Producer with no Regrets - Chapter 374
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Episode 374
Seongpil and Joara took their seats hesitantly.
The number of students in the daily class was about 10 or so.
Originally, it would have been a peaceful atmosphere. However, with so many onlookers gathered outside the classroom, there was no trace of peace.
As an instructor, Ira had to take extraordinary measures.
“I’m sorry. Everyone, please step aside.”
It was also Ira’s job to make sure the students were comfortable while taking the class. She slammed the door shut and pulled down the curtain on the small window in the door.
Ira returned to her original position and smiled brightly.
“Hello! I’m Ira, the instructor for this daily class!”
She said things like the song she was learning today was “High Pass” by the K-pop boy group Waypercent, and that it was easy choreography so not to worry.
Seiko heard the gist of the story.
And when it was time to relax, I said a quick hello to Seongpil next to me.
“Director Paku, it’s been a while.”
“Oh, yes. How are you?”
“sure.”
Seongpil didn’t know how to react.
‘If you came all the way here, I think you want to make some kind of connection with me.’
The promise to meet in five years did not really mean that we would only meet in five years.
It seemed that Seiko had no intention of just playing around during that time.
‘I thought you’d forget everything in 4 months… … .’
Seongpil felt happy and at the same time heavy pressure when he confirmed her feelings.
But surprisingly, Seiko didn’t pay any attention to Sungpil. She only exchanged greetings with Sungpil and then shifted her attention to Joara.
“Ara, right?”
Jo Ara, who had been looking shaky as if she had eaten something bad next to Seongpil, nodded her head, still shaky.
“You sing well, right?”
“… … ?”
Seongpil and Joara realized this after hearing those words.
The fact that Seiko is confusing the characteristics of Baekseolha and Joara.
“If I may give in a bit, can I compare it to when I was 19? I think it’s about that level of skill.”
No matter how you looked at it, it seemed like it was a remark that looked down on others. However, the two of them knew that it was Seiko’s way of praising her.
But whether it was praise or not, Seiko was confusing people.
Seongpil looked at Joara with concern.
She had a history of calling Seiko, who suddenly came to the practice room, “Auntie” and chasing her away in a hooligan tone.
There was no law that said it couldn’t be done now.
“Oh, well, I’m good at singing.”
Joara spoke in a gangster tone as she looked around.
‘Ara is sticking to the concept.’
I was worried that someone might know the Japanese concept of Girls’ League Joara’s speech, so I spoke to Seiko in the same way.
Actually, there was someone who knew Joara.
The woman, who still looked like a student, looked at Jo Ara with excitement as she spoke in a gangster-like tone.
But Seiko was the complete opposite. She flinched at Joara’s aggressive tone and looked frightened.
“What, what, what, you must have worked hard!”
Seiko continued to speak to Joara, her courage burning.
To Seongpil, it was like a student approaching a group of people he was interested in to make friends for the new semester.
“If you have any questions about the song, feel free to ask. Want to exchange lines?”
“… … .”
Joara looked at Seiko while doing leg splits under the guidance of instructor Joara.
Seiko, who was already having trouble doing the leg splits, froze even more at the sight of Joara’s gaze as they met head-on for the first time.
“Let’s focus on class.”
“Oh, oh, that’s right. Since you’ve come all this way. Oh, no, I came because I became interested in dancing. Will you be coming here often while you’re in Japan?”
Joara gave short answers to Seiko’s questions. But Seiko didn’t give up, and Sungpil, who was watching, was in agony.
“I’m confident in using my body. Well, I’m a Ga-hu. When it comes to art, I think I have talent in anything.”
“Wow, that’s amazing.”
“Yes, that’s great!”
Seongpil wanted to run away from here.
* * *
Ira was both surprised and delighted that Seiko had come to her class.
‘If you upload Seiko’s dance video, the number of views will be huge!’
Isn’t she the singer called Gahu?
If you upload a video of her dancing to Red One Studio’s iTube channel, it will definitely be seen by a lot of people.
Even people who aren’t interested in dancing might come here just because they are Seiko fans.
‘I can’t miss this golden opportunity!’
30 minutes later.
“Ugh, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, ugh… … .”
Seiko’s thin limbs trembled pitifully. She stood with her head against the wall, as if hanging on to it.
It was to avoid falling, but judging by his trembling legs, he looked like he might fall at any moment.
