Producer with no Regrets - Chapter 579



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Episode 579

Not long after I started working, there was a knock on the door.

“I will go.”

Seongpil stopped Han Guin from getting up and headed to the front door. When he opened the door, he saw Jang Hayang.

“Hey, Hayang. Are you bored because you’re alone?”

“Ahaha, that too.”

As Seongpil stepped aside from the door, Jang Ha-yang gave a short bow and came inside.

“Hello, Director Han.”

“Hello, Mr. Hayang. Are you okay with the time difference?”

“Well, I couldn’t sleep because of Director Han’s class. I’m really tired.”

“… … .”

“Hahaha, just kidding! That was funny.”

Jang Ha-yang entered the room and looked around. She tilted her head in puzzlement when she saw that there was only one bed.

“There’s only one bed?”

“Because I have to save money. But it’s big enough for two people to sleep in.”

“Since you’ve come all the way to Russia, why don’t you spend a little more money… … .”

Jang Ha-yang looked at Han Gu-in as if blaming him.

Seongpil made excuses on his behalf.

“It would have been enough for Director Han to come alone. In fact, there was no need for me to come along.”

“There’s no need. The director is the executive producer and I’m the main producer. We’ll be one for a few months. Bu… … .”

“Yeah, like best friends?”

“……yes.”

Jang Ha-yang sat at the end of the bed.

“Are you really here because you’re bored?”

“I told you there was ‘that too’. I have something to ask you.”

“What is it?”

“Can you write a short stage?”

“Stage? Are you talking about the competition stage?”

“Yes. Well, my role is as a judge. Of course, my role is to judge and give prizes to the winners. But… … .”

This competition had more participants than expected.

The number of onlookers will also far exceed the number Meyer originally anticipated.

But perhaps because it was a hastily organized competition, or perhaps because they didn’t have the shame to ask for it, there was no congratulatory stage for the judges.

“There are many people who came to see us. There is the purpose of the competition as a K-pop cover dance competition, but there are also many people who came because of our name.”

Wouldn’t it be okay to show a performance of at least one song?

Sungpil smiled involuntarily as he felt Jang Ha-yang’s warm heart. She tried to do more than the role given to her. For the fans.

“I understand why there is no congratulatory stage. It’s not like the whole group came, I came alone… … .”

“Can you do it?”

Jang Ha-yang’s expression brightened.

“yes.”

“Well, but it would be hard to make a living as a soloist. Even if you do a solo song, there would be more people who don’t know you.”

Even if you like an idol, it’s rare for you to listen to their songs. This is a problem that all modern musicians experience, even if they aren’t idols.

I wonder what’s the point of filling up the album with songs when I’m only going to listen to the lead single and title track anyway. This kind of dissatisfaction and self-loathing is rampant.

That’s why American musicians sometimes release songs that they would include in an album sequentially as singles. The representative song among them is called the ‘lead single’.

Unlike in Korea, they don’t have a title song for their albums. They release songs one after another and promote the album with the song that gets the best response.

in other words.

“If there was a song that Ha-Yang could sing, it would be a solo song, but I don’t think the response would be very good.”

Even though they came to see the Girls’ League, most of them probably don’t know Jang Ha-yang’s solo songs. Naturally, it’s hard to respond to a song they don’t know.

“I know.”

“Are you still going to do it?”

“No. I asked the other people who came with me.”

“……ask?”

Jang Ha-yang got up as if it was time and headed to the front door. Then, when she opened the door, Love’s emergency rescue worker Woo Hyo-min and Waypercent’s Yoo-bin appeared.

“The two of you have agreed to help.”

“Hello! This is Hyomin from Love Rescue!”

Woo Hyo-min winked with a cute pose. Yubin was embarrassed when she saw that and unknowingly imitated her.

“Hello, cheerful… … .”

When Yubin realized that the audience was only made up of men (Seongpil and Han Guin), she weakly lowered the hand that was trying to make a flower cup on her chin.

“This is Waypercent Yubin.”

His pink hair swung sadly.

“Three people is the minimum number of people for an idol performance.”

Because you can create a center position.

Seongpil asked with concern.

“Is that okay? The competition is tomorrow. Will the three of you practice your performance until tomorrow?”

Seongpil’s words meant, ‘Can you show a performance that is not shameful of the name idol?’

If it’s your own song, even if it’s a song you released a few years ago, you can do it perfectly with just a little practice.

