Producer with no Regrets - Chapter 529



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Episode 529

“Sir, will you wait until I’m done?”

Jo Ara looked puzzled when she saw Seongpil getting out of the car with her.

She came with her manager when filming ‘Aoa’. However, when going to Min Si-hwa’s studio, she rode in Sung-pil’s car with Min Si-hwa. She sent her manager to the company first.

I thought that Seongpil personally gave Min Sihwa a ride out of respect and gratitude for her coming to see ‘Aoa’.

“What’s going on?”

“I have something to do nearby.”

“Don’t lie.”

Seongpil was surprised. It was a lie that Joara had something to do nearby.

Min Si-hwa decided to grant Sung-pil’s request. She said she would persuade Jo A-ra to adapt the choreography.

And if Min Si-hwa fails to persuade him, Seong-pil will join them.

‘I’m also worried about what the teacher will say to Ara.’

I didn’t know how surprised I was when I heard Min Si-hwa’s words during the ‘Arabesque’ incident.

Of course, Seongpil asked Min Sihwa to persuade Jo Ara, but every word Min Sihwa said was like a needle, and just hearing it made his heart tingle.

‘If something like that happens, we have to stop it before Araga grabs the teacher by the collar.’

Even if it was an exaggeration to say that he grabbed her by the collar, considering Min Si-hwa’s straightforward personality, it was inevitable that he would be worried.

however.

“Sir, do you know that you really can’t lie?”

Joara immediately figured out the lie.

Seongpil barely managed to hide his surprise.

“You just want to watch me dance?”

Seongpil felt relieved.

As usual, Joara was just being narcissistic. Or, as usual, she was teasing Seongpil.

“Don’t be shy, come in and look confident.”

“I really want to see you too, but I have something to do nearby. It’s simple, so it won’t take long.”

“Then you can come in the middle of class?”

“But you didn’t want to show me how to receive the teacher’s lecture.”

Jo Ara wore a dance costume during Min Si-hwa’s lecture. And Jo Ara hated the dance costume. It was because it revealed her body too clearly.

“That’s an old story. Now I’m not embarrassed to show it to my uncle.”

“Ah… … Really?”

“however.”

Joara smiled innocently.

“I’m sorry to have thrown cold water on your expectations, sir, but I won’t be wearing a dance costume anymore.”

“why?”

“I agreed with the teacher to wear crop top and leggings. What, you were really looking forward to it? Did you want to see my dance outfit?”

From Sungpil’s perspective, he didn’t know what the difference was between a dance suit, a crop top, and leggings. They were both the same in that they revealed the body.

Rather, cropped leggings expose bare skin, so wouldn’t that be more embarrassing?

‘Well, the dancer would know better.’

Isadora Duncan, the first to elevate creative dance to the level of an art and a teacher to all dancers, once said:

It was said that the tutu was a symbol of all kinds of sexual desire. It was said that the clothes that covered the body so obsessively gave off a sense of madness.

Meanwhile, Isadora Duncan danced in a tunic so thin that her skin was visible.

Perhaps Joara had naturally acquired the ideas of Isadora, the teacher of all dancers.

“there.”

Min Si-hwa, who had been waiting patiently, called Jo A-ra.

“Stop talking nonsense and come up quickly. It’s hot.”

“Yes, sir. If you have time after you finish your work, come and see me.”

“huh.”

Seongpil watched Jo Ara and Min Sihwa walk up the stairs of the building. He paused for a moment and then returned to the front of the building.

‘Class must have started, right?’

Seongpil climbed the stairs of the building and came to Min Sihwa’s studio.

‘If things don’t go well, the teacher will come out.’

Seongpil walked around the door and glanced at it. After checking to see if anyone was around, he headed toward the door with suspicious steps.

And then he slowly put his ear to the door.

‘Can’t you hear me?’

Surprisingly, I heard it.

As I concentrated, I could hear the two of them talking occasionally.

* * *

Jo Ara changed her clothes in the makeshift changing room. As soon as she came out, she asked Min Si Hwa in an excited voice.

“Teacher, teacher, how did I do today? Do you think I’ll win?”

“well.”

Min Si-hwa answered vaguely.

