Producer with no Regrets - Chapter 531



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Episode 531

“This is the last dance… …?”

Are you saying I’ll never be able to dance properly again?

Joara grew increasingly pale. She desperately appealed to the disciple who had told her about the ruptured Achilles tendon.

“I have to stop it!”

“It’s the teacher’s decision, so how can I stop him?”

“If you can’t dance, doesn’t that mean you can’t walk? Is it a normal decision to live your whole life like that?!”

Joara’s scream was enough to attract the attention of those around her.

Min Si-hwa and Seo Hak-jun’s disciples looked at her, fidgeting.

“no.”

The disciple denied it.

“After today, you will probably be back to normal, although you may need to wear a cast or splint if things are severe.”

“Oh, really… … ?”

“It will be more uncomfortable than it is now, but you can still go about your daily life. Since you won’t be able to put strength into your ankles… …you won’t be able to do things like rough running.”

So of course I can’t dance.

Min Sihwa is still in a serious state.

The first time I ruptured my Achilles tendon, I overcame it with surgery and rehab. Then I kept dancing, and it ruptured again.

If you push yourself too hard here, you’ll be in big trouble. That’s what the doctor said. As the disciple said, he won’t be able to run, let alone take a simple step properly.

“why…….”

Joara muttered in a dazed manner. As she stumbled, Seongpil supported her from behind.

“This is the teacher’s last dance. As a disciple, I think it’s polite to watch until the end.”

The disciple who said that turned his gaze to Min Si-hwa instead of Jo Ara. Jo Ara also looked at Min Si-hwa, trembling slightly.

‘ah.’

At that moment, a thought occurred to Jo Ara. She always felt uneasy whenever she went to Min Si Hwa’s academy.

‘Where are the other students?’

Since it was a private lesson, there might not be other students, but it was strange that it went on for several weeks.

The next student may come first and wait, or there may be a previous student.

But whenever Jo Ara came, Min Si-hwa would always just sit on the chair and sip coffee.

A chill ran down Joara’s spine.

‘When teaching dance, I either showed short movements or showed a lot of video footage… ‘

It was because Min Si-hwa couldn’t dance.

Her teachings were valuable even without direct demonstration, so Joara accepted such absurdities without any doubt.

Or, I vaguely hoped that Min Si-hwa would guide me directly as time passed.

Jo Ara looked at Min Si-hwa and realized.

‘wound…….’

Min Si-hwa always wore long pants, so her scars, which were not visible, were clearly revealed.

It was a red scar carved vertically on the Achilles tendon, above the heel of her shoe. It was a large wound that made me feel sick the moment I saw it.

‘In that state… … .’

Are you dancing?

Shin A-reum once twisted her back while practicing dancing. She complained of pain, so they took her to the hospital and gave her a painkiller shot before she stood on stage.

Even so, Shin A-reum suffered for several weeks.

So much so that the strong Shin A-reum grimaced on stage.

‘however…….’

Min Si-hwa was smiling.

It was an incredibly bright and beautiful smile.

* * *

‘Ah, this is it.’

Min Si-hwa danced in ecstasy. She spoke to the world as she walked the stage with her lover.

‘Look at me.’

Dancers are the embodiment of self-display.

I’m anxious because I can’t show myself to anyone.

There is probably no one in the world who thinks about, talks about, and dreams about their bodies as much as dancers.

The movements that Min Si-hwa imagines in her mind are soon put into practice in reality and written in the form of dance.

The manifestation of the idea.

In the idea, Min Si-hwa reached heaven.

‘Hakjun.’

But his partner, Seo Hak-jun, was sad.

A smile appeared on his lips, but a terrible sadness swirled within his eyes.

“what’s the matter.”

Min Si-hwa couldn’t hold back her laughter and said:

“Aren’t you happy?”

“I’m happy… … .”

Min Si-hwa stepped forward, entrusting her body to Seo Hak-jun. The feeling of stretching her legs as she cut through the air. It was like running along the ground… .

“what are you doing?”

Seo Hak-jun didn’t match it.

As a leader, he did not lead his followers properly. He only danced with the bare minimum of basic movements.

Seo Hak-jun was speechless.

But Min Si-hwa read his mind.

“Do whatever you want.”

Use me as you wish, as a leader.

Seo Hak-jun closed his eyes and twisted his lips. Then he supported Min Si-hwa’s back firmly and stretched out his legs.

In an instant, cheers erupted from the audience.

