Producer with no Regrets - Chapter 578



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Episode 578

“What happened?”

It is said that there was a commotion in the hallway where the waiting people were. Since there were no specific personnel to control it, a fellow official who was examining it with Meyer went to check it out.

“Uh, that’s… … .”

The colleague couldn’t open his mouth easily.

Meyer’s expression turned grim.

The colleague who saw that broke into a cold sweat. It is said that Meyer has family connections in the military.

Just in case he offended her, the colleague hurriedly answered as if making excuses.

“They say there was a participant who fainted!”

“Fainted? Are you so nervous?”

“Oh, no. I bumped into a contestant, and he looked so vicious… … .”

Meyer stared at his colleague as if he was wondering what the hell he was talking about.

The colleague explained, almost shouting, his frustration at the injustice.

“I, I saw it myself and it was shocking! It looked so vicious!”

“No, but you’re saying that you fainted just because you bumped into something?”

“That’s right… … . It seems he was a bit of a timid student… … .”

Meyer tried to say something more, then waved his hand, indicating that he was tired. His colleague sat down again next to Meyer, at the judges’ table.

“Let’s proceed quickly.”

Moscow K-pop cover dance contest.

Meyer had been exhausted by the unexpected success, and today was especially so.

I thought it would be easy since I just had to sit and watch the review. But it wasn’t. The act of sitting and watching something for a long time was a huge drain on my stamina.

“next.”

The next contestant came in.

Most of the participants were women, and this time was no exception.

‘Most of the participants will be women.’

Sungpil, a producer for Girls’ League and a Korean collaborator, said so.

Meyer asked why he expected that.

‘The dance world has a serious gender imbalance. The majority are women. Most people interested in dancing are women, and the same goes for K-pop cover dances.’

Seongpil, who said that, added a joke that the most appropriate course of action for someone who wants to make connections with women would be to enroll in a dance academy.

Meyer was convinced.

‘The ballet world also suffers from a lack of male talent.’

Ballet is an art form that women tend to admire more than men. Because it pursues softness rather than strength, there is always a lack of space for men.

Many ballet artistic directors (producers) have tried to resolve this imbalance, for the future of ballet.

In producer Matthew Vaughn’s adaptation of Swan Lake, he broke with long-standing tradition by casting the role of the swan as a man.

Once ridiculed as a “gay Swan Lake,” Matthew Bourne’s bold adaptation attracted countless boys to the ballet world.

‘I think K-pop is like that too.’

Sungpil said that these days, the K-pop industry is also suffering from a lack of male talent, just like ballet.

The reason is the same as ballet.

This is because the percentage of boys who admire idols is low.

As with ballet, boys are said to be less interested in watching young, handsome men dance.

‘There are many similarities.’

K-pop and ballet have a lot in common, which is why Meyer became interested in K-pop.

Ballet is Russia’s national sport and pride, so somehow it is possible to recruit talent.

But what about K-pop? I’m personally curious about its future, but first, there’s something that needs to be done.

“Okay, let’s begin.”

Meyer told the following participants:

They were middle school students who couldn’t hide their nervousness. They showed off their performance of PTR-17. It was somewhat watchable.

“Thank you for your effort.”

The middle school students left the examination room with stern expressions.

Meyer let out a deep sigh.

Her colleagues encouraged her.

“Just a little more and it’ll be over.”

“I know. But it’s a bit… … .”

Meyer scanned the list of qualifiers. He had seen many teams so far, but few had shown any promising performances.

The organizers had already invited several overseas K-pop cover dance teams. In addition, with the fame of Girls’ League, other famous dance cover teams also participated.

The team formed by ordinary people was so different from the professional cover team that it was embarrassing to pass.

“If we do this, it will become an invitational (a tournament format where only invited players compete) rather than a tournament.”

“That’s right. If only the teams we invited had come, then that would be fine, but I never thought that this many professional cover teams from overseas would participate… … .”

The colleague seemed slightly impressed.

When the organizers, including Meyer, wanted to invite the cover team, they had to make excuses, including setting conditions for covering travel expenses.

But when the Girls’ League was announced as judges, even teams that had previously declined came voluntarily.

“Still, isn’t it comfortable thanks to you?”

“Is it comfortable?”

“Since the famous teams are already decided, the judging process is easier and the quality of the competition improves.”

That’s right.

If only ordinary people had participated, it would have been a lot of trouble selecting the contestants.

But since there are famous teams, that kind of trouble was reduced. Of course, they weren’t chosen solely based on their fame.

‘The difference is too big.’

The difference between those who danced cover dances professionally and those who did it spontaneously for fun or for competitions was huge.

Meyer had thought that it would be difficult to determine who was better since they were all dancing to a set dance. However, since it was the same dance, it was much easier to determine who was better.

General public, hobbyists, and professionals.