Joara was secretly disappointed. Still, she hoped to hear good words from her disciple.

Of course, that’s just Jo Ara’s wish. If it were an upright Min Si-hwa, it would be expected that she wouldn’t say such things.

From the beginning, it was impossible to determine which dance was better among Jiyu, Jinjeo, and Joara.

Because they were all based on different genres and were so unique that they were impossible to compare.

“What does it mean to win?”

“yes?”

“I’m asking what you mean by ‘winning.’”

I wanted to ask what the station Joara meant.

“Winning means just… … well… … .”

Min Si-hwa sighed as if she was frustrated.

“If we judge by the voting method of ‘Aoa’, we don’t know who will win. If we judge by the public’s judgment method, by their subjective enjoyment, we don’t know either.”

“You just don’t know everything.”

Min Si-hwa maintained her sharp gaze as if to listen more. Jo Ara also stopped muttering.

“But, in my opinion, you will lose.”

“Teacher, what do you think?”

“And in your view, you’ll lose. So, if we’re going to argue about who’s more attractive in dance, you’ll lose. No, you’ve already lost.”

Joara sagged as if all her energy had been drained from her. But that only lasted for a moment.

Soon, she was sharp enough to make your hair stand on end. She was staring at Min Si-hwa with such fierce eyes that it seemed as if she was trying to pick a fight.

“Teacher, you originally like girls with long arms and legs and slim body. Of course, if you compare Ginger and me, there are differences from the beginning.”

What Min Si-hwa emphasizes in every class is ‘formal beauty.’ The beauty that is achieved by completely reproducing the form of dance.

Formal beauty also refers to one of the two great currents of dance.

A topic that any dancer cannot help but worry about.

The conflict between formalism and expressionism.

Min Si-hwa supports formalism among them. Before you decide to express something, first, get the form right.

“I’m not asking you to compare those things.”

Formalism believes in the integrity of the dance itself. For this integrity, the dancer’s body that reveals the dance is important.

So, in Min Si-hwa’s view, there are those who are good at dancing and those who are bad at dancing, even before they start dancing.

Joara didn’t want to hear that kind of story.

“I already know that my body is not suitable for a dancer. Before coming here, I felt bored while doing the assignments given by the teacher. Of course, I also know that Ginger and my body are almost 100 million light years apart.”

“I’m not talking about the body.”

“Then is it skill?”

“What I’m talking about is dancing.”

“… … dance?”

“Dancing doesn’t suit you… … .”

Min Si-hwa paused for a moment, perhaps thinking that what she had said did not make sense.

“It’s not that it doesn’t suit you, it’s more like the choreographer didn’t make it fit you. You know, choreography has its master.”

There is always someone who suits every choreography.

If an idol performs a dance to a certain song, that dance becomes that idol’s. In any case, that idol’s performance is called the original.

This creates the aura of the original.

The aura of the original has the power to turn other cover performances into mere mediocrities. But that’s not always the case.

Sometimes a dance doesn’t suit the dancer, even if that dancer is original.

“The ‘bad’ dance doesn’t suit you.”

“What are you talking about? It’s a choreography that the old man made with me in mind. You heard it too, Teacher.”

As Jo Ara spoke like that, I could sense a hint of embarrassment. Perhaps she was thinking of the time when Seongpil said, “I made it while thinking of Ara.”

Min Si-hwa felt her heart sink when she saw that.

Certainly, I can see why Sungpil was reluctant to tell Joara that ‘there is an original author of the choreography’.

“If it doesn’t work for me, then who will?”

“I was too hasty. It’s not that it doesn’t fit at all, it’s that there are parts that don’t fit. It suits you better… … .”

Just as a designer adjusts the size of clothes little by little to fit the model.

“You need to modify the dance a bit. I know you are attached to it. The more you do that, the more you need to think critically.”

Min Si-hwa’s voice softened. Then, it was Min Si-hwa who was embarrassed.

It seemed like she had grown to care for Joara without even realizing it. How could she speak so kindly?

‘Did that director get infected with the virus?’

When I was asked to come see the filming of ‘AoA’, I went without thinking much about it. But now, I really hope that Jo Ara will beat that Chinese guy.

