Producer with no Regrets - Chapter 524



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Episode 524

About 10 minutes later, Seo Yu-seon returned.

He finished what he had left unfinished with a determined look on his face.

“Seo, this is Seo Yu-seon.”

“… … .”

Seongpil sneaked up behind Seo Yuseon and whispered a few words. Then Seo Yuseon suddenly added an introduction.

“I majored in, well, I don’t really have a major, but I majored in urban dance… … I’ve been dancing to broadcast choreography for a long time… … I dance a lot as a hobby… … Yes.”

After Seo Yu-seon’s listless self-introduction, the choreographers gave her a small round of applause.

Everyone was secretly disappointed, even though they didn’t express it.

I wondered what kind of person the idol was, but he was tall and handsome, but he had a very introverted personality and didn’t show any sparkle.

“Do you have any experience in choreography?”

Self-proclaimed movement artist and contemporary dancer Kang Han-byeol asked. When he said choreography, he meant whether he had ever developed a dedicated choreography for a single song.

Seo Yu-seon answered, feeling unnecessarily intimidated.

“There’s nothing that I can call my own work. There is none. I have done some adaptations to idol songs, but… … .”

“hmm.”

Kang Han-byeol and other choreographers expressed their displeasure.

In fact, none of those gathered here were well-versed in broadcast choreography. Most had only performed dances in theaters.

Of course, broadcast choreography is somewhat related to theater dancing, but choreography that takes the camera into consideration is another story.

‘I thought I had to rely on Mr. Yoo-seon.’

Kang Han-byeol changed that evaluation in real time.

Dancing and making are completely different areas. Strictly speaking, Seo Yu-seon should be called a player, not a choreographer.

Although he may have some expertise in broadcast choreography, he doesn’t seem to be that great compared to others.

‘Above all, there is no leadership.’

We brought in several choreographers with strong personalities.

We need someone who can lead the way while holding the dual flag. Everyone believed that Seo Yu-seon would be that person, but now it seems that that is not possible.

Seo Yu-seon was too timid.

A leader must know how to be hated as well as loved.

Among the ideas pouring in, you have to reject and crush the ones that don’t fit, but Seo Yu-seon is timid and seems like a very nice person.

Who will bear this cross?

‘I guess I should do it.’

‘me : yes.’

‘Oh, it’s annoying. Should I do it?’

‘Am I the one leading this project?’

‘I have no choice but to do it.’

The five diverse individuals all decided that they would become leaders.

Of course, this was a collaborative project, but everyone was proud of their dancing, otherwise they wouldn’t have majored in it.

This was a golden opportunity to introduce their dance to the public and the media, so they couldn’t help but be greedy.

“Then how does it work… … .”

The choreographers began to discuss.

Among them, Seo Yu-seon just looked around with her shoulders hunched. Seong-pil looked at her with pity.

* * *

“mister!”

As soon as I arrived at Joa’s company, I confidently called Sungpil. Sungpil happened to be sitting on the sofa on the first floor.

“uh.”

“Oh, surprise. Why are you there? Is the meeting over?”

“No, he’s still doing it.”

“Go quickly!”

Jo-Ara climbed the stairs with an excited look on her face, as if she was looking forward to her new toy. In contrast, Sung-Pil, who was following her up the stairs, had a look of exhaustion on his face.

“What are you talking about now?”

“How it works.”

“Oh, I guess it just started.”

“It’s been two hours.”

“Huh? You’ve been talking about how to do things for two hours now? Why?”

When asked ‘why’, Seongpil was also at a loss for an answer.

The practice of idol choreography collaboration has been established in some form.

Rather than leaving it to one person, there is a performance directing team that oversees the choreography.

The directing team synthesizes the designs of several choreographers to produce one complete choreography. In other words, they cut out the good parts from several choreographies and put them together.

The selection of a director is important because the director’s capabilities are revealed in the process.

“Aren’t you just doing what you’ve been doing?”

“That’s… … no, see for yourself.”

Seongpil opened the practice room door.