“… … .”
Ira looked at Seiko in disbelief. She had intended to encourage her to film a dance video while praising her even though her skills were a little lacking.
‘You can’t even move at all?’
It’s not that I can’t do it, I just don’t have the stamina.
Seiko danced for about 15 minutes with a relaxed expression. She smiled happily while sweating, and it seemed like she was enjoying dancing.
As a teacher, I was also happy.
But Seiko didn’t know her own physical strength. She thought that being tired and sweating a lot was what dancing was all about.
So I danced without knowing my limits, and the result was this.
“Ambulance… … . I’m, dying, dying… … .”
Seiko was disturbing the other students. Ira had no choice but to lead her to the break room and let her rest.
When she returned to the classroom, she looked very disappointed.
Seiko did not return until the end of the daily class, and the MVP of the class was decided.
“Student?”
This time it was Seongpil.
He was chatting with Joara with a refreshing expression, but he flinched when he heard Ira call him.
“I called you, sir.”
This time, Joara wasn’t as shocked as before. She even pushed Sungpil’s shoulder and encouraged him as if it was natural for him to be called.
“Take some nice pictures.”
“… … .”
It was taken beautifully.
So, the dance studio experience with Joara left me with wonderful memories this time as well.
“Sir, something is really suspicious?”
Jo Ara looked at Seongpil suspiciously as he came out after finishing filming.
“Is your hobby copying idol dances?”
“no.”
“But how… … .”
“I told you before. I just practiced a few to show off my skills.”
“Waypercent’s ‘Hi-Pass’ came out 5 months ago? Even if C-Ace’s ‘Addicted’ came out before, what’s the point of showing off your long-term skills?”
Seongpil was speechless.
I never thought Joara would remember such details.
As Seongpil kept delaying his answer, Jo Ara let out a mocking ‘Ha’.
“This guy is no good.”
“what?”
“If you wanted to show off your skills at the party, just say so. You practiced all this and still didn’t show it to me.”
It seems like Joara had a strange misunderstanding.
“Are you secretly going to some dance academy? Are you going to keep your passion for dancing a secret?”
“No, uh, I just got a little interested and tried practicing… … .”
For Jo Ara, who had been learning to dance for many years, excuses like, “I just danced” would not work.
So Seongpil could only come up with the lame excuse that he was interested.
“by yourself?”
“huh.”
“You’re not even going to show it to anyone?”
“……huh.”
“Where is that person? Is that the one you were practicing for the company outing?”
Joara already seemed convinced. Seongpil also decided that there was no point in making any more excuses.
You can’t answer by saying, ‘I practiced for some reason in my past life’…
“But why didn’t you do it?”
“Araya, you’re so persistent. Why wouldn’t you have done it? Everyone said they weren’t prepared, but I’m the only one who came forward… … .”
“What, do you think I’ll fall in love with you?”
It was something I said while remembering a conversation we had on the rooftop of our German lodgings while filming the concert VCR.
When Sungpil flinched, Joara raised the corners of her lips as if she couldn’t stand it anymore. Then, she burst into a cheerful laugh and slapped Sungpil on the shoulder.
“Just kidding.”
“You’re controlling your jokes.”
“Me?!”
Joara, control your jokes!
Jo Ara expressed her dissatisfaction at being placed in the same class as Jang Ha-yang.
“Just sleep, sir.”
“What else? Are you joking around to lighten the mood?”
“Sir, aren’t you treating me badly? I’m starting to feel a little disappointed.”
“Me? When? At all?”
“Even when I gave you concert tickets, you hated coming to my house.”
Joara’s speech was the same as usual.
Although it seemed like it was just a joke, he couldn’t hide his subtle disappointment.
Seongpil also had a hard time finding the right words to say. He was about to make an excuse to Joara.
“I need to go to the bathroom.”
Joara was embarrassed that she had said such things, and as soon as she found the bathroom, she quickly disappeared.
Seongpil kept looking at her back.
‘This is… …similar to the old situation again.’
There was a time when Jo Ara was stubborn about the choreography of ‘Arabesque’. She had expressed her anger, saying that Sungpil was treating her strangely.
Fortunately, the misunderstanding was resolved, but the situation was recurring these days.
The fundamental reason was the same as before.
