about the fans who will listen to this song in person. The sight of fans listening to the song that their idols sing for them in person… … Just imagining it is moving.”

“Oh, that’s right. Originally, a song touches your heart more when you know the story behind it.”

Sungpil was glad that a Korean person could enjoy K-pop even a little bit. He had tried to promote K-pop to him many times up until now, but the results were not very good.

While the two were talking about K-pop, the taxi arrived at the airport.

The two went to the immigration office and waited for Jang Ha-yang.

Soon after, Jang Ha-yang appeared among the crowd coming out like waves.

Although people were gathered like bean sprouts, it was not difficult to find Jang Ha-yang.

If Jang Ha-yang were to make a book like ‘Where’s Wally?’, it would probably not sell because the difficulty level would be too easy.

‘No. I think it would be okay to make it into goods? The name of the book should be something like Find White.’

Seongpil smiled and shouted, as he found his thoughts amusing and was happy to see Jang Ha-yang after a long time.

“Hayang-ah!”

Jang Ha-yang recognized Seong-pil and Han Gu-in and walked towards them.

Like all the members, Sungpil felt happy whenever he saw Jang Ha-yang.

He becomes immersed in happiness as he imagines the greetings she will give him, the smile she will give him, and every gesture and movement she will make.

Of course, he is a person who is just like Seongpil’s dream…

“Eun-neung-heu-seu.”

Jang Ha-yang bowed his head slightly and greeted in an insincere voice.

Seongpil’s dream, for some reason, became a little bit worse.

“Mr. Hayang, thank you for coming such a long way… … .”

“No.”

“… … .”

A Korean man secretly wiped away tears from his heart.

‘Puberty has come… … .’