However, the three people are different in the groups they belong to, the length of time they have been idols, and the styles in which they digest things.

Even if you practice for just one day, the results won’t be good.

Probably all the audience members will be filming the three’s performance with their phones. It might be better not to do that than to show a bad performance.

“I have to.”

Yubin said.

He didn’t speak coquettishly like he usually does to his fans, nor did he lengthen the ending of his sentences to seem cute.

Rather, the original voice was rough.

Do you smoke?

‘evil!’

Seongpil’s head hurt when he thought of the word cigarette. He desperately tried to erase the faces that kept popping up in his mind.

“There will be fans who cross the border to see me. I don’t want to just show my face and leave. The fans will be disappointed.”

Woo Hyo-min looked at Yu-bin blankly.

The look in his eyes was, ‘Are there really that many people coming to see Waypercent?’

Yubin got angry because her feet were numb.

“There must be at least one person!”

“I know, sir. I didn’t say anything.”

Yubin wanted to mention Woo Hyo-min’s album sales, but he couldn’t do it for business reasons. He thought that there was nothing more vulgar than dividing people by sales.

Maybe it’s a defense mechanism that came about after not breaking the 100,000 barrier for years. More important than sales is how happy the fans are…

“anyway.”

Jang Ha-yang broke up a petty argument by clapping his hands.

“Everyone feels the same way. We’ve already decided on the order.”

“how?”

“Three songs, about one minute each. So we’re only doing one verse each. Girls’ League’s ‘Ani,’ Hyomin’s ‘Love Rescue,’ and Waypercent’s ‘The Day I Want to Get Punked.’”

Seongpil looked at the three idols one by one.

Jang Ha-yang was determined, while the other two kept rolling their eyes as if they were anxious.

“Hyomin.”

“Yes, this is Hyomin, the love rescue worker!”

Why do you keep reciting your own signature introduction line? Did CEO Kim Myung-woon tell you to do it?

“Can you do it?”

“Of course! I did the ‘No Challenge’ when I was a baby! I’ve kind of gotten used to the highlight part!”

Seongpil nodded and looked at Yubin.

“Ms. Yubin.”

“yes.”

Waypercent’s Yubin. An idol who may one day be signed to Garo Entertainment.

Seongpil watched him carefully. When Seongpil continued to stare at him, he started to fidget and avoided his gaze.

“Ms. Yubin, I’m asking just in case, but you were forced to do it under duress from Hayang… right?”

“yes?!”

Yubin was startled.

It wasn’t really because I was threatened by Jang Ha-yang.

How could someone with such a different way of thinking have such a misunderstanding? It was such a surprise.

‘I’m being threatened?’

Yubin looked at Jang Ha-yang.

There isn’t much of a difference, but he is shorter than you and doesn’t look that strong. He also has a kind personality and is probably thin.

How could you be threatened by someone like that?

Yubin thought so. If she had seen Jang Ha-yang in summer clothes, she probably wouldn’t have thought like this. She would have thought, ‘Oh, I could be threatened.’

As an idol, Yubin often starves, and is therefore quite skinny. If she were to arm wrestle with Jang Ha-yang, she would lose.

“Oh, no. Why are you asking such a thing… … .”

What a truly absurd tone.

Seongpil nodded with satisfaction.

“I don’t distrust your professionalism, but can I see your performance before you go on stage tomorrow?”

You can’t put it on the congratulatory stage without even checking.

For Jang Ha-yang, and for the two of them.

It’s good to want to do something for the fans. But if it’s not a stage that suits you, it’s better not to go on stage.

Because it will shatter the fans’ longing and admiration.

That’s what a hastily constructed stage means.

“Of course! I, Hyomin, never disappoint my fans!”

Woo Hyo-min winked again with a cute pose. To that extent, it’s not a concept, but her humanity.

In many ways, it is different from when Project Mammy was launched.

They say that a seat changes a person, and it seems like they are talking about Woo Hyo-min.

“Okay, I’ll tell the organizers.”

The three people became happy.

“thank you!”

And without anyone saying anything first, they expressed their gratitude. Seeing that, Seongpil’s heart felt warm.

Thinking about the fans who came from far away, they decided to do a stage that wasn’t even planned. They even came to a far away country and practiced without resting.

This is an example of what an idol should look like.

Ah, I’m so touched I think I might cry…

“Then I will ask you to take good care of me.”