As soon as that happened, the heat of intense discussion engulfed Joara. Inside the practice room, the choreographers were divided into halves and were in conflict.

To be exact, it was divided into three parts: the left and right halves, and the pickled Seo Yu-seon.

“What Garo Enter wants is a harmonious fusion of all genres. Can’t we satisfy the requirements by just piecing together our own choreography?”

Three choreographers, including Ha Hee-jin, who majored in modern ballet and lyrical dance, made the claim.

They wanted to work together like building blocks to create each movement.

When Jo Ara first heard those words, she thought this.

‘Then when will you complete the choreography…?’

It was a method I had never even thought of.

However, as Jo Ara listened to Ha Hee-jin’s story, she became more and more moved.

“If you try to make a dance the way you claim, it will only come out as a tattered mess.”

Everyone, those who oppose Ha Hee-jin, frowned as if they were frustrated.

Kang Han-byeol, a self-proclaimed movement artist, quietly refuted Ha Hee-jin’s claims.

“How long will it take to perfect a dance like that? The time given to us is not unlimited.”

The two choreographers, including Kang Han-byeol, opposed Ha Hee-jin’s claim.

In terms of numbers, Ha Hee-jin’s forces were three, and Kang Han-byeol’s forces were two. When many people make a claim, the claim gains strength, so Kang Han-byeol was on the defensive.

“As Mr. Yoo-sun said.”

Kang Han-byeol brought in Seo Yu-seon, a neutral figure.

“Idol choreography collaboration starts with choreography created individually by each individual. Finally, the director puts it all together. Why did that method become established? Because it’s more efficient. Why are you trying to abandon this efficient method?”

“that.”

Ha Hee-jin responded sharply as if she had expected it.

“I guess it’s when choreographers major in the same or similar genres? People who create broadcast choreography are all similar. Right, Mr. Yoo-seon?”

Ha Hee-jin also tried to pull Seo Yu-seon in.

Seo Yu-seon couldn’t take sides and was just sweating profusely. Her complexion was so bad that it seemed like she might faint.

“We don’t have an amazing overlap. So what happens when we each choreograph and we combine them? There’s no unity, no coherence. There’s no way that anyone can master all the dances that we do.”

At that moment, Seo Yu-seon pursed her lips. But no words came out of those lips.

That was when.

Shin Ji-wook, a dancer who had joined Kang Han-byeol’s side, raised his hand.

“Let’s win with a dance battle!”

Only cold stares poured in.

Shin Ji-wook scratched his head while laughing, ‘Hehe.’ Then he went on the bounce ride alone, feeling lonely.

Kang Han-byeol and Ha Hee-jin argued for a long time. In the meantime, other choreographers also expressed their opinions, and the discussion became darker as they did so.

Both forces had their own justifications and rationales. That’s why it wasn’t easy to come to a conclusion. Even Jo Ara and Seong Pil couldn’t support either side.

Their conflict was reminiscent of the conflict between the Plains and the Mountains during the French Revolution.

The fight won’t be over until one of their heads is guillotined.

And both sides tried to pull out their guillotines.

“What do you think, Yuseon?!”

“Yes, I need to hear your thoughts, Director!”

Ha Hee-jin and Kang Han-byeol looked at Seo Yu-seon.

Seo Yu-seon’s body froze as if a knife had been stuck in her heart, then she spoke with a loose smile.

“I am…….”

The two of them looked at Seo Yu-seon with eyes that were as bright as rays of light. Seo Yu-seon swallowed hard and said.

“I need to go to the bathroom!”

Seo Yu-seon ran out of the practice room like the wind.

Everyone looked at the door he had exited through as if they were dumbfounded. Then Seongpil stepped forward.

“Everyone, just a moment.”

Even after Joara arrived, the argument continued for about an hour. Seongpil, who could no longer stand by and watch, declared a halt.

“Many Heo Bu-huns, ahem.”

Seo Yu-seon running away was so shocking that I couldn’t help but let out a scream.

Seongpil cleared his throat and spoke again.

