Producer with no Regrets - Chapter 367



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Episode 367

Jang Ha-yang was dumbfounded.

It was like that the whole time I was lying in the break room.

The younger brother line went out, Seongpil went out, and Jang Ha-yang lay down quietly to rest.

An ice pack was placed on his forehead.

The staff continued to massage my whole body.

The fan wind cools the hot body.

I’m just dazed.

“Mr. White!”

The staff shouted in surprise.

Only then did Jang Ha-yang realize that he had raised his upper body. Judging by the singing coming through the wall, there was only a little time left until preparations. That was why he had unconsciously stood up.

Jang Ha-yang looked at his appearance.

Fortunately, the stylists had already changed his clothes while he was still unconscious after collapsing.

“pants.”

“yes?”

“Please put on the pants and top properly.”

The staff hesitated for a moment, but soon strengthened their resolve and granted Jang Ha-yang’s request.

All Baekseol could do was look at her with concern. All she could do was hope that her beloved younger sister would get better, even if only a little.

Jang Ha-yang lay down and touched the ground.

Her crawling appearance, like that of a four-legged animal, meant that her condition was by no means good.

Jang Ha-yang tried to get up on her own two feet. Jang Ha-yang barely managed to raise her upper body while leaning on her unsteady legs, like a newborn baby goat shaking its legs.

“Hayang-ah!”

Baek Seol-ha barely managed to catch him as he was about to fall over and be slammed into the wall.

“Ha, Hayang, you can’t do this. I’ll go instead.”

What are you going to do instead?

Jang Ha-yang was too weak to say anything out loud. He could only barely get up with the help of Baek Seol-ha.

Jang Ha-yang came out of the break room.

The waiting staff looked in that direction with a glimmer of hope. And then immediately despaired.

“Help me!”

The emergency staff behind Jang Ha-yang said.

Several other staff members came to take care of Jang Ha-yang.

They put an ice pack on his neck, fanned him, and even gave him an oxygen mask when he started having trouble breathing.

Jang Ha-yang checked on the staff members who were helping her one by one with her eyes drooping from fatigue.

‘sorry.’

This is something that happened because of Jang Ha-yang’s greed.

It happened out of a very right feeling as a musician to satisfy his fans.

It was a mindset that could be called exemplary among musicians, but it was not a professional mindset.

‘I’m so sorry.’

Jang Ha-yang took a step forward while being supported. Then, his upper body tilted forward sharply.

If there had been no support, he would have fallen.

“It’s okay, okay. Let me go.”

“Huh? No, if I let go… … .”

“You have to get used to it.”

You have to get used to this pain.

Jang Ha-yang was accustomed to many kinds of pain.

I am confident that I have experienced most of the pain that a human being can experience: being right, being hungry, being embarrassed.

That’s why I realized a long time ago that in order to do something with pain, you must first become accustomed to the pain.

“Let go, please.”

The staff member who was supporting her had no choice but to break away from Jang Ha-yang due to her strong tone.

In that state, Jang Ha-yang took one more step forward.

I was in so much pain that tears welled up in my eyes. It felt like every muscle in my body was on strike.

‘Oh, it was something like this.’

This used to happen a lot in the old days.

‘My body was originally like this.’

What was different from the old days was that I couldn’t lie on the floor and feel the pain.

You can’t faint or fall down.

You have to keep walking.

After walking a few more steps, Jang Ha-yang began to pray earnestly.

‘Please, please, I wish I could just faint like this. Please just fall down… … .’

I want to just sit on the floor and breathe. Even then, the pain won’t go away, but it won’t be any more painful than this.

Jang Ha-yang took another step forward.

This time I’m really annoyed.

‘Why is my body so weak? I worked out so hard, but it can’t even handle this?’

When the frustration isn’t resolved internally, it turns outward. To the dozens of people staring at you.

‘What are you looking at… … Am I… … so strange… …?’

Everyone looks at him with pity or with awe.

That’s not very appealing.

I wish everyone would just turn their backs on me. Then I wouldn’t have to see such a miserable sight.

“Mr. Hayang, if you decide to come, you can’t stand on stage.”

The stage manager stopped him.

“I can do it.”

“Is this the appearance of a person who can do this?”

embrace.

know.

No one knows themselves better than themselves.

So please get out of my way, I’m dying of annoyance.