Maybe it was because of Brian’s overconfidence. Or maybe it was because Brian ignored Joara.

Anyway, Min Si-hwa continued talking to Jo A-ra in a friendly manner.

“There is a way to get better. Then we should do it. Don’t you want to beat that Chinese guy?”

Even though he said that, Jo Ara just kept her expressionless face. Then Min Si Hwa became more active.

“I never thought of you as a disciple. I thought of you as a student. But for this moment, I think of you as a disciple. I will tell you as a master. If the victory you desire is to surpass that Chinese, you must change your dance. I do not mean to completely overhaul it. Just replace the rusty parts here and there… .”

“teacher.”

Min Si-hwa blinked her eyes. Her eyelids were like rusty, creaking machines.

“what?”

Did Joara just call herself teacher?

“How much, how much I want to beat Ginger… … .”

Joara smiled. It was obvious that the smile was forced. A smile can’t be that awkward.

There are probably all kinds of complicated emotions swirling in her mind.

“You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to win, right? Ever since we met in America… … .”

I wondered if there were any such people.

Despite having far less dancing experience than Jo Ara, Ginger surpassed Jo Ara.

In the final evaluation of the Academy, Ginger won without a doubt.

After returning to Korea, Ginger visited Garo Enter. She suggested a duo dance, and Joara accepted.

That’s when I knew.

He said that he would never be able to surpass Ginger as a dancer. Even if he could, it would be in the future.

Seongpil comforted Jo Ara, and Jo Ara also said, “I will win as an idol,” but that was nothing more than cheap sympathy and shallow self-consolation.

“Dancing was almost half of my life. And in that half, I met someone younger than me who I thought I could never beat… … .”

That was Jo Ara’s first frustration as a dancer. Min Si-hwa looked at her with pity.

Dancing is not an honest field.

Even if the time invested is the same, the results can vary greatly.

One person’s year may be another person’s decade.

Min Si-hwa knew that better than anyone else.

‘While there are people who have learned dance sports since childhood but never become professional, there are also people who learned it as a hobby in high school or college but have become professional and performed on famous stages.’

Min Si-hwa was that kind of person from the start.

Originally, my major in college was dance, and dance sports was just a hobby. With that hobby, I conquered Korea and advanced into the world.

Min Si-hwa’s colleagues and rivals used to say, “I’ve staked my life on this dance.” However, the reason Min Si-hwa started dance sports was because the person she had a crush on was doing it.

Min Si-hwa’s cheap and shallow will shattered someone’s life-threatening resolution.

“Teacher, I like the ‘Bad’ choreography you made. But, I’m not throwing away the chance to beat Ginger just because I like the choreography.”

“……then?”

“If the teacher feels that I am lacking, the problem is with me, not with the dance.”

Joara truly thought so.

“Teacher, you don’t know what kind of relationship there is between a producer and an idol, right? That is, the idol follows the producer’s ideal type. In terms of dance, the producer is the choreographer and the idol is the dancer. That sense of unity is huge. And the ‘Bad’ choreography is done by that kind of producer, that old man… … .”

Joara’s eyes lit up.

“It’s a dance that was created just for me, thinking of me, no, thinking of only me, thinking of what suits me best. That dance suits me, it can’t help but suit me, it has to suit me.”

In the head of producer Sungpil, there is a league of girls who have become the best. In that league of girls, there will also be Jo Ara who has become the best.

In other words, the dance called ‘Bad’ is in line with the utopia that Seongpil portrayed.

This choreography was created by Sungpil, who knows Jo Ara’s idol-like side better than anyone else in the world.

“Do you understand? The ‘Bad’ choreography is a weapon that the old man gave me. It’s a weapon that he put in my hand to destroy Ginger!”

Joara was excited.

Seeing that, Min Si-hwa briefly recalled a story Jo A-ra had told her in the past. She said that Sung-pil was a fan of Kaius.

Up until now, I could at least understand how much mental distress Joara had been going through.

‘I see.’

The reason why Jo Ara can’t give up the ‘Bad’ choreography.

Because it is a special choreography created by producer Sungpil just for Jo Ara.