It was because Seongpil had memories of his past life. Memories of his relationship with Jo Ara.
‘The friendliness that made me feel comfortable with Ara has now… … .’
Rather, it acts as a wall.
Seongpil unconsciously overlaps the current Joara with the Joara from his past life, and becomes reluctant to become closer to her beyond a certain level.
The occasion is probably.
‘Shooting party.’
Seongpil waited for Jo Ara while wandering around for no reason.
Then, feeling a bit suffocated, I sent a text message to Joara telling her I would be going out first and walked slowly down the hallway.
* * *
‘There are about 16 concerts left… … .’
There’s a concert tomorrow.
The team that Jo Jin-man recruited from Japan will set up the stage from early in the morning. The Girls’ League must go to the performance hall before lunch and rehearse.
‘Is it better to go early?’
Joara tried to think about the concert. She focused only on future plans so that no distracting thoughts would arise.
And then I looked at the bathroom mirror and washed my hands. As I thought back to the conversation I had just had with Sungpil, embarrassment boiled up in my stomach.
He kept washing it away as if the shame had gotten on his hands.
“What a coincidence.”
Seiko, walking unsteadily like a baby deer about three hours old, entered the bathroom.
A human who had been recuperating in the break room for 1 hour and 40 minutes after dancing for only 20 minutes stood next to Jo Ara. She also washed her hands.
“I wasn’t feeling well today.”
Joara stopped washing her hands.
Because as soon as I saw Seiko, all my distracting thoughts disappeared.
Joara dried her hands at the hand dryer. When she showed signs of leaving, Seiko quickly finished washing her hands in embarrassment.
“You’re having a concert tomorrow, right? I didn’t reserve the tickets myself, but I ended up going because I got the tickets. I think… … .”
“Senior.”
Joara used a calm, formal language that was completely different from the practice room. Seiko was taken aback by this, but then her cheeks turned bright red in a pleasant way.
“Yes, it’s Seiko-senpai!”
“Why do you keep pretending to be close to me?”
“……yes?”
Joara, who had dried her hands, turned to Seiko. Seiko was frightened when she saw Joara’s expression, which was completely different from her tone of voice and her extremely cold expression.
“I have no idea what you’re thinking. Why all of a sudden? During ‘New Asa’, you were like, ‘No matter what happens to us… . . . ’”
Joara politely pointed to Seiko with her hand.
“Someone who is like a sage comes out. And… … .”
no.
Joara caught the words she was about to say in her throat.
“I don’t know why you’re suddenly acting like this. You’re my senior, and I respect you as such, but I feel uncomfortable approaching you like this.”
“… … .”
Seiko was dumbfounded. Then suddenly she stopped moving and lowered her head as if she had committed a crime.
“I, I’m sorry… … .”
“Sorry?”
“I know. You, the Girls’ League, hate me. But we’ll be seeing each other often since we’re part of the same company, so I guess I want to try to rekindle our relationship… … .”
Seiko looked up timidly.
“It won’t work… … .”
“You’re lying, right?”
“uh?”
“Of course, I know that you are a great person who thinks, ‘Being close to me is a huge benefit in itself, so being close to them would be an apology.’ But honestly… … .”
Joara, who was about to continue speaking, hurriedly pressed her eyelids shut. She tried to regain her composure by massaging her eyes, as if she was about to say something she shouldn’t.
“No, no. I will go.”
Seiko had no choice but to leave Joara alone as she passed by.
If it were her in the past, she would have tried to show off her power by claiming that she didn’t know who she was, but that wasn’t possible.
At that moment, Joara suddenly turned around and left.
Seiko met Joara’s eyes in the mirror. There was so much hostility in her that she wanted to avoid it.
It was a gaze as intense as that of Baek Seol-ha, whom I had met before the ‘New Asa’ stage in the past.
“I think that if you’ve been rejected once, you have to learn to give up.”
It was about what happened with Seongpil.
“Don’t waste your energy holding on to busy people. I’ll really go, senior.”
Joara went out.
Seiko lowered her head even further than before. She clenched her fists.
‘Yeah, it’s not easy. I’m also selfish. I’m trying to use you.’
She tried to use the Girls’ League to get closer to Seongpil.
But at this moment, Seiko completely changed her mind. Seeing the way Joara of the Girls’ League treated her, she realized how precious Sungpil was to them.