“You are in a collaborative relationship. And Garo Enter respects all of you. Let’s have a majority vote. I won’t say such easy words. I hope you will reach a conclusion through consensus and work together as one. It’s unfortunate, but… … .”

Seongpil glanced at the door through which Seo Yu-seon ran out.

“It seems like even the director can’t come to a clear conclusion. Today is a simple meeting, but the discussion has become heated, so could you please gather your thoughts again tomorrow?”

The choreographers agreed, though they were dissatisfied. They had been expressing their opinions so energetically until just a moment ago, but they were also quite tired.

Today, we should place importance on getting to know each other.

“Araya, do you have anything to say to the choreographers?”

“yes.”

When Jo Ara, the main character of this project, appeared, choreographers took notice.

As soon as they saw Joara standing, they could tell what kind of dance she was doing. It seemed like she had been dancing for quite some time, so they naturally came to respect her.

Jo Ara didn’t seem to be an idol who only did choreography that was given to her.

“This work has to be a sensation.”

Joara declared.

“I want people to be amazed by our dance. If they are amazed and want to learn how to dance, that would be even better. I want a society where dancing becomes a popular hobby. Just like rock bands are popular and learning an instrument is no longer a special hobby, I want dancing to become like that. And I hope this project can contribute to that kind of culture.”

Joara looked around at the choreographers.

“I think it’s on your shoulders. Make something cool. I, we’ll make it cool.”

Some might say it’s an overly heavy expectation, or a ridiculous goal that doesn’t fit the position.

But the choreographers did not ignore Jo Ara’s words. What Jo Ara gave them was a sense of mission.

They simply gave me money to create a dance. Rather than that, they gave me a sense of mission to ‘contribute to the popularization of dance.’

As Joara said, it’s about creating choreography that feels amazing and makes people want to try it, and changing the world a little bit.

“I’ll be looking forward to it.”

Joara gave the choreographers a sense of mission to make sure that this project did not end up as a mere money-making endeavor.

* * *

“mister.”

An empty practice room.

Joara sat next to Seongpil and chewed on a protein bar.

“Senior Seo Yu-seon, are you sure you can do this job?”

“… … .”

Seongpil wanted to confidently answer, “Yes.” But he couldn’t.

It’s unfair.

How can you not be able to defend your loved one when he or she is being distrusted?

Even in the eyes of the ruthless executive producer Sungpil, Seo Yuseon was not a person fit for collaboration. It might be different if she just created the choreography on her own.

“I don’t know as a choreographer, but I don’t think you have the talent to lead people as a director.”

“hmm…….”

“I don’t usually say things like this. I’ve finally seen your leadership.”

“What have you been thinking until now… … ?”

“Well, tears and trust two tools?”

“I only do this to you guys, not to other people. Do you think I would cry and scream in front of other people?”

“Wasn’t it?”

no.

Seongpil was discouraged and just scratched his chin.

“How about bringing in another director right now? Like a teacher.”

“Snow?”

“This is Teacher Minjeong. Teacher Baek Minjeong.”

“Ah, Minjeong.”

“You’ve been working with us for a long time, you’ve had a lot of experience as a broadcast choreographer, aren’t you qualified for this job?”

“It is eligible.”

However, it is questionable whether it can replace Seo Yu-seon’s abilities.

The reason Seongpil wanted to invite Seo Yu-seon as a director was after seeing his room.

Seo Yu-seon is well-versed in all kinds of dance. He said it was just a hobby, but it has already gone far beyond the level of a hobby.

What kind of person in the world would memorize and re-edit various genres of dance pieces as a hobby?

“But Araya, think back when we first looked for a performance director. There wasn’t anyone who met the criteria. Yoo Seon-ssi is the only one who has met the criteria so far.”

“That’s true, but… … .”

“Let’s wait until the choreography production stage.”

At that moment, Seo Yu-seon entered the practice room. He hung his head down listlessly, and then panicked when he realized that there were no choreographers in the practice room.

Seongpil got up and greeted him.

“The others have passed away.”