The two of them spin around and around. Just as flowers on a turntable spin around and scatter their petals, they become a storm of flowers and run around the stage.

All the judges moved their pens.

“ah…….”

Min Si-hwa let out an excited breath.

“love you…….”

Seo Hak-jun smiled. It was because he knew that the love was not directed at him.

Min Si-hwa loved dancing.

“me too.”

The sadness disappeared from Seo Hak-jun’s eyes.

At the same time, she was lost in the caress of the dance. Eventually, she melted and became completely one with the world.

Oneness of self and self.

Become air, become flame, walk through the air without leaving a single weight behind.

* * *

The second stage after the waltz.

Slow foxtrot.

Min Si-hwa and Seo Hak-jun’s dance moves changed from heavy to smooth.

It was an endlessly static dance. But inside Min Si-hwa, a dynamism that could not be hidden was stirring.

Among the heavily pressed people, she even had the illusion that only the space around her was distorted.

‘Stillness in motion, stillness in motion.’

Jo Ara thought of that word while watching Min Si-hwa’s dance. It is a concept introduced by one of the choreographers hired by Garo Enter, a traditional Korean dancer.

There is movement in stillness, and there is stillness in movement.

It is a word that refers to the atmosphere of the dance, not the technique, and it is not clear whether it is to stop or to move.

The truth that cannot be expressed through movement can only be felt by the audience through the atmosphere. In other words, it is a method of expression that can only rely on the aura of the individual dancer.

‘That’s it.’

I was able to understand a concept that I couldn’t feel even after watching the dance of the dancer Jo Ara through Min Si-hwa.

Movement and technique aren’t everything.

The aura of the dancer completes the dance.

Joara covered her mouth with her palm because she felt like crying.

‘That dance is by the teacher… … .’

It is creating life by burning it.

I don’t want to cry, get carried away by emotions, and shed tears. I don’t want to miss Min Si-hwa’s dance even for a moment.

‘The teachings given to me.’

This is the final dance performed by a dancer who has reached perfection.

The third stage after the slow foxtrot.

tango.

Min Si-hwa’s costumes shone. Her passionate red dress stood out more than any other dancer on stage.

“Araya, are you okay?”

Seongpil, who was standing next to me, asked.

Joara didn’t answer and just looked at Min Sihwa. Seongpil didn’t speak to her anymore either.

Min Si-hwa’s disciples were already shedding tears. Jo A-ra felt the same way, but she did not shed tears.

Must see.

We must look at all of Min Si-hwa’s teachings without leaving out even a single little thing.

And, it appears.

‘It’s different.’

Min Si-hwa and Seo Hak-jun are clearly different from others.

Since Jo Ara is a dancer, could it be that she has a different aesthetic eye than the average person?

‘no.’

Even ordinary people feel it.

That’s a creature that’s clearly different from other dancers. That’s how big the difference is.

Joara glanced at another couple.

‘Over there, the leader is almost leading the followers.’

Make your followers obey you and force them to follow your steps. You can feel the pressure on your followers.

Their dance was dynamic and passionate, but the space between them seemed to be growing wider.

‘Over there.’

I saw another couple called Joara.

‘The leader is considerate of his followers.’

I’m so considerate that my movements are slow.

The two seem to get along well.

Even in his movements, he stands out with his caution, consideration, and affection.

But that’s the limit.

Consideration is something you do because you don’t know the other person. It’s a compromise you come up with while feeling anxious about what the other person will be like.

In comparison, Min Si-hwa and Seo Hak-jun.

‘One.’

They move as if their two bodies are one.

The judges and the audience are only looking at Min Si-hwa.

‘Hey.’

Min Si-hwa’s voice lingers.

‘Sports dance is an unfair sport. People mostly judge by the leader. Numbers are only attached to the back of the leader. There are many people who treat followers like tools. They are told to follow unconditionally.’

However, such people can never move forward. Sports dance has a clear division of roles between leaders and followers, but it is strictly a pair dance.

‘One should not subdue the other, nor should one submit to the other.’

You must know each other as if you were each other, as if you held each other’s thoughts in the palm of your hand.

‘When it gets to that point, people will look at the followers as well as the leader. Only then will they reach an equal position. No, later on, they will be able to surpass them.’

The leader is treated as a picture frame, and the followers themselves become pictures inside the frame.

People don’t look at frames.

Look at the picture.

Min Si-hwa was showing it herself.

You don’t need any sophisticated aesthetic sense to know how good her dancing has become.