‘It’s only natural that I would hate that person for putting me in danger… … .’
Seiko raised her head.
‘I don’t want it to end like this.’
After seeing the Girls’ League’s ‘New Asa’ stage, Seiko thought it was amazing. She also thought it was fun.
It’s uncomfortable to be hated by those people all the time. This is also a selfish thought, but it’s much better than when I tried to use the Girls’ League.
Seiko decided to take it seriously.
‘Let’s apologize. Apologize.’
This time, let’s really re-establish our relationship purely.
Because I’m a member of the Webex family.
Without even realizing it, Seiko was maturing as a human being.
* * *
[Is it true that Ara danced in animal pajamas at a concert in Japan?]
“It’s true.”
[Why isn’t this done in Korea? Isn’t it discrimination?]
Ginger gave a long speech to Seongpil, saying that it was irrational to discriminate based on country.
Seongpil felt good just listening to Ginger complain, so he let her continue to get angry.
“Why don’t you come to Japan?”
[Is this Japanese? Can I go? Can you help me get a ticket? Oh, but I have a schedule… … .]
“No, I don’t really have any plans on getting it for you. Well, why don’t you just buy a ticket or something and come?”
[Why do you speak like that! Did I do something wrong?! And black market tickets are bad! A planning company director shouldn’t say things like that!]
When Seongpil laughed, Ginger said sharply.
[This is too much. I was really happy that Director Park recommended it to me, but it’s a lie. This is a revenge plot.]
“How?”
[It’s always a good idea to match the timing of the comeback with the Girls’ League.]
“Ugh.”
Seongpil said in an arrogant tone.
“Yes, that’s what I was hoping for.”
[I will tell Director Jeong right away.]
“Are you telling me the truth? Really? No, really?”
[What are you doing? Are you not confident?]
“Hahaha, really. If I’m challenged like this, I can’t help it. Even if you cry and cling to me later, I won’t give up.”
[Your voice is trembling.]
Why are Seongpil and Ginger talking on the phone?
It was because Joara was practicing for her concert. The Girls’ League would put their phones on silent mode during practice, so Ginger couldn’t just carelessly contact her.
But Ginger wanted to share her concert review with someone, and that person was Seongpil.
[The concert was really great. It made one thing on my bucket list.]
“What is it?”
[I’m planning to attend the Girls’ League concert all-con (all concerts). I really want to do it if the K-Us vacation and the Girls’ League concert overlap.]
Seongpil was so grateful for Ginger’s words.
As a producer of Girls’ League, I can’t help but be happy when I hear that Girls’ League All-Con is the goal.
Seongpil barely managed to calm down the corners of his mouth that were going up like an idiot.
“What do you remember most?”
If Ginger had come on the first day of the concert, she would have chosen the encore stage, ‘Biikyeonri’.
The production that intentionally blocked out the song from the beginning and led the audience to sing along, as expected, deeply moved the Girls’ League members.
The fans also shed tears upon seeing the Girls’ League, making it a fitting finale.
However, the audience on the second and third days could not see the event. After all, it was a surprise event, so it could not be used again.
[This is Ara and Areum’s duo stage. It was awesome. If possible, I also want to stand as a duo with Ara later. At a year-end event stage or something… ]
“I think Areum would be a little upset if she heard that.”
[Ara is also pretty! But, well, my favorite is Ara… … .]
“Yes, I hope there will be a chance later. Hayang and Soyou have also stood on the same stage before.”
[Is this really true?]
I was sincere.
A joint stage with Kaius? There’s no reason for the Girls’ League to refuse.
Of course, it is for business reasons, and if the Girls’ League feels psychologically burdened or averse to it, there is nothing they can do.
‘I don’t know about Ara, but if Arami is caught, she’ll definitely go out. No, she might even ask to be caught first.’
Seongpil is also anticipated.
[I wonder if we can stand together next year. This year, I can’t appear on the year-end stage because of the concert, so it’s disappointing. I really want to see you next year.]
“It’s not so much because of the concert, but because I didn’t release any new songs this year.”
[Aren’t you lazy as a producer?]
“haha…….”
At that moment, Sungpil saw Jo Ara approaching from far down the hallway. She had just finished practicing and was taking a break, and she was drenched in sweat even though it was winter.
“Yes, it was nice talking to you, but I’ll hang up now.”