“Oh, huh?”

Seo Yu-seon checked the time.

Much more time has passed than I thought.

Seo Yu-seon couldn’t even look at Seong-pil straight in the eye because she felt guilty.

“Mr. Yoo-seon.”

Seongpil approached him.

“Don’t blame yourself too much. It takes a lot of courage to come here. Just take your time and adapt.”

Seo Yu-seon had no answer. It seemed as if she was deliberately avoiding Seong-pil’s eyes.

“You don’t have to feel sorry. It’s not just today. You’ll soon become close with other people and work together more smoothly.”

“… … .”

“You will do well, Ms. Yoo. No, even today is fine. If you have something to say to others, please tell us now. What are your thoughts?”

Seo Yu-seon was still avoiding eye contact. She wasn’t this timid when dealing with Seong-pil and Jo A-ra. Did something happen?

Jo Ara looked at Seong Pil with a look of discontent. It seemed as if she was asking if they really wanted to keep using this kind of person as a director.

That was when.

“I think Hanbyeol’s opinion is right. Like other idol choreography collaborations, it’s better for individuals to create choreography and then combine it.”

“… … !”

Joara was surprised.

Seo Yu-seon, who had kept his mouth shut throughout the discussion, clearly expressed his opinion. He was not simply indecisive.

“Of course, Heejin’s opinion is also valid. However, I think there are also benefits to being able to have various genres of dances connected discontinuously and without harmony, yes… … That’s because the concept is an ‘automatic doll.’ Being unnatural is also a characteristic, that kind of… … .”

Seongpil was surprised by those words.

I never thought that disrupting harmony would become an individuality in itself.

What if I had said this earlier?

Since Seo Yu-seon took Kang Han-byeol’s side, the situation would have been 3:3, but there would have been those who were influenced by Seo Yu-seon’s argument.

‘Since the concept is an automaton, the discontinuous and unnatural things become its individuality… … .’

It’s a blind spot.

Unlike choreographers who only focus on the choreography itself, this is an opinion that Seo Yu-seon can express because she was active as an idol.

The moment when Seongpil was about to praise in admiration.

“So, uh… … .”

Seo Yu-seon closed her eyes tightly and turned her back.

“Okay, I’ll go.”

And then he ran out of the practice room.

Seongpil and Joara were both flustered. However, they did not let Seo Yuseon run away like before.

Seongpil ran and caught up with Seo Yu-seon.

“Mr. Yoo-seon! Tell me a little more about that… …!”

Seo Yu-seon ran faster as Seong-pil chased after her.

“… … ?!”

Seongpil stopped without even thinking about chasing him.

Seo Yu-seon ran down the stairs as if she was flying and managed to get out of the building.

“What is this… … ?”

“mister.”

Joara put her hand on Seongpil’s shoulder.

“After seeing that, do you still want to keep him as a director? It’s not even a conversation.”

“… … .”

“Don’t we need someone to at least lead the meeting?”

Seongpil blankly looked in the direction Seo Yu-seon ran away to and said.

“See you tomorrow.”

If that doesn’t work, then we really have to do something about it.

* * *

Seo Yu-seon grabbed the strap of his bag tightly and hurried his steps as if he was running away. He kept blaming himself as he walked away from Garo Enter.

‘What the hell am I doing… … .’

To Seongpil, to treat a client so rudely. It was an act that could not be covered up even by the word mental illness.

But Seo Yu-seon really had no choice.

For some reason, it was hard to face Seongpil. The only thought in his head was that he had to run away.

Seo Yu-seon was in so much pain that she kept letting out low moans like ‘eueu’.

It was the phone call that stopped his strange behavior. Seo Yu-seon was able to calm down a little after seeing the name written on the LCD screen.

[Hey, why aren’t you contacting me?]

“Ha Min-ah… … .”

It was Ha Min, one of the members of Darkest.

Seo Yu-seon told the members that she was coming to Korea. Two people asked to see her face, and Ha Min was one of them.

[Are you done?]

“Uh, yeah. Right now… … .”

