Producer with no Regrets - Chapter 778



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Episode 778

“……to?”

“All of you.”

Joara tapped her temple with her index finger.

“I can see it all. What do you think? Do you think this is a good thing? This is miserable, really.”

Real winter hasn’t come yet.

As expected, the auditorium was engulfed in air colder than a midwinter field.

“It’s been three days, this isn’t good enough, guys. One.”

“Uh, yeah, huh?”

“Do you think you worked hard?”

“Hey, work hard, do it, hey, work hard… … .”

“I looked back at the footage and saw that half of the time I spent playing was spent playing.”

At that moment, one thought came to mind of what Miyoko had said to the staff yesterday.

“Muscle pain… because of… .”

“So what?”

The response I got back was nothing but coldness.

“If you have muscle pain, your body can’t move? If you have muscle pain, your dancing skills can’t improve? Do you know anyone who hasn’t had muscle pain? Did you hear that? You guys, half of the time you were playing.”

Joara came right up to Hana.

One immediately lowered his face, so that his chin was flush with the collar of his clothes.

“If school is 6 periods, the study time is 300 minutes. 5 hours. The time you practice every day is less than the time you study at school.”

no.

I practiced more than that.

That makes sense, since I worked from morning till night.

‘no way.’

Is this guy talking about purely practice time?

Just 5 hours?

Anyone who has ever timed themselves doing something knows that it is incredibly difficult to fill up a few hours of pure work time.

However, Joara was talking about pure practice time as if it was a given.

Even though it’s not just about sitting down like studying, we bring in dancing, which uses the body and consumes much more energy.

“What did you do the rest of the time?”

“… … .”

“Looking at my phone, chatting, going into my room to rest. What, I don’t have to go out on stage, is that it?”

Joara put a hand on Hana’s shoulder.

“huh?”

It was a moment.

It was only for a moment that I raised my hand.

That moment felt like several minutes to Hana.

“There is no answer.”

Joara took her hand away and looked at the other members.

“After wasting so much time, you have this look on your face like, ‘This is good enough’? You guys really… … .”

Joara sighed.

“Is it true that you want to be an idol?”

When they heard that, the members were shocked.

Because the idols they know aren’t like this. The idols Jo Ara talks about are completely different from the idols they know.

The gap in the meaning of words was different. That gap weighed heavily on their shoulders.

Only then did Bugbug feel reality for the first time.

They are… … .

‘Standing on stage with K-pop idols.’

A country across the sea, but very close.

Both countries are culturally the most homogeneous to each other.

And both countries have idols.

Bugbug appeared on the show after hearing that it was an idol program, but it was wrong from the beginning.

This is an idol program, but it’s not a program with idols they know.

“Hey, stone… … .”

Idols are gorgeous and beautiful.

It appears on television, in magazines, on the radio, and on popular iTube channels.

It’s on the feeds of millions of people, and on the lips of tens of millions of people.

People are endlessly longing for that being that grows on admiration and love.

But in that idol world, there are two worlds.

On one hand, those who step in after seeing only the idol’s superficial appearance end up encountering the shadows hidden behind the light.

They feed on darkness in the shadows. They are beings called trainees.

They realize as the years pass in the shadows.

The price that the idols they longed for had to pay to stand in that position.

It’s time for Bugbug to face the masters of another world, the ones he would never have faced before.

The price is called ‘fake’.

‘It’s like an idol with perfect performance, it’s fake.’

The legendary producer who established the growth idol business in Japan, he declared that it was fake.

A bundle of lies that was criticized as lacking in truth.

That lie is the truth in Korea.

Bugbug could now truly see the peak of falsehood. And what it meant to stand on stage with them.

“evaluation…….”

Children who were made up of only pure truth could not even look at those splendid lies.

My own truth felt so shabby.

“No need?”

One sobbed.

There are also bugbug members who have had their efforts denied.

Only Miyoko, the leader, had her head bowed and had a blank expression.

* * *

As Joara left the auditorium, silence fell.

The members each shed tears, and were so embarrassed that they covered their faces and didn’t move.

Yesterday, they must have all been caught on camera. They were arrogantly smiling and drawing a bright future.

The BugBug members knew what that meant. It would be hilarious to the viewers.

SNS and communities will be in chaos.

You’ll become a laughing stock and be known all over the country.

And most of all, it was shameful. I had tried, but my efforts were not worth it.

“for a moment.”

PD Junpei gestured to the camera and approached Bugbug.

Only Miyoko, who had her eyes wide open, stood up and greeted Junpei. The other members sat down and cried like store owners whose stores had collapsed due to a typhoon.