And because the choreography was put directly into Jo Ara’s hands by Sungpil to destroy Ginger.

To summarize.

‘This is something that proves how much that director loves and cherishes this child. It’s proof that the director, who calls himself a Caius fan, loves this child more than that Chinese person.’

That’s understandable enough to cause an obsession.

“Teacher, you can tell just by looking at it. You can just feel how great the choreography of ‘Bad’ is.”

“I know. It’s so hard to believe that a layman like me, Director, made it (it’s true).”

“So, if my dancing looks lacking, it’s my fault. This choreography doesn’t change a single word. Unless you change it yourself. With this dancing, I’ll win with you.”

Joara’s throat became dry from talking so fast. She swallowed hard and said resolutely.

“You are my aura. I will not abandon that aura. I will confidently win together with you.”

“… … .”

Min Si-hwa turned her head without saying a word. Her eyes were directed toward the door. Seong-pil would be beyond the door.

“hmm.”

Min Si-hwa tapped the ground with her toes and looked at Jo Ara again. A different determination than before was in her eyes.

“That’s it.”

“What is it?”

“Among the dancers, there are some who just seem to sparkle.”

Jo Ara could understand why Min Si-hwa kept looking around as if she was pretending not to know anything.

Min Si-hwa had something she wanted to say, but she didn’t even know how to express it.

“Dance sport is a sequence dance, so there is almost no original choreography. It is just a reordering of fixed movements. However, there are a lot of variations. It is new no matter how many times you watch it. And in dancers who perform a dance that suits them, you can see the sparkle of their soul. But.”

Min Si-hwa pointed at Jo A-ra with the tip of her chin.

“You can’t see it.”

“… … !”

“It feels like you’re passing off someone else’s self-introduction as your own. Of course, the person who wrote that introduction knows you. However, there are some parts that you can see that are wrong and inappropriate. What should you do? You need to fix them. In my opinion, you already know how to do that. But you’re so happy that that director created the choreography for you that you’re ignoring it.”

“The sparkle of the soul?”

Joara let out a hollow laugh.

“It’s just that I’m not very good at choreography. Why are you putting your soul out there like that?”

“You’ll never master that choreography until you stand on stage. Director Lee doesn’t have the skills to teach you properly.”

“Why is it that everyone else is saying it’s good, but Teacher Teacher?”

That’s right.

Jo Ara has never heard anyone say that the ‘Bad’ choreography is bad. The choreographers who gathered from Garo Enter also unanimously said that it was good. Even Seo Yu-sun and Son Hye-bin were the same.

It is a dance so sophisticated and beautiful that it is hard to believe that it was created by a layperson.

“It squeaks, it’s rusty, it doesn’t fit, it needs to be replaced, whatever! Just tell me I’m worse than Ginger! Don’t trip over it!”

In Jo Ara’s view, Min Si-hwa was just nit-picking.

Min Si-hwa was amazed.

‘Isn’t that what your producer said you lack?’

This deficiency is clearly something that is not visible to the average person. It is a deficiency that is impossible to even notice unless you are a dancer of Min Si-hwa’s caliber.

Seongpil noticed that.

It seems that the sense of unity between idols and producers that Jo Ara mentioned definitely exists.

“it’s okay.”

Min Si-hwa turned her back with a sigh.

Looking at that back, Joara felt a sense of pleasure as if she had won a match.

I barely held back the urge to tease Min Si-hwa, saying, “I won, right? Are you pissed? You can’t say anything?” I was that happy.

“I’ll tell you through dance.”

But Min Si-hwa did not give up.

“I’m a dancer, so I’ll speak through dance.”

“… … What should I do?”

“It shows the sparkle of the soul.”

“Hey, here?”

Min Si-hwa has never shown Jo A-ra proper dance. When teaching her, she only shows her the bare minimum movements, and otherwise, she sits on a chair and explains only through words or video.

Jo Ara was so excited that she forgot about the fight she had just had with Min Si Hwa. She spoke heatedly, even making a shrill sound.

“What are you going to do?!”

“I talked about the sense of unity between producers and idols earlier.”