Meyer could have made a decision right away.

‘Then the original of these dances is… … .’

How well do idols perform?

I saw it in a video, but it was hard to feel it. In reality, would it look like a completely different dimension?

“uh?”

The colleague next to me made a strange noise.

Meyer didn’t ask why, because he could see why he was making strange noises.

“hello!”

A refreshing greeting that cut through the cold indoor air. A woman who you would believe was a model smiled brightly and waved her hand.

But it wasn’t that woman who caught Meyer’s eye.

“hello!”

A united cry.

Four men standing on either side of the woman. They really steal the show.

Camouflage pants reminiscent of a military uniform, or rather, a military uniform. Over it, a sleeveless shirt stands out, showing a determination to face the weather.

“Participant number 47 is the ‘Russian International Federation’! Please take care of us!”

“Oh, yes… … .”

The woman, Rosa, pulled her arm out of the coat.

Then the propagandist standing behind her politely took her coat and opened it.

‘Is it the mafia?’

Meyer found himself thinking that way.

The relationship between women and men, Rosa and the people, seemed to be strictly hierarchical.

Although others may not know it, Rosa completely captivated the people of the International with her charisma displayed in her repeated cover dance practices.

The people regarded Rosa as their teacher. Just like the members of the Spartacist League who followed Rosa Luxemburg…

“Let’s begin, ‘Arabesque.’”

A desperate flame was lit in the eyes of the people who were already determined.

The large formation centered around Rosa began to move to the sound of ‘Arabesque’.

Meyer shook off his embarrassment and admired it.

‘It’s an unusual combination, but… … .’

As Meyer continued to judge, he learned not to expect anything. The more he expected, thinking, “Maybe this time?”, the more disappointed he became.

Her eyes were raised because of the professional cover team. But this time it was different.

‘what…….’

There is a theft.

Meyer felt that way for the first time in this review. Yes, it is restrained. That is the only way to describe it.

It’s like an instructor demonstrating bayonet technique.

Each of their gestures was like an iron fist crushing their opponents, and each step resembled that of a warrior charging into the enemy lines.

It lacks the flexibility and rhythm of a dance.

There are only movements that fit perfectly.

That’s so amazing.

“Stand up even if you get hurt!”

They even sang a song.

Even though there is no need to sing.

“We! Push through the thorns! Go forth!”

The voice resembled a military song.

Although Meyer couldn’t understand the Korean lyrics, he knew that they contained a strong will to fight.

“Tie my hands! Even if I have to crawl!”

‘Arabesque’ is a highlight.

Five people linked arms and formed a revolutionary curtain. And they moved forward.

With every step they took, the sound of their boots resonated throughout the examination room.

It was more like an advance than a dance. They seemed to be relying on each other and heading to the front lines, and they even seemed to have a sense of desperation.

Meyer was thrilled.

The music video for ‘Arabesque’ automatically played in my head.

“Ugh, ugh… … .”

After finishing the performance, the people let out heavy breaths without anyone saying anything first.

They looked at Meyer with eyes that still had a spark in them, as if they had seen through her that she had authority.

Meyer applauded.

“Pass, pass… … .”

Only then did the people’s expressions, which had been so solemn, lighten. They smiled brightly at each other.

At that time, Plekhanov and the propagandist each carried Rosa on one shoulder. The two of them carried Rosa around the examination hall in a palanquin.

“Long live Rosa!”

“No! This victory belongs to all of us, to the people!”

Meyer’s colleague looked at the festive participants with a tired expression.

“Are they supporters of the Communist Party of the Russian Federation (the main opposition party in Russia)? What if we send them to the convention and they end up in trouble?”

“Are you serious?”

“No, that’s what those people are saying… … . If they’re going to use our convention as a political rallying tool… … ?”

“Look at those people’s pure smiles. They are good people.”

“that…….”

Meyer’s colleague, an ordinary civil servant, trembled in fear. He looked at the black tea on the table, then quietly pushed it aside.

* * *

Seongpil and Han Guin shared a hotel room.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve shared a room with Director Han.”

“That’s right. Isn’t this the first time since the concert VCR filming?”

“Maybe.”

Seongpil came to work with Jang Ha-yang as her producer, and Han Gu-in came as an interpreter.

Meyer said he couldn’t afford a separate interpreter because he didn’t have the money. He said the budget he was allocated was tight.

‘It’s not really something to be upset about.’

Even when idols are invited to a brand’s fashion show, the brand does not provide a separate interpreter.

In fact, there are very few instances where interpretation is needed.

All you have to do is go, walk the red carpet, take pictures, and sit in your assigned seat to watch the event.

However, this competition required an interpreter. Jang Ha-yang had to judge, so she had to convey the judges’ comments to the contestants.

“But I didn’t know Director Han would want to come. Originally, Hye-bin said she would come.”