“It’s my body. I know it best. I can do it.”

“but…….”

“There are so many people helping me. And out there… … .”

I kept my mouth shut for a moment.

There are… … fans out there.

Because of the fans… … .

‘Do I have to suffer like this?’

Do I really have to endure this kind of pain that feels like I’m going to die? Can’t I just postpone one or two stages? I think I’ll be fine if I just rest a little bit, just a little bit.

If the fans love you, they can understand that much… … .

“… … There are fans waiting for me.”

Jang Ha-yang was surprised that he said that.

The body, mind, and spirit are playing completely separately, so they can move.

“Sister, are you okay… …!”

The younger siblings look on in surprise.

Jang Ha-yang reached out to the staff member next to him. He took a towel, wiped the cold sweat covering his neck and face, and hugged his younger siblings as if he was about to collapse.

‘Because of you guys… … .’

Standing on stage.

To avoid ruining the Girls’ League.

no.

‘Thanks to you guys.’

You can stand on stage.

Jang Ha-yang released the hug without saying anything and passed by her younger siblings.

“Haa, haa, haa.”

I suck in air until my throat starts to go hoarse, but it doesn’t calm down at all.

Could it be that all the hemoglobin flowing in the blood has disappeared, and that is why oxygen is not being delivered? Could it be that I am sick?

My hands and feet are shaking so much that it’s hard to even stand.

It’s really hard.

I want to run away.

I want to faint.

I feel like I’m going to die… … .

“ah.”

Jang Ha-yang’s head turned white.

A beautiful light spreads across the field of vision.

I walk slowly, entranced by the light.

Like a moth flying towards a flame.

He stood up straight and moved forward as if all the pain he had felt until just now was a lie.

‘I am.’

I kept walking just to see this.

‘Welcoming me with a smile on my face… … .’

Fans.

3,000 lights.

It warmly illuminates my heart.

‘The reason I can be an idol.’

Amidst the cheers, Jang Ha-yang opened his mouth.

I couldn’t even hear any music.

“When I die.”

I didn’t feel any pain.

“Please write your name on the tombstone.”

He devoted all his energy solely to his fans.

* * *

A purple comet crosses Jang Ha-yang’s back.

A meteor shower falls.

Jang Ha-yang danced and sang among the stars. It was so beautiful that Kim Chae-hyun covered her mouth and shed tears of joy.

‘Ha-yang, I know how much effort you put in to get to this point. I know it well. I’ve been seeing how you’ve been doing every day. Ever since you were a trainee.’

[No need to wipe it

Please just write your name.]

‘Do you know? Hayang unnie uploaded more photos from the practice room than the other members. That’s what she meant, right? That she’s practicing hard. That she’s definitely not being lazy. So I want you to know that. That she’s sorry for not being able to show you a good side of herself. That she’ll work harder. I really liked that side of her.’

[The person you loved

[What am I saying to you?]

‘I hope my unnie won’t get hurt by the words of the malicious commenters. Like she’s a flower screen chosen only for her face. Like it’s too obvious that she can’t sing or dance. Like she only knows how to be lazy because she relies on her face. Useless words like that. I kept fighting when I saw those malicious comments. But, I know. My unnie is the most wanted in the group. I know that too… ‘

[The person you loved

Why you loved.]

‘But, you work harder than anyone else, right? You try new singing techniques like you did with Epitaph. You learn dancing separately from Ara. You’re also passionate about rapping. You even write the lyrics yourself. You wrote the lyrics for this song, too. I want to continue to support a star like you who constantly polishes herself to shine, rather than a shining star from the beginning. No, even a satellite pretending to be a star is fine.’

[I want to know

That will do.]

‘Even when my sister posted about her family history, people who didn’t know anything criticized her, saying that she was just trying to get attention. But I thought my sister was an amazing person. I think it’s really amazing that she had the courage to put her wounds out there and endure them until they form a scab.’

[When I die, on my tombstone

Please write your name.]

‘For some reason, my sister always seemed to lack confidence. That’s probably why she kept trying. I want to always, no matter what happens, support my sister. I want to make my sister happy. Whenever I see my sister happy, I become so happy too… . . . ‘

[Beyond the dark soil

You show]

‘I wish you could forget all about your dark past. I really want to let you know. You are a person who is overflowing with love. And hard work is always rewarded. Sister, you are… … .’

