Producer with no Regrets - Chapter 795



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Episode 795

“… … .”

Miyoko grabbed her head.

‘You’re willing to give in?’

What kind of opportunity did you get to give in?

‘Even if I’m crazy, I’m crazy as hell.’

If you are afraid of being compared to others, just raise your skills to a level where you don’t mind being compared.

That’s it… … .

‘If it were possible to do it just by making up one’s mind, there wouldn’t be a single person in the world with worries.’

Miyoko looked at Baekseolha again with her drooping eyes. If the word idol were expressed in human form, it would be Baekseolha.

It didn’t just mean appearance.

As a K-pop idol, Baekseol is first-class. She is not lacking in either vocals or dance performance.

‘Until it became like that… … .’

How much effort have you put in?

You must have been honing your skills while swallowing your tears in a place where no one can see you.

He must have gone through an incomparable battlefield compared to himself, who learned performance skills while playing a game of breathing hard. Every stage must have been a fierce battle for his life as an idol.

Suddenly, the rebuke Sungpil gave came back to me in the timeline of my memories.

‘The best idols don’t become one at some point, they become one the moment they set their mind to it.’

It can be done right now.

A landscape that only those who have fought fiercely and won every moment can reach. At least, it is absurd for those who do not use what they have… … .

“Miyopi.”

Before I knew it, Snow White was right in front of me.

Miyoko’s perspective, which had been hazy and lost in thought, was now set correctly. Even when looking at it again, the beast-like, intimidating White Snow is right in front of her.

“Should we try out the choreography again?”

“……yes.”

Bugbug’s practice was tough. Just keeping up with the girls’ league’s practice tempo was a challenge.

Even though my skills improved, I didn’t feel a sense of accomplishment because the level difference was so significant. No, I’m not even sure if my skills have improved.

Miyoko felt like she was sparring with a fighter who was much higher in weight and had much better skills.

Beginners in martial arts keep getting hit in sparring because they haven’t mastered all the techniques and aren’t familiar with them, so they don’t know how to respond.

If you don’t know, you get hit, and you learn while getting hit.

But it only becomes interesting when it’s right in moderation, and after getting hit for 24 hours, I just lost energy.

And so the dinner time arrived.

“… … .”

The BugBug members sat at the table and said nothing. It felt like a businesslike moment, like a bodybuilder gulping down chicken breast.

Miyoko, who was eating oatmeal milk porridge, suddenly said.

“One, if I asked you to switch roles with me, would you?”

“to.”

One of them was so surprised that he dropped his spoon. At that sound, Miyoko also realized that she had made a slip of the tongue.

But perhaps because she was physically and mentally exhausted, she couldn’t finish expressing her desires in time.

“You wanted to do it.”

When Miyoko was chosen for the center position, Hana cried in anger. Everyone there could see how much Hana had the will to improve.

One such question is, how will you respond to Miyoko’s suggestion?

One of them pursed his lips and then slowly began to speak.

“I won’t do it.”

“… … I’m just asking, why?”

I know the reason.

I have seen Miyoko and Baekseolha perform a duo dance. I think you can feel more than enough about what Miyoko is going through.

The level of an ordinary person standing next to a dancer.

But I don’t want to set foot in that hell either…

“Because Miyoko is the right person for the job. I don’t want to ruin the perfection of the stage in order to satisfy my desires.”

One of them picked up a bowl and gulped down the oatmeal milk porridge. The other one was completely empty when he put it down.

“We are a group, and the place where we stand is a joint stage. The only one who can stand there is Miyoko-sama.”

“… … .”

Miyoko lowered her head like a guilty person. And when she raised her head again, not a trace of worry remained on her face.

All the anxieties and worries were gone, and he returned to Miyoko, who was Bugbug’s spiritual pillar.

“Thank you, Hana. I’ll make sure to live up to your expectations.”

* * *

After finishing the meal, Hana took a walk around the playground. The weather kept getting colder and colder, and even with the scarf wrapped around her, her throat was still sore.

To someone watching, it might have looked like a walk to help with digestion after a meal, but deep down, it wasn’t like that.

She had to step on anxiety with every step she took. And yet anxiety did not fall, instead, it wove the path she walked in disarray.

