Producer with no Regrets - Chapter 354



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Episode 354

“what’s the matter!”

Seongpil arrived in front of the stage.

Without even thinking about going up the stairs outside the stage, he held on to the stage that was about the same height as him and climbed up as if he was climbing a rock wall.

Looking at the members standing, I could get a general idea of ​​the situation.

‘Araga… … .’

Joara is lying on the floor, feeling comfortable as if this is her home.

Shin A-reum was standing in front of him.

‘Is Arami upset because Ara rested too much?’

It’s been more than five hours of practice, so it’s understandable that she’d be tired. When Sungpil looked at Joara anxiously, she hesitantly raised her arm and checked her sports watch.

“Sir, please say something to Shin A-reum. I’ve only been lying down for 43 seconds and she’s already screaming.”

“uh?”

Seongpil looked at Shin Areum in confusion.

Shin A-reum smiled awkwardly, as if she hadn’t expected Seong-pil to come running.

“Oh, no, everyone was feeling down, so I was trying to lighten the mood.”

Seongpil looked around the stage, up and down, and here and there.

Everyone was looking this way, wondering what was going on. And their faces were covered in layers of fatigue.

‘I see. Because the axis is sagging… … .’

It’s been five hours since the Girls’ League arrived here.

That means the practice lasted for 5 hours.

The backup dancers arrived earlier than that, and the band session arrived earlier than that.

And the staff who managed the stage came much earlier than them. They came from dawn and set up the stage.

‘Ara yelled at Ara because… ‘

It’s not just us who are having a hard time, but lying down on the floor saying you’re tired is not polite to others.

It must have been in that sense.

If I spoke directly to Jo Ara, I thought she wouldn’t listen to me like she always did when we were arguing over trivial things.

‘So you were yelling at me on purpose to be playful?’

Seongpil made an accurate judgment even though he could not see the scene in real time.

The moment he was about to call Joara.

“I really hate to admit it, but Shin A-reum, you’re right.”

Joara lightly jerked her waist, causing Seongpil to jump up. Seongpil was startled, no, slightly startled.

“It’s not right to not be able to extend the break time during a concert.”

“Oh, you were so surprised, Areum… … .”

Snow White cleared her throat.

Suddenly, Shin A-reum screamed in anger, and I thought she was going to grab someone and fight.

As a leader, I didn’t want to experience something like that, especially in this place where so many eyes were watching.

“Ugh.”

Seongpil sighed and playfully ruffled Shin A-reum’s hair. Shin A-reum laughed happily and tried to get away from his hands. Of course, she didn’t really get away.

“What if you yell like that? Everyone was surprised.”

“Yes… … . I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

Shin A-reum bent her waist 360 degrees and looked at Seong-pil with an expression that seemed to say, ‘Is that okay?’

Seongpil left the stage and returned to his original position. Hong Gyuheon was preparing to leave.

“Are you going?”

“Uh. Director Park?”

“I’ll go after I finish the kids.”

“Are you going to stay until the sun sets? We need to discuss reducing the number of people in the management team because of Director Park.”

“Haha… … I’ll just take a look and go.”

After Hong Gyu-heon left, Seong-pil once again got lost in rehearsal. He tried to empathize with the audience at every rehearsal stage.

‘……I don’t know.’

I have no idea if the audience will like it.

It’s different from when I was preparing the album and songs.

I don’t get the feeling that ‘this will work’.

Creators say that it is difficult to objectively know how others will react to their creations.

The current Sungpil was exactly like that.

Of course, Sungpil likes everything about the concert, but… … .

‘What about the fans?’

* * *

Kim Chae-hyun, on the verge of leaving the fandom!

During the palm hour, she was slumped against her desk and moaning meaninglessly.

A zombie-like ‘Eeeeeee’ sound spread. But no one paid any attention. Since the self-study session was about to end, everyone was busy chatting.

‘When will the Soviets come back…?’

The gap period has exceeded 10 months.

What on earth is it?

‘Did Garo Enter fail because it was small? If it’s going to fail, then it should have given all the money it earned to the Soviets and failed!’

No, are you going to fail because you can’t make money?

Kim Chae-hyun rubbed her cheek on the desk depressedly. Then she slowly raised her head and looked at the seat in front of her.

‘Soohyun… … .’

A few weeks ago, Baek Soo-hyun disappeared.

The teacher only told Baek Soo-hyun that he couldn’t come due to some circumstances, and didn’t give him any further information.

Kim Chae-hyun lost one of her friends to share fangirl stories with, so she felt less motivated to come to school.

‘Would I be mad because I compared my face with Samuel every day? But Soo-hyun, you were too much… … .’

A few weeks before Baek Soo Hyun disappeared, he used to compare his visuals with those of current idols and ask, “Don’t I look pretty?”

Of course, Kim Chae-hyun, who was so absurd that she even got her hair cut off, laughed bitterly, saying, “No way.”

‘Every time, Soo-hyun felt strangely offended, so I teased her more on purpose because it was fun… ‘

Was that really the problem?