[I want to see you

I want to hear from you.]

‘My sister is… … .’

Jang Ha-yang steps on the wire platform. He steps on it and flies up.

Jang Ha-yang in purple clothes flutters beautifully in the air like flower petals.

Purple flower petals flutter down from the ceiling. Jang Ha-yang flies between them.

Thousands of people look up in amazement.

[Beyond the cold soil

Warm you directly]

Kim Chae-hyun looks ahead.

Jang Ha-yang is flying around.

A purple stranger riding the summer breeze and blending into the blue sky. It stands out among countless flower petals, and it seems as if it will travel the sky forever.

The petals are getting closer and closer and are smiling. Finally, she takes a tulip out of her pocket and holds it out to me.

To Kim Chae-hyun, I give it to you.

[Because you are still my love.]

Kim Chae-hyun accepted the tulip with trembling hands. Then she smiled while shedding tears.

Seeing that, Jang Ha-yang also smiles. Her face shows emotion.

She couldn’t say that she had captured the emotion that fit the song. She was caught up in her emotions.

That sight was also very beautiful.

It was just beautiful.

Kim Chae-hyun smiled brightly after receiving the tulips.

‘You will always be my idol.’

There can be no idol in the true sense of the word.

The reason people are drawn to idols is because they want to meet the idol in their hearts while watching the idol.

Idols are a mirror to see one’s own ideal self.

Kim Chae-hyun stretched out tulips toward a distant utopia. She came here because she admired her. Kim Chae-hyun waved tulips toward the future she wanted to reach someday.

‘forever…….’

Kim Chae-hyun sees her future.

A shabby flower that always strives to become a star, strong, upright, and beautiful.

I look at her, rooted in the earth but looking only at the sky.

Idol.

* * *

Kim Min-ju gently picked up the purple petals that had fallen gently on her shoulder.

“It was an artificial flower.”

Kim Min-ju raised her head.

Purple petals were raining down from the ceiling.

It may be an illusion, but it seemed like a fragrant flower scent was spreading throughout the concert hall.

It may not be just because of the harmony poured into the production.

She turned her eyes forward. She saw the mythical sight of Jang Ha-yang singing in the sky. If a muse descended from the sky and sang, it would be like this, she thought, even in a silly way.

“It would be perfect, of course. If it were real flower petals, it wouldn’t even cost millions of won.”

Erica said dryly, but there was a hint of amazement in her voice.

I don’t know who thought of it, but it’s such a beautiful sight.

Who on earth planned this kind of production?

Performance planning company?

I have a feeling that won’t be the case.

‘Is it Director Park?’

Erica looked down the second floor railing.

Thousands of spectators looked up in awe, as if looking at a descending angel.

‘You should have seen this on the first floor.’

If you look at this stage from the second floor, you will briefly meet Jang Ha-yang flying in the sky.

It is inevitable that the sacred aura will be diminished even a little.

Erica looked up again and looked at Jang Ha-yang. Jang Ha-yang was holding on to the wire and looking down with a happy face.

Her face filled the screen. Thanks to this, even her thick tears were clearly visible.

[Everyone, I’m so happy. Thank you for coming.]

Jang Ha-yang took out a purple tulip from her bosom.

The audience, who had been blankly watching the descent of the goddess, stretched out their arms one by one.

Although Garo Enter strongly requested that information about the concert not be revealed, it had no choice but to spread.

So on the second day, some of the stage gimmicks were revealed.

This event was one of them.

Ginger muttered absentmindedly.

“I wish I could receive flowers.”

“What are you going to do with it?”

“yes?”

“No, I was just asking out of pure curiosity.”

Ginger rested her chin on her hand and pondered Kim Min-joo’s question.

“It’s a blacksmith that’s being sold at a second-hand market for 200,000 won.”

“This is really too much… … .”

“Come. Come this way.”

Jin So-yu spoke as if she was stirring up a match.

She had already gotten up from her seat, even though she was probably several dozen meters away from Jang Ha-yang.

Jin So-yu’s face relaxed. Just looking at her face, you’d think a knight on a white horse had appeared and handed her a rose.

“Hayang… … .”

Jin So-yu stretched out her hand faintly.

The other members of Kaius watched Jang Ha-yang’s path closely.

