Producer with no Regrets - Chapter 365



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Episode 365

“What? It’s already been 30 minutes?”

When Yoo Yong-tae spoke in surprise, Lee Seon-ju screamed.

“How long has it been, oppa? Don’t say things like that!”

“Huh, huh?”

“Take that watch off right now! I don’t want to know how much time is left!”

Yoo Yong-tae took off his wristwatch hesitantly and put it in his pocket.

Well, it’s not a good habit to come here to have fun and check the time periodically.

A VCR video was playing on the screen.

Rika was seen sitting at a wooden round table with the nobles, agonizing.

‘It’s so unbelievably pretty.’

If he had only seen Rica through video, Yoo Yong-tae would have suspected that the video had been excessively edited.

But when I saw it in person, I realized that the video did not capture the real thing at all.

“Eww! Eww! Eww!”

Yoo Yong-tae turned his body to the side slightly, feeling a little scared of Lee Seon-ju. He was worried that she might get in trouble.

Rika seemed determined and ran out of the conference room with a knife in her hand. With that, the VCR footage ended.

“In terms of time, it’s talk time, right?”

“Yes, maybe.”

Lee Sun-joo was still struggling with Rika’s beauty. She kept saying things like ‘lips… … nails… …’, and Yoo Yong-tae was extremely scared.

“Even if it’s a mini game… … .”

At that moment, a straight line of light shone down on the center of the stage, which had been covered in darkness.

Someone was standing behind the DJ table with her head bowed. People could guess who it was, but the hat and mask made it hard to tell.

Soon, as she slowly raised her head, the cheers that had been vaguely spreading became one and echoed throughout the concert hall.

“lee……!”

[All people stand up!]

Yoo Yong-tae jumped up as if it was natural. Lee Seon-ju was still sitting in her seat and looked at Yoo Yong-tae in confusion.

“Oh, brother?”

“Coming.”

“What is it?”

Yoo Yong-tae clenched his fists in anticipation. He knew this sight, this situation.

‘Because I experienced it at the fan meeting too!’

This is Rika’s DJ stage.

In comparison, Lee Seon-ju seemed to be hesitating.

Of course, I knew that Rika was composing, and I had a rough idea of ​​what she would do since she was behind the DJ table.

‘But at the concert?’

Lee Sun-joo didn’t know what a DJ’s stage was like, so she couldn’t decide how to respond to Rika’s declaration.

[Stand… …]

Rika raised her hand high into the air and immediately slammed it down on the table.

The bass struck everyone’s heart without exception, a huge resonance that struck like lightning.

It’s a sound too heavy to be expressed as thump. Kwung, it approaches with a heavy and strong force, as if the heart is being dug by a fingernail.

The bass rings out to a regular beat.

[up!]

The base gradually accelerates.

Only then did Lee Seon-ju stand up from her seat. Soon, everyone in the audience stood up.

Get up, what should I do now?

Rika nodded as if to show it to me. It was a way to keep the beat from top to bottom, without any effort.

People followed suit, watching each other’s reactions.

Rika took off her mask and showed a bright smile. She took the microphone off the stand next to her and brought it to her mouth.

[Hello, this is Rica!]

She took her hands off the table and slightly bobbed her upper body to the beat.

There was magic in that movement.

Everyone moved the same way.

We enjoyed the rhythm together, as if we were in sync with the bass.

[If you search for idol songs on the music charts, haven’t you seen that? For example, if it’s a Chaos song, it’s something like ‘Chaos Remix by Who Who’! I didn’t know why that was there!]

Brass adds to the tension as the sound continues. Rika continues talking.

[No matter how many times I listen to it, it’s not better than the original, so why do they insist on releasing a remix? Who makes it? I asked our company’s composer later! Why do these kinds of songs come about? He told me!]

It’s made for dancing in clubs.

Lee Sun-joo nodded. She also occasionally watched K-pop remix versions made by someone she didn’t even know who the DJ was.

Of course I hadn’t heard of it.

[Ah, so that’s why you keep releasing remixes! I was surprised! But Sonna (like that)!]