Min Si-hwa seemed to have thrown away all the compassion and affection she had shown until just now, and returned to her usual cold image.

She cleanly ignored Joara’s question.

“Dance sports also require unity. A sense of unity between the leader and the follower. When the leader leads, the follower follows. However, a follower who only follows has no charm and has clear limitations. When two become one, it doesn’t mean simply submitting to one side or dominating the other. Like you.”

Min Si-hwa teased Jo Ara by poking her nose with his index finger. Jo Ara was startled and took a step back.

Min Si-hwa smiled sadistically.

“There is no charm in just obeying.”

“What, what? I obey? To whom? To the old man?!”

“You have to create your own pace and space to create an aura for your followers. Right now, you don’t have any sparkle, let alone a shred of charm. You’re the type that gets bored quickly.”

Jo Ara felt somehow stuffy, heavy, and hot inside. She wanted to refute Min Si Hwa right away, but she couldn’t think of what to refute or how to refute her.

“I understand. That’s how blind people are. Should I say that the light has disappeared? When you first came here, I introduced you as a dancer. Then you must have a desire to show off. If you forget that… … .”

“You say you speak with your dance? How long will you speak with your mouth?”

That was a truly impudent statement.

Min Si-hwa smiled faintly.

“It’s not time to show you now. You said you’d come to see my competition. I’ll show you then. Fortunately, it’ll be soon. That’s probably the last dance I’ll show you as your teacher, and it’s probably the most important lesson. Maybe the most important lesson because you’re an idol. Do your best to learn and feel it.”

Then Min Si-hwa looked towards the door.

But he just watched and did not come forward as promised to Seongpil.

“Let’s start class.”

* * *

“Do you know what the teacher said? He said the dancing was the problem. So he told me to change it… … .”

Joara, who was in the passenger seat, kept chattering without keeping her mouth shut for even a moment.

Seongpil thought it was as if he had burned Rika. Joara must have felt quite wronged.

“Sir, are you listening?”

“Yeah. I’m listening.”

“So, when everyone else says it’s good, you’re the only one who says it’s not good. Then, are the people in the world weird or are you weird? You’re just nitpicking.”

Seongpil, one of the strange people, kept his mouth shut. Min Sihwa tried to persuade Jo Ara with her own reasons, but Seongpil didn’t even have a reason to persuade her.

To be exact, I couldn’t tell Joara the reason.

‘I can’t say, ‘I think you’re worse than me in my past life… ‘

What Sungpil had been hoping for was the brilliance that Jo Ara had shown in her previous life. He thought that if he taught her the dance as it was, the current Jo Ara would be like that too.

But that wasn’t the case.

In that case, it would be much better for her to modify or completely change her dance so that it shines more.

That may be the case, but where should I start talking about it?

‘No, you know what to say first.’

As Min Si-hwa said, Seong-pil just needs to reveal that he wasn’t the one who created ‘Bad’.

In fact, that was all Seongpil had to say. How the situation would unfold was outside his realm.

‘If I just say that the choreography isn’t that great without mentioning the original author, Ara might misunderstand something else.’

Are you saying that because you saw Ginger dance?

Are you saying I’m worse than Ginger?

It’s obvious that Joara will try to strangle Seongpil in that way.

‘good.’

Seongpil took a deep breath and looked at Joara when the signal stopped.

“Arabic…….”

The moment he was about to speak, Seongpil had no choice but to keep his mouth shut again.

Anyone who sees Joara now would think so.

“why?”

Joara looked at Seongpil with boundless trust. Her cheeks were bright red like those of a lively child.

Jo Ara, who had been expressing her passionate affection for the ‘Bad’ choreography until just now.

She was full of thoughts of winning ‘Aoa’ with the dance created by Seongpil.

Joara said, that together with Sungpil’s dance, we will achieve victory together with Sungpil.

If her dancing seems lacking, it’s not the dancing’s fault, it’s the dancer’s fault.

Like a blood-maddened berserker facing a true saint, Seongpil bowed his head to the almost divine aura he felt from her.

“……no.”

“What is it, bland?”

The signal changed.

Seongpil stepped on the accelerator.

The car drove smoothly.

“So… … .”

“Ah, Araya!”

