Producer with no Regrets - Chapter 565



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Episode 565

“I feel regretful, so I want to keep moving my body. I want to completely lose my thoughts.

‘Our Producing Season 3’ producer decision meeting. There were two applicants there.

This is Rika and Jang Ha-yang.

Since neither of them would back down, they played rock-paper-scissors as a last resort. The result was Jang Ha-yang’s victory.

“I think the reason the director wasn’t chosen as ‘Producer of the Year’ at the awards ceremony was probably because of ‘our producing.’ So this time… … .”

Rika started dancing, but then stopped.

She clenched her fists.

“This time, the director, the director, I would like to give you the honor… … .”

“Rika… … .”

“Keeeeeek!”

“… … ?!”

Rika suddenly screamed and ran towards Seongpil. Seongpil was also startled and held her in one arm while looking around.

“What’s wrong? What is it? Who’s there?! Who is it!”

“It’s a ghost!”

Rika pointed to the mirror.

A vague figure stood through the open door.

Seongpil felt breathless when he saw that.

It’s a real ghost!

“It’s me.”

It was Jang Ha-yang.

She opened the door and came inside.

Rika fell to her knees, her strength drained.

“Huh, Hayang?”

“It was you, Sister! Why didn’t you come in and why are you just standing there! I almost died from shock!”

“Ahaha, I think the atmosphere is really good.”

“Huh? Oh, where did you hear that from!”

“hmm.”

Jang Ha-yang imitated Rika.

She brushed her hair back proudly, then timidly lowered her head. Then she looked up at Seongpil with sparkling eyes.

“… … Are you proud?”

It seems tempting.

Eyes that seem hesitant, hands clasped together, shoulders that tremble with anxiety, and feet that wiggle without confidence.

I feel a protective instinct naturally.

Seongpil fell into the delusion that he was pushing Jang Ha-yang. He felt a sudden urge to comfort her.

“I saw it from here.”

“Don’t exaggerate! Atashi said that?!”

“That’s right.”

“Rika said this? She wasn’t that vixen-like.”

“Fox?! You thought so, a little bit?!”

“Ahaha, so I’m totally like a fox?”

Seeing her attitude change so quickly, it seems like Jang Ha-yang didn’t learn acting carelessly.

How was Jang Ha-yang’s acting just now?

The male actor who played the opposite role was so confused between reality and drama that he lost his mind.

“Well, it was the same as Ha-yang about 3.5 years ago.”

“I get the general idea! At that time, Hayang’s whole body was like, ‘Please look at me!’”

“That’s right. Back then, it seemed like it would disappear if I touched it even slightly… … .”

now…….

“Where are you looking?”

“Delta. But what about water?”

The water bottle that Jang Ha-yang was holding was empty. He said he had gone to get some water.

“I thought it would be better to go to the convenience store. Would you like to go with me?”

“No, I’ll buy it. You guys wait.”

“No, I want to get some fresh air. Does Rika want to practice more?”

“What if a ghost appears? But I want to practice! But I’m scared of ghosts!”

“What do you want me to do?”

In the end, all three decided to go to the convenience store together.

* * *

Tomoe, a trainee singer affiliated with Webex.

She trudged through the darkened hallways of the Webex building, on her way home after a late night of composing music.

I liked the creepy atmosphere.

‘Now the 100th song.’

Tomoe was given a test by Misato, the head of the singer management headquarters. She had to write and compose 100 songs before debuting.

The assignment I received last year showed no signs of ending until the end of this year.

But the last 100 songs have a completely different weight than before. This is because Misato said this.

‘I wrote the last song thinking it would be my debut song.’

So I can’t write with as much lightness as before.

Moreover, the purpose of this test was not simply to improve Tomoe’s technical skills.

The goal was to tone down Tomoe’s artistic colors and allow him to write songs that appeal to the general public.

Thanks to that, Tomoe learned how to write songs that are commonly referred to as ‘popular songs’. Even if it meant sacrificing some of her own color, she learned how to succeed in the music market.

‘Think of this song as my debut song,’ he said…

Thinking about it like that made my heart heavy.

This last song will be the turning point that defines Tomoe as an artist. Tomoe himself felt it.

‘I can’t come up with any good ideas. And if I keep doing this… … .’

Tomoe has composed 99 songs so far.

None of them satisfied Tomoe. There was nothing that he could say, “This is me.”

There were songs that I thought were ‘good’, but there were no songs that I felt were ‘this is the only one’.

To be honest, Tomoe felt like she had reached her limit. She knew that if she could break through this, she would grow, but she didn’t know how to do it.

When I told Misato about these concerns, she said this.

’99 out of 100 people fall apart at that stage. They debut with a song that compromises appropriately, and then disappear appropriately.’

Seiko said that it didn’t do that.

It seems that only when I absolutely felt that it was ‘only me’ did I include it in the album.

Tomoe laughed vainly and ruffled her already disheveled hair.

She liked using conditioner when washing her hair. She liked the feeling of her hair becoming smooth.

But these days, because of composing, everything is so tiring that she just uses shampoo. She also roughly dries her hair. That’s why her hair is always disheveled.

Her hair, once neatly straight, is long gone.

‘Seiko-senpai is an incredible genius.’

It’s amazing how you can make so many songs that make you think, ‘This is me’, and they all achieve popular success.

The word genius must exist for Seiko. In comparison, I am… … .

“… … .”