Since ancient times, it has been said not to make light comments about someone’s appearance. Does that apply to good-looking people too?

‘It’s not like you’re making fun of a slim person by saying they’ve gained weight! Oh, right?’

Anyway, it was soon revealed why Baek Soo-hyun didn’t appear. It was after he showed up in Project For You Season 2.

It made no sense at all, but Kim Chae-hyun felt guilty at that time.

‘I tease you everyday by saying, ‘How can I compare you to current idols, you idiot, hahahaha,’ so did you really go out to be compared to them?!’

I’m not a cartoon character going to a martial arts competition to prove my strength… … .

The point was that Baek Soo-hyun was gone and he was lonely.

Kim Chae-hyun, who finished her school work, went home with her friend Lee Seon-ju. As she came out to the playground, she suddenly saw a space that she had recently stopped paying attention to.

“Seonju-ya.”

“huh?”

“Want to take a picture over there?”

It was the place where Joara took her graduation photos.

Kim Chae-hyun and Lee Seon-ju, who were really out of their minds, went to this school just because it was Jo A-ra’s alma mater.

But I haven’t been aware of it lately.

Lee Seon-ju took out the camera with a sly smile.

“I was wondering why my child has been so absent-minded lately, and it turns out it’s because of the Girls’ League.”

As the camera flash went off, Kim Chae-hyun’s figure, leaning back against the horizontal bar, was revealed in the darkness.

A few more pictures were taken like that.

“Yeah… … . Ten months… … is too long… … .”

It makes you wonder if the agency is using the money they earned from the Girls’ League to do other things.

“Do you want to try Caius too?”

“I really miss Soohyun.”

“But I think the Soviets will come back soon. That’s fortunate.”

“huh?”

“uh?”

Kim Chae-hyun and Lee Seon-ju looked at each other in silence. Kim Chae-hyun asked in a trembling voice.

“You’re coming back soon… …?”

“Uh… … Didn’t you see the bait posted on Twitter a few days ago?”

I haven’t seen it.

As Girls’ League’s hiatus grew longer, Kim Chae-hyun’s interest in K-pop was waning.

Naturally, I stopped logging into Twitter, but there was a rumor going around?

“What, what, is there some kind of insider leak?!”

“Just tell me!”

Lee Seon-ju shook off Kim Chae-hyun’s rough hands and found the tweet in question and showed it to her.

“This was posted by the Russian people… … .”

* * *

The door to the underground cafe run by Plekhanov flew open.

His friends from his military days (customers), who account for about 30% of his café’s sales, hurriedly got up as if reacting to the enemy attack.

“Ah, Rosa.”

After confirming that the sudden presence was not an enemy, the guests sat back down and enjoyed their coffee.

“Rosa, come in.”

Plekhanov put down his shovel and greeted Rosa. But Rosa’s expression was strange.

She was leaning against the doorframe, striking a strangely sexy pose, with a few strands of hair in her mouth.

‘Is it because the Girls’ League’s hiatus has been so long that they’re finally back?’

Plekhanov looked at Rosa, who was approaching him with a cat’s gait, with pity.

“Plekhanov, order whatever you want to drink.”

“What do I want to drink? You always lament that you’re a poor college student, so where does the money come from?”

“Haha, I… … .”

“Can I order 10 cups of the most expensive coffee beans?”

“People need to know their limits!”

Plekhanov poured himself a decent cup of coffee.

Rosa regained her composure and spoke with pride.

“I finally paid off all my debt to the agency!”

“Really! I can’t help but congratulate you!”

“Please give me some cake!”

“Are you just going to congratulate me with words?”

“… … .”

“Congratulations.”

“……thank you.”

Although it was just a congratulatory message, I was extremely happy.

Plekhanov was the same.

‘I was worried that I might have been scammed because I was suddenly cast as a model.’

You said you had to pay off your debt, fortunately, there was no such thing.

At least it sounded like the agency was back to normal.

“The world has finally recognized me.”

“How much was the debt?”

“At its peak it was 70 thousand rubles.”

The model’s initial operating funds are provided by the agency as a debt.

Models accumulate debt as they work, from airfare to auditions abroad and agency referral fees.

Rosa has finally paid off her debt and is starting to generate income.

“I thought my life was ruined, but then I saw light!”

“I believed.”

“You said you were going to destroy my company.”

“Because I thought you were being scammed!”

Plekhanov and Rosa toasted her success with coffee cups.

“Now all that’s left is to make money. And don’t be surprised. Where am I going to shoot?”

“france.”

“Sonna bakana (such a fool)?!”

“My intuition hasn’t died yet. Are you going to France to become a fashion model or something?”

“It’s probably an advertisement. They don’t give specific details. The thing is, the client really liked my profile the moment he saw it! He said it fit the image perfectly!”

Rosa bit a few strands of hair again and relaxed her eyes.

“Surely you didn’t take your profile picture like that?”

“What do you see in people?”

“Haha, really?”