A clear and refreshing sound like a xylophone was added. The physical collision sound that ate electronic sound was pleasant to listen to at first glance.

New instruments are being added more and more.

[There aren’t any remixes of our songs! I asked why! So the composer said… ]

The fact that remix versions are made for clubs is proof of a trend. Even if it’s a lyrical song, if it’s popular, a remix version is definitely made.

Unfortunately, there is no Girls’ League remix… … .

[There are still some shortcomings! But I can’t accept that! It’s just that DJs don’t know our charm! So… … .]

Rika lightly pressed the pad.

Then, the Girls’ League’s debut song, “Ani,” started to flow. As Rika manipulated the pad a few more times, electronic sounds began to build up one by one to “Ani.”

[I’m the first in the world! Right here, right now! Let’s remix it! Come on, everyone, enjoy it! Dance to your heart’s content!]

A 10-minute long remix epic.

Arranged performance.

[Listen! Atashi’s artistry!]

Improvisation.

* * *

Dong-ha Kwon, the leader of the band ‘Debbie’, stood on the session bench and looked at Rika.

Since he was close to where the speakers were, he was able to get a head-on look at the blasting waves of EDM.

And all the while listening to Rika’s improvisation, he couldn’t help but be moved.

[There are many ways to enjoy music. Let’s start with the grand way!]

A skin-shaking electronic sound spreads out as thousands of lightning bolts race towards the ground.

The anticipation builds as the sound of people applauding behind the scenes supports the performance.

The typical and traditional build-up made even Kwon Dong-ha, who is an EDM novice, think, ‘This is the highlight.’

[Drop the Base!]

The mood of the song changed in an instant as Rika quickly moved the controller, scratching it with her long fingers.

The melody was thoroughly filled with sounds that seemed to have pushed the human voice to its limits.

[Okay, not the worst!]

Rika stood in front of the controller for a while, as if to prove that this was not the recorded version.

[The drops are bigger! Bigger!]

The sound went up by 2 decibels.

‘Ani’, arranged with intense electronic sounds, made people dance unconsciously.

‘Is this a concert hall or a club?’

If only the songs Rika composed had been played live, people would have just sat there and listened.

Among these people, only a few have ever attended an EDM festival or a DJ performance.

Even though they didn’t know how to enjoy this kind of performance, they jumped and shook their bodies to the beat excitedly, and it was only because of Rika.

‘DJing and dancing… … .’

After manipulating the controller, Rika smiled with satisfaction and immediately shook her body.

It wasn’t what you would call an idol’s dance. She simply expressed her inner joy by stomping her feet and nodding her head.

Like I’m so excited about this moment I can’t stand it.

The happiness was transmitted to the audience, and they couldn’t help but dance.

[I don’t like this effector. Try a different effector!]

The song has undergone many transformations.

The song that came out wasn’t just ‘No’. It had been a long time since they moved on to the next representative song of Girls’ League, ‘Long For’.

As the song changed, the tempo also changed.

The build-up was exquisitely distributed between explosive drops and brief pauses.

‘This is EDM, a DJ performance.’

It was a completely different nature from the traditional star stage, where they threw their results to the audience below the stage as if they were bestowing grace.

DJs become one with the audience through music.

The audience dances and becomes creators of another art form, separate from the DJ.

I am not satisfied with just listening and being enthusiastic.

‘Really… … .’

Kwon Dong-ha realized that he was unconsciously rolling his feet.

‘You look like an artist.’

Rika was proving her creativity here.

* * *

Rika fell into a state of ecstasy.

A DJ table, a controller-filled sound control interface.

Her hands automatically moved to the hundreds of buttons. She instinctively knew what effect would sound best.

And when they are satisfied with the results, they get up from the table and start dancing happily again.

‘ah…….’

Rika fell into an inexplicable ecstasy.

‘I’m happy… … .’

It seems as if all the light of the times that has been sucked out of the world for 21 years is being spit out at this very moment.

I feel myself becoming more and more empty.

But I’m not afraid of emptiness.

Because the light of the times can be filled again.

Through the filter of her artistry and talent, Rika transformed the nutrients that the times had indiscriminately planted into jewels and scattered them in all directions.