The three of them left the room excited as if they had accomplished something.

Seongpil immediately contacted Meyer.

[Yes, Director Park.]

For some reason, Meyer also spoke excitedly.

“Have you had a good time?”

[We found a really great team among the participants. They weren’t even an invited dance team, but their performance was incredibly moving.]

“I’m looking forward to it. The reason I contacted you was because… … .”

When Seongpil explained the situation, Meyer readily accepted it.

[I wanted to ask you a favor, but I was too ashamed to say it. I appreciate you saying it first. Then, would about 6 minutes be okay?]

“Yes, the performance stage alone is 6 minutes long. 6 minutes at most.”

[Okay, I’ll tell the stage team.]

“Thank you. But has the problem you were worried about been resolved?”

It’s about the accommodation crisis in Moscow.

The rooms for Sungpil, Han Gu-in, and the other idol judges were arranged by Meyer.

But what about the tourists who come to Moscow for the competition?

[That’s it, Director Park’s concern was meaningless… … .]

“ah…….”

It didn’t seem to have much of an effect.

[But, it’s actually a good thing.]

“yes?”

[We will review this festival positively from above.]

“Really?”

[Yes. The agenda has been brought up to the Korea Tourism Organization. Maybe we can have a joint project with the Korea Tourism Organization. Thank you very much. If the Girls’ League hadn’t taken on this project, this wouldn’t have happened. Thank you again.]

There was a faint moisture in Meyer’s voice.

“no…….”

Seongpil spoke in an ecstatic tone, mulling over what Meyer had said.

“I should be the one thanking you… … .”

Something that was accepted without much thought developed into a joint event between the two countries.

I am so touched.

* * *

“That’s right!”

Woo Hyo-min spoke to Kim Myeong-un while washing his hands.

“Director Park, you’re completely enamored with me. Of course. I’m Hyomin, the love rescue worker. I really stole your soul. Yes, you wouldn’t be able to leave without investing in Ieum Entertainment, right?”

Woo Hyo-min laughed heartily.

If Garo Enter decides to invest in Ieum Enter, Kim Myeong-un’s dream of producing a group will be able to take its first step.

As part of this, Woo Hyo-min tried to win Sung-pil’s favor. This trip to Russia could be called ‘Sung-pil’s Holly Trip.’

“I heard you met the CEO of Garo Enter today. How was it?”

[I finished well too. The boss really liked my plan.]

“That’s great! Isn’t this just the end?”

[I wish that were the case, but… … .]

“What do you mean, ‘I wish’? It’s done! It’s a victory for me and the CEO! Listen, Director Park is looking at me and honey is dripping from his eyes!

Woo Hyo-min trembled in fright. The phone that was stuck between her shoulder and cheek rolled on the floor with a clatter.

[Hyomin? Hyomin?! Woo Hyomin! Answer me!]

Kim Myeong-un’s urgent voice echoed through the bathroom.

Woo Hyo-min picked up the phone with trembling hands.

[Hyomin, are you okay?]

“yes yes.”

[what’s the matter?]

“No… … There, in the mirror, there’s a woman… … a ghost-like thing… … I see… … .”

[Ghost? Aren’t you feeling weak? Do you want to take some herbal medicine when you get back?]

“No, uh, I guess I’m mistaken… … .”

Woo Hyo-min left the bathroom with a heavy heart. The place she found was Jang Ha-yang’s room.

It seems that Garo Enter paid attention to her room because it was the most spacious.

As soon as Woo Hyo-min entered, the first thing he saw was Yu-bin, who looked strangely depressed. He was sitting on a chair by the window, nervously biting his fingernails.

“Senior Yubin? Unnie Hayang… … .”

“I’m here.”

Woo Hyo-min was startled again and trembled. This was because he heard a voice behind him. He quickly turned around and saw Jang Ha-yang standing there smiling.

“Oh, sis. I almost lost my liver… … .”

“Ahaha, really?”

Jang Ha-yang clapped his hands lightly.

“Then shall we start practicing? I’ve made a curriculum. Listen. Senior Yubin listened to it first.”

Jang Ha-yang recited a timetable called curriculum.

Woo Hyo-min’s spine was chilled. His schedule was so tight that it made him want to throw away his high school schedule.

“Hey, it’s okay if there’s so little break time… … .”

“Huh?”