3D wire flying is a technique that allows you to fly in the air by adjusting the length of the wires connected to the four corners. So, if you can see the four wires above the wire handle that Jang Ha-yang is holding on to shrink and expand, you can also figure out the path.

“Oh, really, come this way… … .”

At that moment, the members of Kaius were speechless.

Jang Ha-yang looks at me from among the flower petals and smiles.

That alone created an unrealistic aura that enveloped the world.

It was a fantastic smile that even raised such fundamental questions as how a single human being could have such a huge presence.

Jang Ha-yang with that smile.

“Hayang-ah… … This kind of event for me… … .”

As he approached, he turned to the side.

The person who received Jang Ha-yang’s tulip was an audience member sitting about 10 meters to the left of Caius. The audience member was so happy to receive the tulip that he covered his face and cried.

Jang Ha-yang blew a kiss to the audience and walked away.

“… … .”

Jin So-yu glared at him coldly and then took a step forward.

“No way! Why are you doing that!”

“May, lend me some money. 200,000 won.”

“Isn’t it obvious that it won’t sell?!”

* * *

The atmosphere backstage was not good.

Everyone was happy that Jang Ha-yang’s stage was over, but what was her condition like…?

“Thank you for your effort!”

Jang Ha-yang entered backstage, bowing deeply to her backup dancers.

There was no sign of fatigue or pain in her.

That is, Jang Ha-yang looked very healthy.

“Hayang, are you okay… …?”

Baek Seol-ha approached Jang Ha-yang and asked worriedly.

Jang Ha-yang smiled faintly and drew a V sign over her eyes.

“How was the stage of the face genius Jang Ha-yang?”

“Oh, doesn’t it hurt?”

“Ahaha! Yes, it doesn’t hurt. I feel so good when I see you, unnie.”

“Uh, yeah?”

“You’re cute, sis.”

Jang Ha-yang gently stroked Baek Seol-ha’s bangs.

“As expected, a genius at cuteness.”

“… … .”

Snow White fell to her knees, her legs giving out.

The emergency staff said that if Jang Ha-yang’s condition persists, it will take 30 minutes.

Fortunately, his condition seemed to have improved during the performance.

“Sister, are you really okay?”

Jo Ara asked with a trembling voice. The way she approached with clumsy steps made anyone who saw her mistake it for Jo Ara, not Jang Ha-yang, who was sick.

Jang Ha-yang hugged Jo A-ra tightly as if trying to take away all her worries.

“Yeah, thanks for worrying about me. I’m okay now. And I’m sorry for worrying you. I won’t do that on the remaining stages.”

Jo Ara hugged Jang Ha-yang.

“Sister, you’ve always been the one who makes people worry… … .”

“Ahaha, sorry. Please forgive me, I’m a face genius.”

“Don’t use that word… … . If my sister is a face genius, then Rika would be a face idiot… … .”

“… … ???”

Rika let out the final words, “Ara-chan, how could you say something like that to me!” and then collapsed on the floor.

“But why are your legs like that, unnie?”

“huh?”

When Shin A-reum asked, Jang Ha-yang looked at her legs.

Her right thigh, revealed under her disco pants, was shaking like a motorcycle engine.

“hmm?”

Jang Ha-yang tried to stop the shaking by strengthening her thighs.

But it doesn’t take much strength.

My muscles don’t listen to me.

She looked at the emergency staff in thought.

“This, cramps?”

The emergency staff rushed to Jang Ha-yang, who immediately fell to the floor and grabbed her thigh.

“Ughhhh! Ughhh… … Ah, it hurts so much… … !”

Everything has a price.

Jang Ha-yang learned it firsthand today.

* * *

When the VCR footage featuring Jo Ara as the main character came on, Ginger couldn’t hide her excitement.

Joara’s concept was the Russian Revolution.

There was a scene where Jo Ara, wearing an idolish suit, looked out the window at a procession of people marching.

Kim Min-joo said teasingly as she watched Ginger immersed in the video.

“Is it because you come from a socialist country that you really like revolution?”

“So you don’t like it… … . Was it related in the first place?”

“That’s relevant. Weren’t you just learning some revolutionary spirit or something?”

“This is racist!”

“Why did you ask if I just learned it?”

“The nuance is discriminatory! In the first place, I… … .”

Ginger chewed her lip to hide her embarrassment.

“I didn’t really… … receive any kind of education… … .”

Ginger came from a poor peasant family.