‘A follower who just follows has no charm and has clear limitations. When two become one, it’s not simply about submitting to one side or dominating the other. Like you.’

Joara’s nose was tingling.

Just like the day she heard those words, when Min Si-hwa tapped the tip of her nose with her index finger.

‘There’s no charm in just obeying.’

Min Si-hwa said that with a smile. And also, since she was a dancer, she said she would express it through dance.

Joara bit her lips tightly.

‘So this is what it means to speak through dance.’

I’ve heard it so many times that dance is language.

You could call it a language in that it expresses something, but it doesn’t have the clarity of a real language.

The idea that dance is a language is nothing more than a beautiful metaphor and a metaphor. That’s what Jo Ara used to think, but now she has no choice but to change her mind.

‘The teacher is talking to me.’

Dance is written in the air.

A truly profligate art that evaporates after a certain amount of time. Like writing, like a painting, the sparkle of the soul that burns and emits every moment without leaving a form.

But the sparkle of that moment remains in people’s hearts.

Something that remains in someone’s memory, people call that a masterpiece.

A masterpiece of humanity that will disappear from the world in a few minutes.

After the tango, the next, fourth stage.

Quickstep.

It’s a huge sweat.

Everyone who went on stage was sweating like rain. Before the next stage started, they went back to the waiting room, took off their clothes, dried the sweat, and applied something like baby powder to their bodies.

Min Si-hwa and Seo Hak-jun were no exception.

Seo Hak-jun’s disciples dried his pants with a dryer and dried his back and arms with towels.

Min Si-hwa wiped her face and touched up her makeup.

Jo Ara stood in front of Min Si-hwa.

“Should I do it for you?”

Min Si-hwa smiled.

“Can I ask you a favor?”

“yes.”

“Getting makeup done by an idol? That’s luxurious.”

“… … .”

Joara was about to ask if her ankle was okay, but then stopped herself.

Fourth stage, quickstep.

Seo Hak-jun and Min Si-hwa came out on stage. As soon as they came out to take their seats, an unprecedented cheer erupted from the audience.

Sports reporters took several photos of the legend’s final performance.

The song started playing.

Min Si-hwa and Seo Hak-jun took brisk steps. The simple steps turned into complex variations, and eventually transformed into an amalgamation that no one had ever seen before.

Even those dancing on stage became dazed and forgot to move when Min Si-hwa came into view.

The audience that had been filled with cheers became quiet.

Several of the judges dropped their files and pens.

“This is something that should be done on the world stage… … .”

Someone was mumbling softly.

Joara’s hands and lips trembled slightly. She felt as if her vision was turning white.

Stendhal syndrome is coming.

It seems like everything in the world is falling apart, becoming blurry, and only Min Si-hwa remains.

People became blurry and turned into black powder, scattering in all directions and disappearing.

The stage collapsed into the ground, leaving behind only an invisible platform.

With everything else in the world gone, only Min Si-hwa remained and danced. No, only the dance remained.

The dance looked at Joara.

Soon Joara could no longer hold back her tears.

“iced coffee…….”

Only such meaningless words came out.

A dance that the master created by burning his life into it, a dance that reached perfection that she would not be able to see until the moment of her death.

Like when old-timers first saw Elvis Presley’s ‘Jailhouse Rock’.

Like the first time I heard Miles Davis’ ‘So What’.

Like the first time I heard the Beatles’ ‘Hey Jude’.

Like the first time I saw Michael Jackson’s ‘Thriller’.

I felt like Joara.

This is a feeling that will never come to my life again. This newness will never come to my life again. It will remain in me forever, forming a part of me.

“Was it that cool?”

The dance asked Joara.

Joara nodded.

“Do you understand what I said?”

Joara nodded.

The dance gently stroked Joara’s hair.

“That’s fortunate.”

Joara wiped her tears and looked ahead.

It was a firework.

The flames cleared and Min Si-hwa was revealed. She was smiling at Jo A-ra with a face soaked with sweat.

She stumbled and almost fell.

Seo Hak-jun received her.

* * *

“Because I thought of it and created it, I can express it best, ra… … .”

Min Si-hwa was sitting on the hospital bed.

She swung her cast-wrapped right leg and tapped the ground with her crutches.

“That’s right.”

“Well, I guess so.”

Jo Ara came to visit Min Si-hwa in the hospital.

The topic of conversation just now was about the artistry that Seongpil gave us.

“It’s obvious that you can do it well because you thought about it. The exception is when your ability doesn’t keep up. If you have the ability, then you can do it with the choreography you made… … If you’re an idol, is it a song? Or a concept?”