Jang Ha-yang tilted her head slightly to the side as if she was puzzled. Her hair flowed down her shoulders like silk, like a river.

Why, Woo Hyo-min saw the river sweeping through the village in her hair.

“What are you talking about, Hyomin? We really don’t have much time, do you plan on showing your lacking side to the fans?”

“That’s not it… … . If you follow this schedule, your stamina… … .”

“Can you take responsibility?”

“……yes?”

“If it’s even a little bit lacking, if even a little bit of a lacking video is floating around on iTube, if it damages our reputation, if it disappoints our fans, if it shatters our fans’ dreams.”

It was a split second.

Jang Ha-yang’s face came close to my nose.

Woo Hyo-min didn’t dare to move. Jang Ha-yang’s unrealistically clear face didn’t feel beautiful at this moment.

Like an artificial structure discovered in nature, an artificial beauty that betrayed nature. So the unnaturalness that I felt gave me goosebumps.

No, the will that transcends something physical prickles Woo Hyo-min’s skin like a thorn.

“Can you take responsibility?”

“……iced coffee.”

Yeah, that’s the feeling.

Woo Hyo-min knows this feeling.

“No, no… … .”

It’s Jinsoyu.

In the past, when Woo Hyo-min, Globe’s Rahee, Jang Ha-yang, and Jin So-yu performed a joint stage on a music show.

I feel an aura similar to that of Jin So-yu at that time. An aura that crushes and overwhelms the opponent like a snake in front of a frog.

There is no need for such a grand metaphor.

I feel like I ran into middle school seniors smoking cigarettes while walking down the street in elementary school. My stomach hurts and my jaw starts to shake.

This oppression can only be likened to a vague yet direct fear I had as a child.

“I’ll do it, okay… … .”

It was another moment.

Before she knew it, Jang Ha-yang had moved a few steps in front of Woo Hyo-min. She was there with a natural smile that exuded her unique beauty.

“Um, good. Hyomin is an idol. Then, senior Yubin? Shall we begin?”

“Uh, uh… … .”

The three stood side by side.

The first song to come out was ‘Ani’ by Girls’ League.

“One, two.”

Dictatorship ON.

While practicing, Woo Hyo-min said to Kim Myeong-un in his mind.

‘Sir, maybe becoming a member of Garo Enter… … .’

It might have been a hasty decision… … .

Even while thinking that way, Woo Hyo-min followed Jang Ha-yang’s dictatorship.

For Kim Myeong-un.

So that he can get investment from Garo Enter.

For the success of Ieum Enter.

You must not fall out of favor with Jang Ha-yang.

* * *

[Yes, next!]

Rosa caught her breath.

Backstage at the competition venue.

While the staff was busy, Rosa, Plekhanov, the propagandist, and the two people who had lost in rock-paper-scissors remained silent.

[Team ‘Russian International Federation’!]

There was cheering and applause.

Rosa lifted her head, which had been bowed, and extended her hand forward.

The people placed their hands over hers like machines.

“fight.”

When Rosa spoke, Plekhanov followed up.

“liberation.”

Next, the propaganda officer.

“girl.”

And all the people.

“Alliance.”

Five people walked onto the stage.

“victory-!”

The spotlight shines down.

Hundreds, maybe thousands of eyes.

The cold chill of winter.

And the heat beyond that.

‘The Girls’ League.’

Rosa overcame all the burden and walked across the stage to the center.

‘Always overcome this pressure.’

Rosa turned her head sideways from the front.

‘You were on stage.’

There were people next to me who weren’t spectators.

Three idols sitting on the judges’ podium.

One of them.

Rosa’s idol.

Rosa’s idol.

Jang Ha-yang.

She picked up the microphone with a familiar smile. I’ve seen her thousands of times in photos on social media, but seeing her in person is completely different.

Aura of a different class.

That aura thrilled Rosa.

“Zdrastbuyce (Hello).”

Five peoples stood before the Soviet Union.

Rosa could only open her mouth without making a sound. Then she felt pressure on her right hand.

Plekhanov took her hand.

Rosa turned to him and he nodded with a stern face. She didn’t know what he meant, but she felt relieved.

Rosa looked at Zhang Ha-yang again and answered.

“hello.”

It was Korean.

Jang Ha-yang’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. Then, with a softer smile than before, she spoke.

“One, two.”

three.

Arabesque.

In front of the original’s aura, the original is reproduced.