‘You can go further, further.’

Rika changed the song to ‘Arabesque’. As if she had been waiting, she changed most of the tracks and sounds, changed new effectors, and added new ones.

I’m excited.

I’m so excited I can’t sit still.

She didn’t dance to fill a performance. She danced because she wanted to dance.

‘My evil thoughts flow straight from God.’

Brahms.

‘Great improvisers are like priests. They think only of God.’

Stefan Grappelli.

‘What we play is life.’

Louis Armstrong.

Many artists have left famous quotes about their creations. These words, which may seem arrogant, make us think that a genius is truly a genius.

Rica was like that too.

It was like that until I stood in this place.

‘I could do this too. No, artists can do anything.’

Memorizing the given choreography and practicing the song are of course great and valuable tasks.

But these moments are also absolutely necessary for artists.

The moment when your creativity is confirmed.

‘This is what creation is, this is what creation is.’

Rika ran her trembling fingers over several buttons. Each time she pressed a button, the song changed dramatically, and improved dramatically.

Rika transformed her talent from intellectual essence to a splendid and intense vitality, a momentary joy.

There was no calculation there.

Rika was a possessed priest.

Dionysus and Apollo simultaneously recite poetry to her head.

‘This is a human.’

Are humans no different from beasts?

Not at all.

At this moment, Rika was so sure.

No beast of burden digs hundreds of meters underground to mine uranium and use nuclear fission to create energy.

No beast writes thousands of pages on the problems of human existence and life.

No beast of burden ever gets into a state of ecstasy by artificially creating music in front of a DJ controller.

‘I reached it.’

Rika heard the sound of stars.

Long ago, Rika said to Seongpil.

There are no stars in the night sky.

At that time, Seongpil said.

There is a star next to you.

There is definitely a star of the future here.

‘I got to the point.’

The essence of humanity, creation.

Rika hears the sound of the stars.

Your own voice.

Rika confirmed that she was a star.

And she prepares to descend.

Press the fire button.

Kawaii bass song, ‘Love Mirror’.

* * *

A star is falling.

Erica felt that way.

A word used synonymously with the chorus or highlight of pop music, called a drop in EDM.

I didn’t realize that the word ‘drop’ fit so well with EDM.

I realize it anew.

The sound Rika creates comes down from the dark ceiling, penetrates people’s heads, and brings enlightenment.

‘Did Rika make this…?’

Erica moved her stiff neck and looked left and right. The cheering sticks people were holding were brightening and dimming like variable stars in the night sky.

No, the cheering stick isn’t flashing.

People’s bodies swaying to the beat obscures and then reveals the light.

Thousands of people.

‘There are 3,000 people dancing together… … .’

Erica, who had been standing up out of courtesy, clasped her hands together and bit her lips.

Looking down, I saw that my feet were slightly disheveled. It was a sign that I had rolled my feet a few times without realizing it.

There were times when I was so excited that I nodded my head to the beat a few times.

It’s just nice to listen to.

Thinking like that, Erica fell into an uncontrollable gloom.

‘me too…….’

Erica looked into her empty palm. A blurry shape appeared there.

It was a guitar.

‘me too…….’

I remember when I composed my own song with Baek Seol-ha in ‘Music Companionship’.

It was an embarrassing result compared to the production team of KS Entertainment. That’s why Erika was embarrassed to be filmed making that song.

But thinking back, I wonder if there has ever been a time when it was that enjoyable.

Playing guitar, creating melodies, and humming things that might just end up in the world as songs.

‘I can do it too… … .’

Erica waved her hands weakly.

Because I know that day will never come.

KS Entertainment’s producing team.

As long as the machines that create success endure, Erica’s humble creativity will forever be overshadowed and unable to blossom.

Erica lifted her head and looked forward.

Rika raised both her arms and, with an expression that was not typical of idols, cried out, unable to contain her excitement.

[Did the people have fun?]

Is it necessary to ask?

You can tell by the way people’s backs are soaking wet with sweat.

[The God of Kawaii Bass!]

Rika took off her snapback and threw it into the audience.

[It was Ishikawa Rika!]

People sang praises to the possessed priest.