[……yes?]
“Please contact me again later.”
[sleep…….]
Seongpil naturally ended the call and looked at Jo Ara.
“Hi, mister.”
“Oh, hey Araya.”
Joara naturally passed by Seongpil. The moment Seongpil let out a sigh of relief, he felt heat behind him.
When I looked back, Joara was there.
The heat wasn’t a metaphor. Joara had just finished practicing, so her body temperature was high that you could see the sweat evaporating around her in a hazy pattern.
It was a rare sight that could only be seen in the winter, and it seemed to exude an aura like that often depicted in battle comics.
“mister.”
“Hey, Araya, why?”
“Sir, you’re not coming all the way to America, are you?”
“Yeah, I’ll just accompany you to nearby Japan.”
“Tseup, doesn’t that seem strange?”
“what?”
“There’s nothing special to do in Japan. But I wonder if there’s a need to come to Japan.”
“Necessary… … .”
Now that the Girls’ League has come to Japan.
Seongpil can also accompany Webex and coordinate various business matters.
I also saw the Girls’ League concert with my own eyes.
“Aren’t we busy preparing for the next album?”
“That’s true, but you guys already did some of that while preparing for your Japanese activities and concerts.”
“Oh, a sincere company employee.”
“And this project can only run properly if you guys are there.”
The next project that the Girls’ League will be facing is called ‘Our Producing’.
As the name suggests, they each take turns participating in producing.
Since the Girls’ League members are directly in charge of producing it, we plan to promote it as much as possible. We are also planning to make it into a series of videos on iTube, and we will be spreading the news to various media outlets.
The preparations are complete, all we need is for the members to arrive.
“hmm…….”
“What don’t you like?”
“No, not really. And what about that modern dance performance?”
“Oh my. It pisses me off that you’re asking such a obvious question. Am I the one who’s going to book your ticket for you?”
“You were going to go anyway, so why are you rejecting me?”
“I couldn’t do it. It was popular. Sorry.”
“Why are you sorry, sir? Then just watch anything.”
“Huh? It’s not that you’re not seeing it?”
“why.”
“No… …what is something like that?”
“Since I’ve come to Japan, I should at least see one local performance.”
“Are you really just going to book anything?”
“I’ll leave it to your sense, sir.”
Joara waved at Seongpil with a tired look on her face and was about to leave, but then turned back to him.
“and.”
“also?”
“count…….”
“count?”
“… … No. Happy New Year.”
“There are still a few more weeks left. But where are you going? If it’s the bathroom, it’s not that way.”
“Do you think I go to the bathroom every time I come out? I go to a cafe. A cafe. It’s there for the employees to use.”
“Should I buy it for you?”
“Coffee there only costs 100 yen. I’ll buy it with my own money.”
“Finally, you stop thinking of me as a wallet.”
“No, once I get the settlement, I’ll pay you back for everything I’ve bought you so far. I’ve never thought of it as a wallet.”
Joara waved her hand a little roughly as if the conversation was really over.
Seongpil was troubled as he watched her shrinking back.
‘Anything?’
If possible, it would be good if it was a type that would help Joara’s work.
‘No. Anything will do. It doesn’t have to be contemporary dance, right? Then, it would be good if it was something that the kids could all go see together.’
Joara is right.
Since we’ve come all the way to Japan, it would be nice to see a performance that would help everyone’s creation.
* * *
The cafe inside the Webex building is spacious, comfortable, and, best of all, cheap.
The price of an Americano at a cafe created solely for the welfare of its employees is 100 yen. It is cheaper than vending machine coffee, but the quality is much better than other cafes.
Shuichi found a cafe he always missed while living in Korea.
‘hmm?’
As I ordered coffee, I saw Joara.
Joara was near the piano in the corner of the cafe. To be exact, she was sitting in front of the piano… … .
‘Mr. Otonashi Chinon? You returned home.’
Shuichi approached them holding his coffee.
I was curious about what kind of conversation Jo Ara, an idol and dancer, and Chinon, a pianist, would have.
“Wow, 3,000 people? That’s amazing.”
“No, well, it’s okay.”
“You said it was your first concert. Then it’s amazing. There were 500 people at my first solo concert.”
Joara’s face was filled with pride.
Every time she spoke, Chinon would say things like “that’s great”, “that’s cool”, and “that’s awesome” in a nonchalant manner, so Joara kept bragging about herself.