“This is much more mind-blowing! It captures the spirit of Russia!”

“Oh my god… … .”

That’s how Rosa ended up boarding a plane to France to promote national prestige.

Upon arriving in France, she met with an employee of a French agency who had connections with the Russian agency she was affiliated with.

He informed Rosa of the schedule and helped her get around in her car.

‘Is this all about money?’

But this time, it’s not a debt, it’s a profit.

Rosa was more excited than usual.

The place we arrived at was a quiet street that didn’t live up to its reputation as a big city. There were open terraces set up by restaurants and cafes here and there.

Although there were few people, every place was romantic and eye-catching, as befits Paris’s reputation.

‘It’s warm!’

I was happy because it was warm and everything else was put aside.

Even if I were to lie down on the street like this and fall asleep, I don’t think I would freeze to death.

“Nice to meet you.”

The client, the video director, was Asian. In addition, the filming staff was all Asian.

After shaking hands with him, Rosa observed the busy scene preparing for filming.

‘With an Asian film crew, the setting is French, and the actors are Russian?’

It is truly a scene fit for the era of globalization.

Rosa received makeup from the styling staff. After changing clothes, she was given props to use in the photoshoot.

An Asian director gave her the script and explained it to her through an interpreter.

“Basically, there is no acting that requires a high level of expertise. Standing, running, walking. That’s all. But what you have to be careful about is creating a sense of tragedy. You have to look serious.”

Unfortunately, Rosa couldn’t focus on his explanation because she was distracted by the prop she had received.

‘Red flag… … .’

Up to this point, well, that could be possible.

I’ve heard it’s an advertisement, but there’s no rule that says you have to use the product you’re advertising. Just using props that show the image of the product may be enough.

‘But this, a purple handkerchief… … .’

Purple is the symbolic color of Jang Ha-yang of Girls’ League. Although it is not officially recognized by the company, it is often associated with Jang Ha-yang in music videos.

The stylist had tied a purple handkerchief around Rosa’s right shoulder.

‘You’re wearing a purple handkerchief on your right shoulder?’

I’ve seen it somewhere.

No, I can tell you for sure where I saw it.

‘In the teaser for the Long For music video, Hayang was holding a handkerchief on her right shoulder in the exact same position.’

It’s so exquisite.

What on earth is this… … .

The next prop was Hwalongjeomjeong.

“Please hold this in your other hand.”

Purple tulips.

At this point, it’s impossible not to know.

Rosa held a tulip and a flag in her hands and asked in a slightly trembling voice.

“Director… … Uh, what should I call you?”

The interpreter said.

“He asked me to call him ‘Joe.’”

“Yes, Director Cho. This, that… … .”

“Is there anything that concerns you?”

Rosa bit her lip, then shook her head.

“no.”

The filming continued for a little over an hour.

As Jo Jeong-hoon said, it was because there were no scenes that required expertise, and Rosa also performed her role well.

“Wow, that Russian guy is really good at controlling emotions.”

“Yeah. It seems like you know our story.”

“Is it because our looks match?”

“Right? I got a feel for it as soon as I saw your profile.”

The conversation between Coach Cho and his team members was in Korean, so Rosa couldn’t hear it.

Rosa was getting ready to go back after finishing the shoot. As she was about to change into her original clothes and leave, her eyes were drawn to the things on the prop table.

A red flag, a purple handkerchief, and a few tulips.

“… … .”

Rosa took out her cell phone and quickly took a picture of it.

“Thank you for your hard work, Rosa.”

“Yes, thank you so much today, Director!”

After saying hello, she got into her agent’s car and headed to the airport. The agent said that she had some time left so she could do some sightseeing, but Rosa didn’t have the presence of mind to do that.

Rosa contacted Plekhanov through a chat app.

[Is this it?]

[What is it?]

[These are the props I used for filming. No matter how I look at them… … .]

It looks like Girls’ League is filming a music video.

There is no other explanation.

An Asian director comes all the way to France, uses a large crew, and uses Russian models as actors? It definitely can’t be a simple fan video shoot.

It must have been something that required a lot of capital.

Filming idol content requires a lot of capital… … .

“That’s definitely true.”

russia.

A regular customer at the café who heard Plekhanov’s explanation. Rosa couldn’t figure out why, but he was called a ‘propagandist’ among Plekhanov’s colleagues.

His eyes lit up.

“Could you please send me that photo, Plekhanov?”

“Where are you going to use it?”

“Yes, because I wanted to take a closer look.”

Plekhanov handed over the photo without any suspicion.

The propagandist’s statement that he wanted to take a closer look was a lie.

He was addicted to social media.

‘If you post this on Twitter, it will definitely get over 10,000 retweets!’

The propaganda officer posted a series of tweets saying, “It looks like the Girls’ League is preparing for a comeback!” and even attached photos as evidence.

As he expected, the number of retweets steadily increased.

What was once shared only within the Russian K-pop community has now spread beyond borders to people all over the world.

A ghost is haunting Twitter.

The specter of ‘Girls League comeback’.