Suddenly, Sungpil called Joara loudly. She shook her shoulders in surprise.

“Oh, what is it? You’re surprising people!”

“You know, I really think that choreography is okay?”

“yes?”

“Teacher, teacher… … As you said, there may be shortcomings. No, I feel that there are shortcomings, but it’s not like I can’t say anything because I created that dance, right?”

Joara frowned as if she was bored.

“Even you say that? I like it. Everyone else says it’s good. Then it’s okay.”

“You won’t feel any different when you dance. Don’t you feel even a little bit of a lack?”

“Sir, could it be that Jin… … .”

Seongpil quickly continued speaking before the name Ginger came up.

“When you were deciding on the song ‘Aoa,’ you just decided on ‘Bad’ because I said to do it.”

“… … .”

“Isn’t dancing like that too?”

Joara slowly turned her head from Sungpil to face him and to her own legs. She wiggled the hand she had placed on her thigh.

“Well, choosing a song might be a bit rash… … .”

“Look. If the song is like that, and the dance is like that, then it’s not good. It’s an important stage. It’s especially important to you as a dancer. But don’t you think it’s a waste to decide based on my opinion?”

“Then it’s not possible?”

“Huh?”

Joara looked up at Seongpil while lowering her head.

“Is that not okay… … . Is it bad to do what you tell me to do…?”

Seongpil took a deep breath to speak. The breath was trapped in Seongpil’s lungs for a long time and could not come out.

How much time had passed since their eyes met?

Seongpil finally brought up the subject.

“I didn’t create that choreography.”

“……yes?”

Joara asked back with a look of confusion.

Seongpil said almost half-consciously.

“Right? Are you embarrassed? Well, it’s not like I made it, so you don’t have to be so observant of my feelings and stick to it. There was a problem from the beginning… … Since I didn’t make it, I can’t completely teach you the choreography.”

It was created by Joara in her previous life.

So, even if the current Joara is promoted, it will shine like in her previous life… … .

The very thought was complacent.

The past life and the present have changed so much that it is hard to compare them. Can’t you tell just by looking at Caius?

It takes a tremendous amount of effort to turn back what has gone wrong, or at least to make it look like it has been turned back.

For example, it takes an effort like running to the beach and declaring yourself as Erica’s first fan.

Even though he knew that, Sungpil vaguely relied on Joara’s abilities.

“In that situation, I don’t think I can completely adapt this choreography to you. I’ll have someone else adapt it… … .”

“Oh, right. So you didn’t make it.”

Surprisingly, Joara readily admitted it.

“Then who made it?”

Seongpil knew this question would come up.

“Someone I know.”

“That choreography is girlish, so it must have been created by a woman?”

“Huh? Huh… … .”

That’s true.

‘Bad’ is a dance for women.

Anything is fine, but if you compare the dancing of male idols and female idols, you can see at a glance how much the dancing differs depending on the gender.

Women focus on the lower body, men focus on the upper body.

Naturally, the form and development are bound to be different.

“No, but.”

Joara let out a hollow laugh.

Seongpil was nervous.

This kind of laughter seemed like Joara’s last mercy before she got angry. Should we call it the calm before the storm?

“I’m not that… …?”

Seongpil remained silent.

“But shouldn’t there be something to compare it to when you think it’s not that great? Everyone else says it’s good, but you’re saying, ‘It’s not that great, so you have to adapt it.’”

It felt like Joara was pouring out all the logical thinking she had accumulated throughout her life.

What does that mean?

There is no refutation.

In fact, the reason Sungpil insisted on adapting the dance was because of the comparison.

Seongpil compared Jo Ara from his past life with Jo Ara in his present life.

“Who are you comparing me to? Oh, I asked for nothing. Is that the person who created the choreography? Who is that? If you’re teaching me how to dance, I guess you’re really close to that person. Is that someone I know? I think you became close to that person while going to the Girls’ League to get choreography. Who is that person? If it’s someone close to you, you can just ask them to teach you.”

Fortunately, at the end, a question that Seongpil had prepared in advance came up. If you ask, “Who are you?”… … .

“We can’t meet now. He’s far away… … in America.”