[Don’t you have a car? I’ll come pick you up.]

Soon a Maserati SUV stopped on the street with a roaring engine.

The window rolled down and Ha Min waved. Seo Yu Seon quickly got into the passenger seat as if she was still alive.

“You drive a nice car.”

“What’s good about it? But it’s good, isn’t it?”

“What do you want me to do?”

Seo Yu-seon burst into a hearty laugh.

Memories and emotions from my youth never fade away. My relationship with Ha-min was no exception.

Although the two were now old enough to be called uncles, their relationship was the same as when they were children.

They have a friendship that hasn’t changed since the brilliant days when they were active together as Darkest.

“Let’s go there after a long time. A noodle restaurant.”

“Oh, there?”

Ha Min nodded and stepped on the axle without even listening to Seo Yu-seon’s answer.

The place they came to was a noodle restaurant located near KS Entertainment. It was a place that the Darkest members often visited.

The two of them, who had ordered food, looked around. On one wall were the autographs of all the members of Darkest.

Seo Yu-seon’s eyes became hazy as she was lost in memories. However, Ha-min did not give him time to reminisce.

“Hey, take it.”

Seo Yu-seon’s glass was filled with soju.

“I have work tomorrow.”

“Just drink a little.”

It’s been a long time since we last met, so we couldn’t forget about the alcohol.

Seo Yu-seon pretended not to be able to resist Ha Min’s urging and drank the soju. After only a few glasses, his eyes began to shake as they were soaked in alcohol.

Seo Yu-seon asked.

“How are you doing these days?”

“How are you? I’m such an optimistic person.”

“Is it worth doing solo activities?”

“I feel more comfortable here than when I was with you guys.”

Seo Yu-seon said bitterly, “That’s fortunate.” Ha-min sighed deeply at that.

“If you do that, what will I become? It’s comfortable. It’s not fun, though. Oh, right. I started learning boxing a few months ago?”

“Boxing? You? Why?”

Seo Yu-seon couldn’t help but worry about Ha-min when he heard the word boxing. Ha-min was on the smaller side, and he didn’t have a muscular body from the beginning.

“My nephew is learning boxing.”

“nephew?”

“There’s Jeonghoon. Haven’t I often talked about him?”

“ah.”

Come to think of it, Ha Min often talked about his nephew.

They say Ha Min’s older sister had a hard time because he had a bad temper.

That brat has grown up and is learning boxing… … .

“He’s a middle school student now. I went to the gym where he was learning boxing just to see his face. But he was sparring with an adult.”

Ha Min’s voice suddenly became louder and his speech became faster. He always changed like this when a topic of interest came up.

“Would that kid be okay with being beaten by an adult? He just got beaten up. I feel so bad for him.”

“ah…….”

“But, the look in his eyes.”

Ha Min pointed to his eyes with his index finger.

“He doesn’t die at all. He keeps getting hit, but he keeps his eyes wide open and looks at his opponent. Wow, it really gave me goosebumps all over. If someone came and raised a fist at me, I would break out in an instant. Even though he’s younger than me, I thought he had a lot of guts. So… … .”

Ha Min gulped down the soju.

“I wanted to be like that too. I’m an idol, haha! Even at this age, I’m called an idol, but I’m surprisingly timid and can’t look people in the eye properly.”

“know.”

“Oh, you know? I guess it’s because I was bullied a lot when I was little. I get scared when people walk up to me on the street, so I thought maybe learning boxing would make a difference.”

“So, are you going to Gyeonggi-do or something?”

“How can I go to the game! If I go to the game at this age, I’ll really die! Well, I can’t go, and I don’t have the skills… … .”

“Then a mock match with the gym people?”

Seo Yu-seon just kept asking questions to keep the conversation going. She wasn’t even interested in things like boxing.

however.

“No, even if it’s a mock match, we don’t play the game itself. We just train.”

“why?”

That one question completely changed Seo Yu-seon’s mindset and spirit.

“Because I’m an idol.”

“……uh?”