Tomoe stood at the intersection.

If you go right, you’ll find the elevator, if you go left, you’ll find the recording studio, and if you go back the way you came, you’ll find the artist lounge.

It’s that kind of intersection.

“… … Hmm.”

Tomoe took the guitar out of the case on his back. He held it with both hands and looked into the darkness before him.

Tomoe looked around and then knelt down.

‘Robert Johnson.’

He is a great musician who is called the originator of blues music. His guitar technique was unrivaled by anyone in his time, and his technique was passed down to rock and roll, contributing greatly to the development of rock.

Eric Clapton, who has been called the guitar god, has also said that he learned from Robert Johnson.

There is a legend attached to Robert Johnson, who was such a peerless genius.

‘Robert, who boasted of his poor guitar skills.’

He was cursed at by people and disappeared for a while. When he came back, people were shocked.

His guitar skills had become so great that no one could compare them to him.

People said.

‘Robert made a deal with the devil.’

There was a superstition that was circulating among black people at the time.

If you kneel at the crossroads, a demon will appear. The demon will grant you your wish in exchange for your soul.

Robert Johnson is said to have made a deal with the devil. He knelt down and held his guitar high, and the devil took the guitar and tuned it for him.

And Robert Johnson became the genius of the century, is revered as the originator of the blues genre, and died at the age of 27.

Tomoe has anecdotes of countless genius musicians, hoping to become one of them.

“Please, devil.”

Tomoe raised the guitar he was holding in both hands high.

“I have genius… … .”

A power that can even surpass Kafu Seiko.

As he said that, the darkness returned only silence.

Tomoe let out a sigh mixed with laughter.

“How could that be possible…? … I’m not even black?!”

Tomoe accidentally dropped his guitar.

The guitar rolled across the floor, making a loud noise that spread in all directions. The guitar’s soundboard amplified the impact it had just received and spread it in all directions.

“My guitar aaaa …

Tomoe’s soul rolled on the floor. She crawled towards the guitar, tears streaming down her face.

“Are you okay?”

That was when.

In the darkness where I couldn’t see an inch, a man’s voice was heard. And then a hand reached out from the darkness and picked up the guitar.

“to?”

The man held the guitar in his arms and examined it.

“The strings have been released.”

The man tuned his guitar strings. The loose strings were pulled taut.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m not the one writing it, so you can’t just tune it however you want. Sorry, here.”

The man handed the guitar to Tomoe.

Tomoe took the guitar, still on her knees, her hands trembling.

Finally his face was revealed.

Tomoe knows that face.

devil.

“… … Pectoralis major! Inverted triangle!”

The devil is the pectoralis major and the inverted triangle!

I ran into him in the hallway this year. Himura was looking for him, and Tomoe had unknowingly pointed him in the opposite direction from where he had gone.

I even wrote a song thinking of him.

“……yes?”

When he suddenly heard the words pectoralis major and inverted triangle, the devil, no, the man, Seongpil, was flustered.

and.

“uh?”

Seongpil’s face became even more flushed with embarrassment.

“Tomoe… …?”

“to.”

Tomoe was more embarrassed than Seongpil.

She is still an apprentice artist, so it is highly unlikely that her name has been made known to the outside world.

But when Seongpil said his name so casually, I got goosebumps. Those goosebumps weren’t unpleasant.

For Tomoe, this moment felt like a revelation.

If he’s a devil, he’d obviously know his own name…

* * *

Seongpil knows Tomoe.

I can’t help but know.

Just as Sungpil knew Rika since she returned, Sungpil knows Tomoe.

Her trademark disheveled hair. As soon as he saw it, Sungpil remembered her.

‘That’s what Seol-ha said in the old days.’

If an Asian wants to become a rock star, they have to be born in Japan.

A rock star is right in front of Sungpil.

A symbol of an era.

“Tomoe… … .”

Sungpil still remembers the title that was given to her. If Rika had become a legend in the Japanese idol world for her beauty, she was called this.

‘Icon of Japan’s Generation Z.’

An unparalleled musician who will follow in Gahu’s footsteps.

The picture of her holding a guitar with one hand toward tens of thousands of people filled Seongpil’s mind.

* * *

Jang Ha-yang, standing behind Seong-pil, stared blankly at Tomoe. Tomoe’s eyes, illuminated by the faint light, were looking up at Seong-pil with longing.

“… … .”

I smell Seiko from a strange woman.

You should never keep it near Seongpil.

Jang Ha-yang tried to grab Sung-pil’s sleeve and pull him, meaning, “Let’s go quickly.” Sung-pil took a step forward toward Tomoe faster than she could. So she couldn’t grab him.

“I’ll lend you a hand.”

Seongpil reached out his hand to Tomoe.

Tomoe held Seongpil’s hand with trembling hands as if welcoming an angel who had appeared in a dream.

Holding hands with her, Seongpil finished all the calculations.

Tomoe, the icon of Japan’s Generation Z.

Become friends with her.

The girl’s name also makes her friendly with him.

Later, when she became famous, she collaborated with the Girls’ League.

Girls’ League Conquer the Japanese Market!

‘We need to become friends now!’

“Are you okay? It’s dark so be careful. It’s dangerous.”

Jang Ha-yang frowned at Seong-pil’s affectionate tone.

It was fortunate that the hallway was dark.

If not, Tomoe would have run away screaming ‘Hieeeeek!’ like Seiko.