One pulled the scarf closer.

Suddenly she looked at the sky. It was dark, but not dark enough because of the moon. It was still too bright to symbolize her heart.

“ha…….”

White breath fluttered with a sigh.

“The ground is going to collapse.”

A voice was heard suddenly.

One looked toward the building entrance. Seongpil was leaning against a pillar and started to approach Hana.

One quickly straightened his clothes.

“Practice starts in 5 minutes.”

“I’m sorry for making you look for it on purpose… … .”

“Aren’t you cold?”

One eye turned to Seongpil’s neck. It was an old and worn-out scarf that he had seen before.

One held his scarf tightly in both hands, like a person hanging from a cliff holding a tree branch.

“Do you have any concerns?”

“… … It’s getting better.”

One swallowed.

“I don’t see any improvement… … .”

“Do you mean, even if I practice, my skills don’t seem to improve?”

“yes…….”

“Your skills are constantly improving. You can see it.”

“I can’t see anything… … .”

Especially when compared to Miyoko, he feels anew that he is truly nothing.

“Miyoko-sama, you’re really amazing. It’s amazing how your skills have improved so quickly… .”

“Ah… … Uh… … That’s right.”

“Compared to him, I… … .”

It’s embarrassing.

My face immediately turns red when I remember boasting about learning how to dance in the previous episode. There is always another sky above the sky.

“I am nothing… … .”

“Because it’s still underground.”

“… … ?”

Seongpil scratched his head and began to talk reluctantly.

“I know someone who often compares idols to flowers. Now that I think about it, Hana, the idol, is trying to become a flower, just like her name.”

“My name is not Hana (華) in ‘flowers (花, HANA) blooming’, but Hana (華) in ‘splendor (華美, カビ)’… … .”

“… …Flowers are bound to go through trials.”

“I ignored it… … .”

One of them chuckled softly. For a moment, the worry was slightly relieved.

Seongpil coughed and resumed his story.

“Flowers are bound to go through hardships. They might get eaten by animals… … .”

“beast…….”

Look at me―!

Come here!

‘Ouch, my head… … .’

“It can be stepped on by people, or broken by someone’s boredom. It can be too cold, too hot, too much water, too little water, and even if it blooms in the end, there might be no one to see it. I think that if you endure and overcome all of those things, you will eventually bloom.”

After hearing the whole story, Hana found it difficult to hide her disappointment.

‘In the end, it’s about enduring and bearing with it… ‘

Seongpil compared one to a flower.

But he himself is not a flower.

‘I don’t feel like I’m reaching up at all. If I were a flower, it’s like someone is stepping on my head and keeping me from getting up.’

Or maybe the stem digs into the ground like a potato.

Potatoes… … go well together.

‘I am a potato… … .’

One lowered his head with an uneasy feeling.

“Thank you, it was a comfort… … .”

“When would be the most difficult time for such a flower?”

“Heh, tough times? Oh, uh, I don’t know… … .”

“I think it’s when I’m underground. No matter where I look, it’s all darkness.”

One heart started beating.

“You don’t even know whether you’re headed up or down. There’s no danger of being eaten by beasts or stepped on or broken by anyone, but that’s still the hardest time because the only thing you have to fight against is yourself. You think that you don’t shine because the only thing that’s reflected in the darkness is your own image.”

Seongpil said that there was a time like that for the Girls’ League too.

“If you don’t give up, the seed will definitely sprout. The reason Hana is suffering is because she is still underground, so don’t be too distressed by the darkness surrounding you. Hana, don’t give up.”

One heart thumped loudly.

A different emotion than before came over me.

There is darkness all around. It is so painful. But I am steadily moving upward.

One bites his thin lower lip tightly, and this time he bows his head with sincere gratitude… … .

“I’ve been there too.”

“yes?”

“It was a year after I started working out. I got my InBody done after six months.”

“Inbody… …?”

“I was confident. However, my body fat percentage increased and my muscle mass decreased. Even though I exercised regularly for 6 months… … .”

“… … ?”

One of them gave a resounding applause.

“I see, musculoskeletal mass… … .”

Seongpil clenched his fist as if he was angry.

“I still can’t forget the feeling when my efforts were betrayed… … I went to the gym five days a week without fail… … .”