“Oh, okay. Then I can ask them to record a video and give me feedback. Or I can take a lecture via video. I can learn that way, so why bother adapting it?”

“I can’t get in touch with you.”

“mister.”

Joara spoke with a very clear pronunciation, breaking each syllable apart as if it were the last.

“Does that make sense? You suddenly left and haven’t been able to contact me? Are you just trying to change the dance because you think it’s not that good compared to Ginger?”

“… … .”

Seongpil sighed quietly as he held the steering wheel tightly. He really didn’t know he would be telling this story in front of Jo Ara.

“That’s something my ex-girlfriend made me with whom I had a bad breakup. Think of it as a kind of tribute choreography she gave me. We broke up on bad terms, so we haven’t been in contact.”

“… … .”

“Do you understand why now?”

At least Joara will be convinced this way.

At least you know that it’s not because of Ginger that Sungpil wants to adapt the dance…

“Christopher’s ‘Bad’ is a song that came out in April 2018.”

“……ah.”

After his return, Sungpil developed a strange sense. Even when a new song comes out, he thinks of it as an ‘old song’.

From his perspective, all the songs that are currently appearing are old songs. So even when a song comes out, his impression ends at something like, ‘This is coming out now.’

I don’t remember exactly when a song came out, unless it’s a song by an idol I like. To begin with, they’re all just ‘old songs’.

Seongpil broke out in a cold sweat.

“That was when we were active… … I heard you didn’t have a girlfriend?”

“… … .”

I was refuted from a place I never expected.

Seongpil’s head turned white.

Joara’s voice grew louder. As her voice grew louder, so did her emotions. Most of the emotions seemed to be blaming Sungpil.

“When I asked you to dance, you got scared and ran away… … .”

She became more and more agitated.

“When it was just us, you met your girlfriend while lying to us. Did you even dance in front of your girlfriend? Even the dance that your girlfriend made?”

“… … .”

Is that where you get angry?

“You gave me that dance?!”

“Ah, Araya, listen first!”

Seongpil straightened his expression, which must have been distorted into something ugly. And just when he thought he had regained the expression of a trustworthy producer, he lowered his voice and spoke.

“I think the ‘Bad’ choreography doesn’t suit you as well as I expected. If we were to use a clothes metaphor, it would be like the size doesn’t fit. So, I’ll make it suit you better… … .”

“Am I worse than that woman?!”

Min Si-hwa was right.

Joara almost caused a match.

But when Sungpil saw Jo Ara getting angry, he surprisingly became calm.

When Joara’s emotions become intense, he shouldn’t react in the same way. This is probably because that instinct has already been deeply engraved in Sungpil’s mind.

‘We have to win.’

From this point on, before returning to the company, Sungpil must defeat Joara.

‘This is the way for Ara.’

I hope Joara wins against Ginger.

The Ginger that Sungpil saw was so beautiful that he couldn’t say it in front of Jo Ara, but his hands were shaking because the blood flowed through his body. The dance she showed was so perfect that it was hard to believe it was unfinished.

To beat that ginger.

‘It shouldn’t be a dance that I can’t convince myself of.’

If Joara fights Ginger now, she will lose.

I don’t know if the winner will be decided by votes or public reaction, but I think dancer Joa will feel defeated after the results come out.

Yeah, I’ll support you if you stick with it in the current situation.

I don’t know if it would be different if Joara changed her choreography.

‘I need to move in a direction where I can at least revive the light I saw from Ara in my previous life, even if it’s just a little bit.’

Seongpil’s expression hardened.

“Araya.”

And he began to persuade Joara by using all his knowledge as a producer.

* * *

Seo Yu-seon entered the practice room.

The choreographers expressed their doubts when he did not come with Sungpil and Jo Ara.

“What about you and Ara?”

“Uh… … I don’t know how to express this.”

“Why are you doing that?”

“I was too scared to say anything, so I just came.”

“yes?”

“Well, ah! Do you understand if I say that I’m like a couple who come out of the family court and are told, ‘See you in four weeks’?”

I have no idea.

“I guess my husband is getting a divorce under unfavorable conditions. His face looks gloomy.”

I don’t know any more.