I couldn’t even attend a school that provided proper public education.

Although I went to a school for migrant workers, it was a place that could hardly be called a school.

The teachers were all volunteers, and they made us do labor rather than teach us anything.

Ginger used to do things like stringing dried chicken or fish and hanging them outside the window at school.

It was only fairly recently that Ginger was able to write decent text in Chinese characters.

“Democracy.”

Erica took the extreme martial arts stance with lots of affection. Then she cutely patted Kim Min-joo on the head.

“That’s really discrimination. Are you going to ask me if I received imperial education?”

“Then, then I really seem like a bad kid… … .”

“You’re a bad kid. Apologize to Ginger quickly.”

Kim Min-ju awkwardly apologized while rubbing Ginger’s back.

“sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s not because of Minju’s lack of understanding and ignorance. I don’t want to blame you for that. I’m a broad-minded person.”

“Look at this guy?”

As the small talk ended, the VCR footage also ended.

Ginger expressed her anticipation with great anticipation.

“Next up is definitely Ara’s solo stage! Considering the setlist that’s been released so far, it’s obvious that ‘Dance With Me’ will be performed! Ara dances well!”

“know.”

Ginger smiled proudly as Kim Min-joo readily admitted it.

‘Joara, she dances well.’

When you watch idol group dances, there is a member who stands out.

There are always one or two people who stand out and have dancing skills that are hard to hide even in a group setting.

Even though individuality must be suppressed and unity must be achieved, one’s original skills are not obscured.

Joara was one of those people, and Kim Min-ju had already recognized her skills.

“You must have focused on the dance performance, right? The song “Joa” is kind of like that.”

Ginger was about to refute, but then nodded reluctantly.

“Of course, Ara’s vocals are lacking in some areas. However, her dancing skills are so great that they compensate for all of that. And ‘Dance With Me’ itself is a song created for dance performance.”

“You know so much.”

“Everyone, it’s good to see you all! This is a dance you’ll never forget in your life!”

“Hey, aren’t you exaggerating too much? There are a lot of people in our company who are as good as Jo Ara… .”

“Take that back immediately!”

“Didn’t your pronunciation just get slurred?”

“What the hell are you talking about? It would be better for your health to cancel quickly without beating around the bush!”

Then the lights exploded and lit up the stage.

As Ginger had expected, Joara was standing in the center.

“Ara’s ‘Dance with Me’… …!”

Ginger was speechless.

Joara was wearing clothes that made it hard to imagine her dancing.

She was wearing a wide shirt that flowed softly like a cypress tree over a black leather skirt. She was holding only a handheld microphone.

He had more of a vocalist’s appearance than a dancer’s.

“Wow, that’s Ara! Dancing in such uncomfortable clothes… …!”

The moment Ginger was about to put up a desperate shield, Joara caught her emotions and brought the microphone to her lips to sing.

The members of Kaius looked at Ginger blankly.

Ginger paused for a few seconds like a broken machine, then suddenly began clapping.

“Ara-ssi is also a good singer! Everyone, listen carefully!”

“I guess what they mean by ‘cloudy eyes and cloudy ears’ is referring to you.”

“Take that back immediately! Ara is the perfect idol!”

“Isn’t your concept to ignore pronunciation? And why have you been speaking informally to me since earlier!”

Joara’s vocal performance has begun.

After a few seconds, Jin So-yu spoke in a low voice.

“What kind of confidence did you have?”

“Those words… … !”

When Jin So-yu glared at her, Ginger shut her mouth wide. Kim Min-ju laughed as if she was dumbfounded.

“Are you saying that you’re mad because there’s a bit of an age difference between you and me? No, how many years is the age difference between us?”

“6 years old is too high… … .”

“No, don’t you think it’s strange?”

Jin So-yu pointed at Jo Ara with her index finger, seemingly not caring about the age issue.

No, pointing was too sanitized an expression.

Jin So-yu swore at Jo Ara.

“What kind of confidence is that, really?”

Jin So-yu had no intention of hurting Ginger. She had no intention of insulting Jo Ara. She was just expressing her true feelings.

Ginger had no words to say, so she just looked at Joara sadly.

‘Ara, why are you doing this?’

Why did you bring out ‘Dance With Me’ as a vocal performance… … .

It seemed like it wasn’t just the members of KARA who were flustered, as the excitement spread through the audience as well.