“There are five of us. If we divide it into five equal parts, there are about 500 people. It’s similar to Otonashi-sama.”
“Even if you divide it into five, it’s still more than me? Wow, thinking about it again, it’s still amazing. You’re almost done with your two-year debut. That’s really amazing, world tour.”
“haha…….”
Shuichi looked at the sight with curiosity.
How can two people who seem to have nothing in common have such a proper conversation?
“Don’t call me Otonashi-nee-sama, call me by my name. I’m Chinon-nee-sama.”
“Is that okay?”
“Instead, I’ll call you Ara-chan too. Is that okay?”
“yes.”
The two talked like that for a few minutes. Then, Joara checked the time and moved away from Chinon. Her expression after finishing the conversation was filled with joy.
“Oh, Shuichi-nippai.”
“Hello, Ara.”
“Did you come to drink coffee too, oppa?”
“Yes. Members, is this coffee?”
“Rika said she wanted to drink. I came because I lost at rock-paper-scissors.”
“If you had contacted me, I would have brought it to you.”
“Hey, I came out while I was resting.”
Joara was in such a good mood that she was more excited than usual when talking to Shuichi.
Her conversation with Chinon seemed to have boosted her self-esteem tremendously.
“Shall I listen to you?”
“It’s just a cup of coffee. I’ll take it.”
Joara and Shuichi left the cafe together.
“It must have been a good experience.”
“What is it?”
“You mean what I talked about with Mr. Otonashi? It’s rare to get a chance to talk to a Grammy-winning pianist.”
Joara stopped dead in her tracks.
“… … What did you say?”
“Didn’t you know? Mr. Otonashi won a Grammy 10 years ago, when he was 22 years old.”
“Grammy? The Grammy I know?”
“Are there any other Grammys?”
“… … .”
Joara was confused. Even so, she remembered the story that Seongpil had told her in the past.
When the boy group WTP was nominated for a Grammy, Sungpil went all out and explained its historical significance.
It’s really a huge deal.
At that time, Joara thought, ‘The Grammys are a great awards ceremony.’ At least, she had a vague longing for it, thinking that it wasn’t a place that Korean idols would be able to attend.
however.
“Chinon, at 22, won a Grammy?”
“Yes. You won the Contemporary Jazz Album of the Year award. You are truly an incredible artist… … .”
To such a person, did Jo Ara boast that she had held three consecutive concerts in Seoul that attracted 3,000 people?
Did you brag about how good you are at dancing?
Did you brag about how good you are at singing?
Did you brag about how you can play the drums a little bit?
For the Grammy-winning artist?
“Ara-san?!”
Joara, faint from shame.
* * *
Seiko was devising a strategy to approach the Girls’ League in a corner of the cafe inside Webex.
In front of her was a cup of coffee that had been completely consumed.
She had been writing down and erasing various plans on her notebook, and then she looked up to cool her head.
I don’t know how many hours I was there, but it felt like quite a bit of time had passed. There were more people there than when I first came in.
“uh?”
At that moment, Seiko’s eyes turned to the piano in the corner.
The sound of the piano that I thought was BGM played in a cafe until now. I thought, ‘The speakers must be really good,’ and passed it by, but it seems like there was someone playing it.
‘It’s Chinon. And next to it… … .’
It was Jo Ara of the Girls’ League.
Two people were having a proper conversation.
“… … Huh?!”
Chinon and Joara are talking and laughing so naturally, in a way that Seiko could only dream of, in a way that is affectionate and intimate.
Aren’t they even calling each other ‘Ara-chan’ and ‘Chinon-nee-ssi’?
Is there a reason for the two to become close? Is there a chance for them to become close? Is there a cause for them to become close?
Seiko was so embarrassed that her lips trembled. At that moment, she remembered the advice of Chinon, who was like a friend she had met for the first time on an equal footing.
If you want to get closer to someone you love… … .
‘How about getting to know the people around you first? I think I would do that.’
Chinon had definitely said so.
“… … .”
Seiko held the pencil so tightly that it almost broke. She was too weak to break it.
‘That bitch can only wiggle her fingers!’
Seiko became so angry that she began to express contemptuous thoughts towards the pianist.
No, I was jealous.
It was a feeling I had never experienced before in my life.