“That’s roughly it.”

“That’s true, but it’s actually more like an excuse.”

“yes?”

Min Si-hwa tapped the cast with her cane. It looked itchy.

Joara snatched her cane away in shock.

“It’s not as common as you might think to find someone who can completely digest something someone else has worked so hard to create. After all, they’re just copying the original.”

“Uh… is that so?”

Min Si-hwa explained.

Dancing is an art that utilizes the unique body that is one of a kind in the world. Singing is like dancing in that it uses the unique voice.

If such unique art turns into an imitation of someone else’s elaborately crafted work, its aura will inevitably fade.

Suppressing the artist’s uniqueness, spontaneity, and individuality and focusing only on repetition and reproduction obviously has its limits.

Because there are limitations, even if it is immature, creating something yourself has the advantage in terms of expressive power.

“In the end, the performer can’t reach the ideal world that the producer has in mind. Originally, the ideal world is something that humans can’t reach. So, the idea that ‘I thought of it, so I can express it the best’ is a kind of excuse.”

I have a really great idea, but you can’t do it, so let’s just do what you came up with.

Emphasizing artistry can be an excuse in that sense.

“Of course, when ability and will come together, it is best to create something that you can do yourself. Perhaps Michael Jackson is the best example.”

“Teacher, teacher, does Michael Jackson know?”

“What does he know about me? Of course he knows. Billy Jeans Not My Lover—.”

Min Si-hwa couldn’t sing.

“But Michael Jackson is literally the best example. There will never be another artist like him again.”

“Aren’t you underestimating humanity? The Earth’s population will soon reach 8 billion. Wouldn’t one of them be Michael Jackson?”

“There must be as many people with that much talent as grains of sand.”

“… … I think the sand grains are a bit of an exaggeration.”

“Michael Jackson is different from the grains of sand. He has talent, and from a young age, he had ambition and spent his whole life doing music. Yes, the other two conditions, apart from talent, are the problem.”

Talent is something that humans are born with.

How will we fill the ‘environment from childhood’ and ‘ambition (will)’? Will such a person ever be born in human history?

“The talent to perfectly imitate what someone else has created… … That is, the ability to perfectly reproduce someone else’s ideal is as rare as Michael Jackson’s artistry. In the end, I can’t say that either the creative artistry that Director Oppa mentioned or the ability to reproduce as an idol is superior.”

“… … Then what should I do?”

“It’s a bad habit to ask others for directions.”

Min Si-hwa hit Jo A-ra between the eyebrows with a friendly hand. When Jo A-ra frowned, Min Si-hwa smiled affectionately.

“But you’re better suited to do what you think of yourself rather than doing what others tell you to do. You weren’t born to follow others.”

“Phrenology is a pseudoscience.”

“Yeah, you’re not just that kind of person. Are you satisfied?”

“… …Can you come see me filming?”

“Shall we go?”

“If you want to come, come.”

Joara looked at Min Sihwa’s cast.

“Regret… … .”

“There are too many.”

When Jo Ara started to cry, Min Si-hwa held her head to his chest.

“Araya.”

Min Si-hwa called Jo A-ra’s name. Jo A-ra was surprised by the unfamiliar title and for some reason, she felt like crying.

“Live and do whatever you want. Before your mind and body age, do whatever you want. Dance as much as you want, love as much as you want, go wherever you want to go, have sex… .”

“I’ll get there.”

Min Si-hwa took Jo A-ra out of her arms with a smile.

“I don’t regret it, of course. But, the moment I was dancing was so ecstatic and happy. So I don’t regret that moment. I will remember that moment and use it as a sustenance for the rest of my life. Because it gave me the strength to live.”

“… … .”

At that moment, the hospital room door opened and Seo Hak-jun came in. He was holding a flower in his arms.

Joara greeted him politely and packed her bag.

“I’ll go.”

“In a moment… … .”

Before Seo Hak-jun could say anything, Jo A-ra quickly left the hospital room. She didn’t want to interrupt the couple’s cozy time together.

Seo Hak-jun smiled and sat down next to Min Si-hwa.

“gift.”

“Thank you.”

Min Si-hwa took the bouquet and smelled its fragrance. Then she placed the bouquet on the shelf and leaned against Seo Hak-jun.

“What do I do now, I can’t dance.”

“How about looking for something else?”

“What should I do?”

“Try learning a musical instrument. It might suit you better… … .”