Before I knew it, I was immersed in Seongpil’s story.

How can something so bizarre happen that there is no change even though I exercise regularly?

“Uh, so what was the cause… … ?”

“It’s just that the InBody machine wasn’t reliable.”

“… … ?”

“When I measured again a week later, the results were completely different from the first time. My body fat percentage had increased only slightly, but my muscle mass had steadily increased. Since my body had become better in the first place, it didn’t make sense that my muscle mass had decreased.”

“What is that… … .”

One of them chuckled.

Seongpil also laughed along.

“At that time, my trainer told me something. He said that seeing it through someone else’s eyes is the most accurate. Other people feel the changes. When you look at yourself in the mirror, you only see your weaknesses.”

One is also like that.

If you check it with your own eyes, you won’t find any improvement.

“I feel Hana’s change. It’s different every day. Even if Hana denies it, the changes I’ve seen in Hana are real.”

Seongpil looked at his watch and nodded toward the door.

“Okay, it’s time to go grow some more. Let’s go.”

Seongpil turned his back on her and headed toward the auditorium. Hana followed suit.

As I was going forward, I stopped.

She took off her scarf and held it in her hand. Hana, who was watching the scarf fluttering in the winter wind, put it in her coat pocket.

It was originally a gift intended for Seongpil. He was supposed to receive it if he passed Rika’s assignment, but he ended up not giving it to her.

‘This is the proof of my oath.’

I won’t wear this scarf until I safely finish the Tokyo Fashion Collection stage. Until then, I will endure the biting cold.

‘I will reach upward.’

And finally, it will sprout and eventually bloom into a flower that is more splendid and larger than anyone else’s.

‘I will become an idol in the true sense of the word.’

I will make my dream come true.

One of them walked forward with a confident stride, all his worries erased.

* * *

“This is in front of the First Gymnasium of the National Yoyogi Stadium, where the Tokyo Fashion Collection is being held! There are more people gathered than at any previous event…!”

Seongpil crossed the crowd, looking at the scenery in front of the gym with a curious look.

“Do they usually gather this many?”

“Well, this is my first time doing something like this.”

Himura also looked obviously flustered.

“I sang for a few weeks on a show with a 9% viewer rating, but there were no people and I was like, ‘How can I get tired of it?’”

Next to him, Seiko, dressed suspiciously and wearing sunglasses and a mask, tackled him.

These three came together today to see the Tokyo Fashion Collection stage.

Seongpil and Himura were the main initiators of this project, so they naturally attended, and Seiko attended because she wanted to see how ‘the speed of light is invariant’ would be ruined.

Seongpil realized the power of television media once again.

“Most people probably don’t have tickets?”

“That’s probably true. Should I say it depends on the mood?”

The Tokyo Fashion Collection was originally a fairly popular event. After all, it was held in a stadium with a capacity of over 10,000 people.

The main theme is fashion, and it is a place where many brands promote their new clothes. It is a novel sight to see celebrities and models on the fashion show.

But more than anything, it is popular because it showcases the performances of famous singers to attract an audience.

The great merit was that I could see a performance by a moderately famous singer for much cheaper than a concert… … .

“This year, the Girls’ League is making an appearance, so there’s no way it won’t attract attention.”

The results of the ‘Girls’ League X Bugbug Invasion!’ unfold here.

There were also many people who appeared to be YouTubers nearby, and it seemed like they were going to grab the audience after the event and ask them how the Girls’ League and Bugbug performances were.

‘Maybe there are people who even do live broadcasts.’

Tokyo Fashion Collection does not have a photography ban like concerts. It would be a shame if the stage was leaked before the program aired, but it is not all bad.

‘Because you’ll want to watch it as a television broadcast with clear picture quality and skilled directing.’

So, this situation is ideal.

‘Girls League X Bugbug Invasion!’ will be the ultimate viral promotion.

The audience will share the stage of Girls’ League and Bugbug privately, and it will flood SNS and communities.

It’s a chain of publicity.

And finally, it will come to fruition in the final episode of ‘Girls’ League X Bugbug Invasion!’

‘Judging from the atmosphere at the event, the viewer ratings will definitely exceed 10%.’