“Guys, don’t be too heartbroken.”

When Junpei’s voice was heard, the members finally opened their swollen eyes.

“Even though Ara-ssi said that, it doesn’t feel like she was being harsh because it was a broadcast. Is this your first time on a broadcast like this? Oh, right, of course it would be your first time. The judges tend to exaggerate.”

The members’ eyes slowly began to sparkle.

Junpei is the main PD. It’s harder when he speaks without any strength. He even speaks in an affectionate manner.

“I know it might be a little bit annoying, but we like you guys to be so emotional, right? We have something to film. But we’ve stopped filming for now. I think Ara-ssi’s words were a bit harsh. What I mean is, well, um, this is a repeat of what I said earlier. Don’t be too upset. I think you did a good job.”

Junpei declared a break to the staff.

The staff deliberately did not pay more attention to Bugbug, perhaps out of consideration for him.

Junpei was about to leave after saying, “Cheer up.” Then, Hana called out to him.

“Hey, over there.”

Junpei looked back and saw Hana with tears and snot running down her face. Her appearance was so miserable that it was difficult to broadcast it.

“Really? It was, it was okay… … .”

“Of course. What’s the point of lying?”

“Did you say that on purpose, Mentor, to be harsher… …?”

“Yeah, I guess so. We asked you to do something. Don’t take it too seriously. No, should you take it seriously? Anyway, it’s good for you guys to practice hard.”

There is a sprout in Hana’s heart. Just now, Joara stepped on it and broke it, but Junpei revived it.

“Do your best. I’m rooting for you.”

“Go, thank you… … .”

With Junpei gone, a hopeful atmosphere once again filled the air among the Bugbugs.

The main producer, the person with the most power in the field, confirmed their approval.

No matter how badly Joara trampled on them, their courage was restored.

The members belatedly covered their faces.

One of them sniffled. If she had cried just a little more, she would have burst a snot bubble, so she looked so pitiful that she needed to wash her face.

One stood up from his seat.

“I’ll wash up and come back. I’ll get you a drink while I’m here. Let’s practice hard again.”

One of them suddenly got up.

She looked in the bathroom mirror and saw that she looked terrible. She scrubbed her face with water.

I wiped my face with a paper towel and it felt a little better than before.

‘Let’s work hard.’

Don’t pay attention to what Joara said.

PD Junpei also said that she exaggerated.

Maybe it was because I fell to the bottom of the abyss earlier, but I felt better than usual after receiving encouragement.

One often walked to the break room on the side of the building, pulling out the coin purse from his pocket to check if he had enough money.

‘I should’ve brought more money when I came here. Do the vending machines here take cards?’

Junpei said it was good enough.

I smiled brightly as I recalled that compliment.

And as soon as we turned the corner, one of them disappeared right away, sticking itself to the wall of the building.

All I could see were three men, and they smelled like cigarettes. One of them instinctively hid himself as soon as he smelled cigarettes.

‘… … Su, there’s no need to hide, right?’

It’s not like there are any bad guys. Even if there are smokers, they’re all probably broadcasting station staff.

‘I won’t steal your money… … .’

Just in case, I put my coin purse deep in my pocket. One of my feet stuck out of the corner, timidly.

“Why did you say that to Bugbug?”

One of them backed up against the wall again.

‘Are we talking about this?’

One listened to the story coming from across the corner.

“Why did you do that?”

This is PD Junpei’s voice.

“Yes. Anyone who saw it would think it was strange.”

One heart sank. It felt as if it had fallen to the bottom of hell and was buried in the dirt.

“It’s basic that the temperature doesn’t match, and the movements are also very different. Even though they’re underground idols, I would say it’s severe.”

what?

What are you talking about?

‘PD Junpei told us earlier that it was okay… … .’

Didn’t all the staff think the same way?

‘Well, but the PD said it was okay.’

There are people who look at it favorably… … .

“Well. Isn’t that the average for idols?”

“That could be true, but after seeing Ara, it seems even stranger. I think it would have been better to just leave it as is. Shouldn’t you come to your senses?”

“You have to praise him. Otherwise, he’ll start throwing tantrums and want to quit soon.”

The two hands that had been clasped together at the chest fell down weakly.

“Oh, I see, right?”

“You’re an underground idol.”

“Ugh, ugh… … .”

It was all a lie.

All the encouragement and praise.

“The actions of kids who don’t have anything other than a pretty face, trying to live comfortably in life.”

“Ugh, ugh… … .”

In fact, no one was expecting anything of them.

“My only job is to hold hands with otakus who have no dating experience and give them illusions. What do you expect from me? Just look at what I’m doing this time. Is there such a thing as professional consciousness?”