Min Si-hwa’s shoulders trembled slightly. Seo Hak-jun turned his gaze to the ceiling instead of looking at her.

Then he said cheerfully.

“Shall we dance?”

Before Min Si-hwa could even express her question, Seo Hak-jun grabbed her hand and lifted her up. He then made Min Si-hwa lean deeply against his body.

“Okay, crutches.”

“……what.”

Min Si-hwa smiled brightly and leaned on her cane.

“If we do this, we’ll just be walking while holding hands.”

“That’s dancing too.”

Seo Hak-jun played a song on his phone.

“Piazzolla? Are you going to make a guy with legs like this do the tango?”

“You like it.”

“anyhow.”

Seo Hak-jun held onto each other with his left hand, and Min Si-hwa held onto each other with her right hand, and they slowly moved their feet.

Min Si-hwa was on crutches, so their steps were incredibly slow. Everything they had seen during the competition seemed like a lie.

After a while, Min Si-hwa buried her eyes in Seo Hak-jun’s shoulder.

“What do we do now?”

Min Si-hwa’s voice was trembling, a mixture of laughter and tears.

“You said you fell in love with me because I was a good dancer. But now I can’t dance… … .”

“Oh, that?”

Seo Hak-jun gently hugged his wife.

“That’s a lie.”

“uh……?”

“Actually, it was love at first sight.”

Min Si-hwa burst into laughter while crying.

* * *

“I’m so cold I could die… … .”

Shin A-reum sneezed repeatedly. Then she quickly swept her bare skin exposed under her short sleeves with her hand.

She sniffled and looked at Baekseolha.

“Teacher, aren’t you cold?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah.”

Snow White is wearing short sleeves like Shin Areum.

It was a cold autumn morning in October.

The weather changed dramatically in just a few days.

It looked like it was going to snow soon.

“It’s been a while since you’ve been called in for producing work, hasn’t it?”

“I know.”

Shin A-reum was called by Seo Yu-seon, and Baek Seol-ha was called by Jeong Ji-eum and Rika.

Seo Yu-seon called Shin A-reum, saying, “I have something I want to try.” It seems that she has created an incredible piece that will fulfill Sung-pil and Jo A-ra’s demands.

‘I could almost guess what you were going to call me… … .’

It must be a bizarrely difficult choreography.

Shin A-reum sighed deeply in worry. In comparison, Baek Seol-ha was innocent and naive.

“Teacher, aren’t you really cold?”

Shin Areum asked, sniffling.

“Or are you holding on to Gao because she’s your older sister?”

“Go, go… … . It’s really not cold, what should I do… … .”

“Well, people with a lot of fat are less sensitive to the cold.”

“uh?!”

“But isn’t winter uncomfortable? Even if you just sit still, you lose weight.”

“… … You have to be careful not to eat that much.”

Snow White spoke with a tearful face.

They say that people feel less cold because they have a lot of fat… … It’s a statement that’s hard to make even with close friends.

‘Have I been too lax lately?’

Perhaps it was time to return to Baek Seol-ha, the ruthless dictator of the Girls’ League.

She crossed her arms, wondering how to impress Shin A-reum. Then, she suddenly felt it. The fat on her arm…

“You said that after looking at my chest?!”

“Then what else is there?”

Shin Areum looked at Baek Seol-ha as if she was seeing a strange person. Baek Seol-ha was dumbfounded and speechless.

In the meantime, the two entered the company. Since it was still before work hours, a pleasant silence filled the company.

But there was a problem.

“Why aren’t you turning on the heater? It’s cold… … .”

“Isn’t Director Han here right now? Would you like to speak to him?”

The moment you suggest turning on the heater, Han Gu-in will smile brightly and ask, “What on earth do you mean?”

Hanguin was sensitive to any suggestion to spend more money for any reason. Even if Shin Areum started a war of words, she would not be able to win against Hanguin’s verbal skills.

‘The last resort is to use my authority to pressure one of the directors… … .’

How dare you disobey the request of the only artist in Garo Enter? What if you get hurt like this!

If you do this, the Korean people will listen with tears in their eyes.

‘… … I don’t want to see that kind of thing.’

It’ll get hotter during the day anyway, so I guess I’ll just have to endure it.

When Seongpil comes to work, I have to bring his jacket and wear it.

Shin A-reum erased the lame joke from her mind. Then she headed to the practice room she had promised.

“Kkaaaak!”

As soon as Shin A-reum opened the door, she saw a ghost.