“Even if you get a black eye, or at least pretend to be sick. How much would the fans feel? Well, if boxing is your hobby, there would be fans who like it. But the fans wouldn’t like me to be sick. That’s why I won’t fight.”

“… … .”

“If I have even one fan, I don’t want to do anything that would make them sad.”

At that moment, the person who came to Seo Yu-seon’s mind was Sung-pil. He was a fan of Darkest since the time they were active, and he was such an enthusiastic fan that he even attended fan meetings.

Even now, he is active in the Darkest fan community.

Seo Yu-seon’s.

‘My fans… … .’

“If you really want to do boxing, you should quit being an idol, delete all your social media accounts, and go back to being a normal person.”

* * *

The next day.

Seo Yu-seon came to Garo Enter with a bundle of paper wrapped around something in his arms. He entered the break room, placed the object on the table, and stared at it intently.

How much time has passed, it will soon be time for work.

As Seo Yu-seon was about to take out what was inside the paper, the break room door opened and Jo A-ra came in.

Jo Ara looked at Seo Yu-seon and nodded. Then she went to the water purifier and filled a water jug.

Seo Yu-seon felt awkward in Jo A-ra’s presence, so she didn’t take the item out.

“Senior.”

“Oh, yes? Yes.”

“If it’s hard, there’s no need to endure it.”

“yes?”

“Even if you say you can’t do it, I will understand. That, that problem, no, that hurts, anyway, who would say anything to someone like that?”

Seo Yu-seon slowly lowered her head.

“I know what you’ve been through. I heard from you. It took a lot of courage to come this far. I’m not blaming you, but I’m saying this because I hope you won’t overdo it. Or at least assign someone else to be in charge of communications.”

“I’m being told to step down from my position as director… … .”

“I don’t know that much.”

Jo Ara was considerate of Seo Yu-seon. She chose her words as carefully as possible so that he would not be hurt.

I know all too well what it feels like to be forced to do something you don’t want to do out of a sense of duty.

I don’t know why Seo Yu-seon accepted this job.

Whether it was because I was doing rehabilitation training, because I loved dancing, or because I had a dream of becoming a choreographer, it was good.

The important thing was that Seo Yu-seon did not have the strength to endure the collaborative project.

“It means that you don’t have to endure it when it’s hard. Forcing yourself to do something that makes you miserable is not a good choice.”

Just like the Darkest of old.

“I think it’s wise to quit when things get tough.”

Seo Yu-seon knew that Jo A-ra was considerate. That’s why her heart softened.

How miserable must her self have looked yesterday for her junior to say something like that? It wasn’t for nothing that Misato held onto Seo Yu-seon.

‘I’m really nothing without Misato by my side… ‘

Hikikomori, social misfits, or runaways.

Seo Yu-seon is just that much.

He knew it too.

“Rather, I heard that the old man felt sorry to his senior.”

Yeah, he knew that too.

What a miserable human being he is.

but.

“Junior, but, I, I am an idol.”

“… …Why are you an idol?”

“I am…….”

Seo Yu-seon took out a wine bottle wrapped in paper. It was wine closed with a can, not a cork.

Seo Yu-seon simply twisted the wine cap open and held the bottle tightly.

“I can’t be miserable if I have even one fan left. I can’t be miserable. Let’s just stop this… … .”

Seo Yu-seon laughed at herself.

“I wonder how disappointed Director Park will be in me… … .”

Idols should always shine like the sun.

Must become an idol.

For the fans who admire you.

“Idols exist because they have fans… … .”

Seo Yu-seon closed her eyes tightly and brought the wine to her lips.

“As long as I have even one fan, I can’t quit being an idol.”

Seo Yu-seon must shine.

* * *

The atmosphere in the practice room was cold.

Ha Hee-jin and Kang Han-byeol seemed to have no intention of reaching an agreement and only gathered with those who shared their opinions.

As soon as the formal meeting began, they seemed ready to bare their teeth at each other again.

At that moment, Seo Yu-seon kicked open the door and came rushing in.

“The Darkest is here aaaa …