“Ugh, ugh, ugh… … .”

They are nothing more or less than zoo monkeys. They just exist in an ugly way.

“I hope you guys are expecting more from the Girls’ League. It’s not a bug bug. If you teach me well, I’ll be happy if I can at least match the stage.”

Lighting to illuminate the Girls’ League.

No, candles.

The decoration is so faint.

“Right?”

No one here is looking at bugs and bugs.

“No, I believe.”

It’s a third voice.

“You can do it. That’s what we built it for, that’s what we designed it to be, and that’s what we’ve got people who can do it. I… … .”

It’s Seongpil.

“I believe it. That’s why I started it. I’m going to make it happen.”

There was silence for a moment.

“If Director Park says that, then… … .”

“Haha, don’t worry about falling over in the middle of the broadcast. This is important to me too. I’ll desperately hang on and somehow make it a success.”

“Oh, don’t worry, yes! It’s Webex and Garo Enter’s job!”

“I also believe in PD Junpei’s abilities. Let’s work hard together.”

“Yes, yes… … .”

“Excuse me, I’ll have to go first.”

“Ah, I’ll turn it off too… … .”

“No, take it slow. I’ll go.”

A light rustling sound.

A shadow fell around the corner, and Seongpil appeared.

Seongpil opened his eyes wide in surprise when he saw Hana. But he didn’t stop. He came into the corner and faced Hana.

There was sadness in one eye and tears streaming down her cheeks. She was looking up at Seongpil with an expression that looked like she might burst into tears at any moment.

“… … You heard.”

Seongpil looked up at the sky for a moment, then gently grabbed Hana’s hand. Then he carefully brought it to her mouth.

She made herself shut her mouth.

“Let’s go.”

Seongpil put his hand on Hana’s back and slowly led her forward.

“It’s okay. I think the PD said that because he was worried. Broadcasting requires hundreds of people and costs a lot of money. Everyone is on edge. He must have exaggerated because of the stress, so don’t worry about it.”

One of them is that I heard a similar story earlier.

Looking back, it was encouragement with layers of hypocrisy.

I was afraid that it would happen again this time.

“I trust Hana and Bugbug. You know? I’m the best producer in K-pop. It’s easy for me to become one.”

But no matter how hard I tried not to be fooled, his words were too sweet.

It was a warmth that was full of sincerity.

Someone who will tell you that they believe in you even when you are not confident.

“Huhh …

There’s no way I could doubt it… … .

One of them burst into loud sobs without any effort to cover his mouth.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I couldn’t do it… … .”

“What are you sorry about? You don’t have to be sorry for anything. I know Bugbug worked hard.”

“I’m sorry for crying… … .”

“Do you just want to apologize?”

Seongpil sighed as if he had no choice.

“Please, don’t cry. Instead, when you return to the auditorium, show your sisters a bright side. No, don’t cry. Stop crying quickly!”

“Huh… … ?”

One looked at him to see what was going on. His eyes were turned forward, so Hana looked forward.

Miyoko was approaching from far away.

The sight of the two people he was looking at would have been very strange. A 35-year-old man standing next to a sobbing middle school student.

Even the middle school student is crying endlessly, desperately, and pitifully, with tears and snot running down his face.

Miyoko finally came in front of the two.

Seongpil skillfully hardened his expression and made excuses as smoothly as flowing water.

“Miyoshi-san, it may seem strange, but no matter what you think, it’s not like that. If anything, it’s just that my encouragement reached Hana-san’s heart… … .”

“Please call me Miyoko.”

Miyoko gave Sungpil her usual charming smile. Then she placed a hand on Hana’s head.

“I came to look for her because she didn’t come back. I was going to comfort her when she went into the bathroom and started crying. But you were already comforting her.”

“uh…….”

Sungpil must not tell anyone that he heard the story from PD Junpei and the staff.

If that happens, Bugbug’s morale will drop.

“Yes. I guess one of them was really upset.”

“Miyoko-sama was here earlier… … .”

When Seongpil was terrified and was contemplating whether to shut Hana’s mouth, Miyoko cut him off.

“Fairy of Idols, please help me.”

fairy.

I heard unusual words that aren’t used in everyday life.

Both Seongpil and Hana looked like they didn’t understand English.

It was after the next words that they understood Miyoko’s intentions.

“I’ll use this support chance.”

A chance to use it three times for missions and three times for assignments during the program.

Miyoko did it.

“You’ll help me, right?”

I declared that I would write in the first assignment.

The effect of chance.

“Fairy of Idols.”

The idol fairy (Seongpil) helps with missions and tasks.