It was a ghost that was spewing out ominous smoke from its entire body. Its hair was disheveled and its body was covered in moisture, as if it was filled with the cold air of the underworld… … .

“Is it okay?”

The ghost’s true identity was Joara.

She was dancing, her whole body drenched in sweat. The practice room was also as cold as the outside. Because of that, the steam evaporated from Joara’s heated skin and filled the surroundings.

It looked like some cartoon character had awakened.

“You really… … .”

Are you saying that you didn’t come into the dorm and just kept dancing here?

Shin A-reum wondered whether Jo A-ra’s behavior should be considered a deviation. Jo A-ra often said, “Dancing is for men, it’s for entertainment, it’s for pleasure, and so on.”

Metaphorically, she rolled around with a man all night long.

“… … .”

Without even thinking about such a joke, Shin A-reum was captivated by Jo A-ra’s dance.

Joara continued dancing as if there was no new beauty.

Danish singer Christopher’s voice echoed through the practice room. The cheerful yet somewhat gloomy emotion of ‘Bad’ enveloped Joara’s body and spread in all directions.

The song ended immediately.

The dance is over.

Joara looked at Shin A-reum, gasping for breath.

“Are you here?”

“You… … changed the dance?”

“Uh. Well, how is it?”

“Why all of a sudden?”

“Just.”

Joara gulped down the water and spoke nonchalantly.

“I don’t think just obeying is my style.”

“what.”

“So what?”

“Did you create it?”

“uh.”

“Ugh… … .”

He said that he would one day dance Sungpil’s dance without changing a single word and make Sungpil’s nose flat, but he was just talking.

Did you change it in the end?

If that was the case, then why did you drink and vent that day?

“Oh, what do you think?”

Joara whined.

Shin A-reum laughed at him. The laughter soon turned into a pure smile.

“That’s cool.”

* * *

Erica came out to the front door and greeted Ginger. When she saw that Ginger was wearing short sleeves, she went into her room and brought out a cardigan to put on.

“It’s cold today.”

“It was hot yesterday. The weather can’t change in one day.”

“Tseup, listen to me. You don’t know Korea.”

“Okay, I understand.”

Erica meticulously arranged her outfit.

I smoothed out the wrinkles in the cardigan with my hands, fixed Ginger’s bangs, and personally checked to see if she had packed everything in her bag.

Ginger laughed bashfully and indulged herself in Erica’s company.

“I’m so tired.”

“I think so. If you’re really tired, buy some coffee on the way. Even if it’s just for a little while, make sure to close your eyes.”

Erica looked at Ginger with pity.

It just so happened that the filming of the monumental event called ‘Aoa’ happened at the same time as my comeback.

The comeback is just a few days away, and I can’t imagine how much mental strain you’re going through while also preparing for ‘Aoa.’

“But I will do my best for the sake of everyone in the group, the youth, the KS Entertainment staff, and my benefactor.”

“Yeah, thanks Ginger.”

Erica shook Ginger’s shoulder one last time, and Ginger did a salute that she didn’t know who taught her.

“I’ll be back soon!”

“huh.”

As Ginger turned her back, Erica called her back with an ‘ah’ sound.

“Did you make up with Ara?”

“Oh, maybe I did.”

“Did I tell you clearly before?”

“That’s right, I was busy so I asked Director Park to do it for me… … .”

“That won’t do. I’ll make sure to convey it again today.”

“Oh, I see!”

Ginger clenched her fists.

“I’ll have a great time dancing with Ara!”

“What about Mr. Globe Jiyu?”

“I’ll have fun dancing with him too!”

“okay.”

Erica stroked Ginger’s head.

“What do you think, do you think we can win?”

Ginger’s expression hardened for a moment. Then, as if she was reading the situation, she smiled faintly.

“I will work hard.”

“try hard?”

“I will do my best to make sure I win!”

“Do your best?”

“Smell the best results!”

Erica smiled with satisfaction at Ginger’s confidence.

Yeah, that’s how it should be.

‘Aoa’ will be released when KAIST’s activities are nearing their end, or after they have finished their activities.

What if the youths hear news of Ginger’s defeat while they are enjoying the last moments of the season? The youths will be very sad.

Erica and Ginger never wanted to disappoint their fans.

so.

“We must win.”

“Okay, I understand. I’ll be back soon.”

“Even if the opponent is Ara, whom you admire, can you win?”

“… … .”

Ginger nodded heavily.

The day of filming ‘Aoa’.

Five hours left until filming.