“Isn’t Director Son busy?”

This year, Garo Enter will be announcing their long-awaited next group. It is no exaggeration to say that Garo Enter’s future depends on this year.

‘Whether Garo Enter is a Girls’ League one-tool glitter company or has the ability to achieve sustained success.’

The world will judge Garo Enter’s ability by the success or failure of its next group.

It’s a watershed.

‘Can Garo Enter be listed or not?’

That’s why Son Hye-bin’s role is important. She can’t take her hands off work even for a moment.

Especially now, because we have to start selecting the debut group in earnest.

She probably won’t be able to sleep properly when she gets home. When she decides who to select as the debut group, the faces of those who weren’t selected will linger in her mind.

Choosing a debut group among many is an act that comes with a sense of guilt.

After working for several years and seeing each other’s faces, it can’t be easy to say, “You’re out.”

Although Sungpil has the authority to select the debut group, he wants to respect Son Hyebin’s opinion. Of course, he feels sorry that he is only putting the pain on her.

‘If I were your sister, I would have developed a stress-related illness.’

The power to control a person’s life is not so sweet.

Choosing someone means abandoning someone. The sense of loss and pain that the abandoned person feels is something that Seongpil cannot even begin to fathom.

“Director Park, would you like some tea?”

A Korean man asked while pouring water into the coffee pot.

“Yes, would you like some coffee?”

“All right.”

The two soon sat across from each other at the table, each with their own laptops in the middle.

For a while all I could hear was the sound of keystrokes.

The two directors came all the way to a foreign land to work.

“Director Han.”

“yes.”

“Today, the CEO is going to inspect… observe… explore… … I see… … you’re going?”

“Yes, today. The date is quite coincidental. Hyomin, the only artist of Ieum Entertainment, is here in Russia.”

Hong Gyu-heon plans to buy shares in E-eum Entertainment, thereby indirectly controlling E-eum Entertainment.

The success of Ieum Enter will soon become the success and asset of Garo Enter. Thus, when Garo Enter goes public in the future, its valuation will increase.

If Yim Enter has the ability to do that, then Hong Gyu-heon went today to check it out.

“There are no problems on paper. The outlook is good. Since there is only one artist under the agency, there is no way to hide or exclude anything.”

“What about the settlement?”

“It’s transparent.”

Seongpil nodded. It would be like that since Han Gu-in said it was transparent.

“But, if Iim Enter comes into the hands of Garo Enter, will Director Park produce Hyomin?”

“Well, we’ll have to think about that too. Maybe we need your help.”

It remains to be seen whether horizontal enter will be helpful or intrusive.

Since Garo Enter invested in Ieum Enter, interference is inevitable. Couldn’t Ieum Enter’s Kim Myeong-un suddenly run into a pit of fire?

For example, suddenly planning to advance into the US for Woo Hyo-min… … .

“I believe the boss will take a good look at it.”

“Me too.”

* * *

Hong Gyu-heon came to Ieum Enter.

I took a look around the building floors used by Ieum Enter, checked the number of employees, checked the facilities, and looked at various things thoroughly.

In what could be called the final step, Hong Gyu-heon sat down face to face with Kim Myeong-un, the CEO of Ieum Entertainment, and had a serious conversation.

“I’m thinking about forming the next group… … .”

Kim Myung-woon recited his ambitions and blueprint. He looked like an excited child.

‘Is Park Isa-rang a similar type?’

Kim Myung-woon was formerly a manager at SMS Entertainment, and is currently the CEO and producer of Eum Entertainment.

There are many similarities with Seongpil.

“I have a really great idea. It’s… … .”

Hong Gyu-heon personally likes this type.

He is a man who talks about dreams, not work. The reason I first liked Seongpil was because of his innocent dreams.

The best idol.

Even thinking about it now makes me laugh, and my heart also feels warm.

Just hearing the word dream makes me feel good. Seeing a person who sincerely pursues it makes me feel better.

‘If you’re a similar type to Director Park, then I don’t really have anything to worry about… ‘

“We’re adding Japanese to the lyrics. Isn’t it important for a group to stand out?”

“Huh? No, Japanese can’t be on music shows, right?”

“So, this is the really fun part.”

Kim Myeong-un was still bright.

“I write lyrics that sound like Japanese. I intentionally muffle the pronunciation. Listen. I really want to include this lyric, but I think real fans will go crazy for it. It’s ‘Hoshio Miruka (Shall we look at the stars)?’”

“… … .”

“If I, if a pretty girl says so, your heart will pound. In Korean, it’s ‘Maybe it’s a dream?’ Maybe it’s a dream, Hoshio Miruka. What do you think? This is the point of a nerd.”

‘This guy’s not in good shape.’

Hong Gyu-heon drank his tea while avoiding eye contact.