The three people paid their tickets and entered the stadium. Their seats were first-class seats right next to the fashion show runway.

Staff members passed by the space separated from the runway. Seongpil sighed without realizing it when he saw the staff members running around busily.

‘This long Japan activity is finally coming to an end.’

Seongpil rubbed his eyelids with his hands. In an instant, all the fatigue that had built up came out.

‘Can we get the Western Bullet theme song?’

What’s the point of worrying? You’ll know the results when you see the stage in a few hours.

“Director Paku, are you tired? Should I rub your shoulders?”

Seongpil, who was rubbing his eyes at Seiko’s blatant plotting, snickered.

“I can’t let you rub my shoulders, Mr. Kahu. It’s okay.”

“You don’t have to give up… … .”

“Hey, Director Himura, shoulder!”

“yes!”

As Himura laughed and rubbed Seongpil’s shoulder, Seiko immediately felt angry. She started beating Himura.

“Ahhh! Oh!”

“Who are you! Who are you!”

“Hey, Seiko, hold on! I’m just joking!”

“When did you two become so close!”

“We’ve known each other for 3 years, so we’re not close?!”

Seongpil was barely able to stop the Webex CEO’s son from being beaten.

Himura became fat and distanced himself from Seiko. It was also because Seongpil was between Seiko and Himura that he distanced himself from Seongpil.

Himura, who was looking at the stage, became sentimental like Seongpil a little while ago.

“Director Park.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You’ve worked so hard this year. I can’t thank you enough.”

“It’s not too late to thank the Girls’ League after they get their Western Bullet theme song.”

“……okay.”

The lights on the runway that jutted out into the audience went out and a single spotlight poured down onto the main stage.

Two famous male and female actors who were in charge of society there appeared.

Most of the audience was women, and screams erupted as the actors’ faces filled the screen.

[The Tokyo Fashion Collection has arrived again this year! Let’s start from now on, let’s gooooooo!]

The Tokyo Fashion Collection, which began with the loud cheers of a male host, was a little different from what Seongpil had expected.

Seongpil was reminded of the fashion show of ‘Fukuyo Hidaka’, but the Tokyo Fashion Collection had a stronger entertainment element.

Models and celebrities walking the runway responded to the audience’s cheers and gestured freely.

‘This is what it feels like.’

Each brand took turns presenting their show, and before the runway began, celebrities hired by the brands explained products related to the brands.

The musicians’ performances took place at appropriate times throughout the show.

“Why do only these kinds of kids come out?”

Seiko seemed dissatisfied with her choice of musicians, with her arms crossed and legs crossed.

“Is there anyone you want to see?”

“It would be interesting to see a LOSER who grows Flamingos and likes Lemons.”

“… … ?”

Are you talking about ‘Kenshi Yonezu’? Why do you mention it like that?

“How can you invite such a person to such a small event? The main purpose was fashion in the first place… … .”

“Himura, don’t talk to me.”

“… … .”

Himura whispered to Seongpil.

Seongpil rubbed Seiko’s shoulder.

“Why are you doing that to Director Himura?”

“Himura, I’m sorry.”

“Okay, I know that.”

Seongpil is not very familiar with Japanese entertainers and celebrities, but that doesn’t mean the show wasn’t fun.

While I was enjoying the show, the end of Part 1 arrived. The main character decorating the finale of Part 1 was… … .

“It comes out.”

It was the Girls’ League and Bugbug.

Each person is wearing a customized pure white costume and each is holding a hand microphone.

As Sungpil already knows, the first is ‘the speed of light is constant’.

“Fortunately, you didn’t lose your mind.”

As Himura said, the Girls’ League and Bugbug didn’t seem particularly nervous.

No, is it because you’re frozen and can’t change your expression?

As soon as the Girls’ League appeared, the stadium erupted in cheers that shook the stadium. They may have been overwhelmed by this response.

In that environment, lyrical music flowed out and ‘Light Speed’ began.

Basically, they sang one verse at a time, or sang together as a duet or trio. Some sang the melody, some the harmony, and each played a different role.

“iced coffee…….”

Seiko clicked her tongue and rested her chin on her hand.

“Calling 11 people? No matter how I think about it, it’s a waste. It would have been better if only the Girls’ League had been called, but there are also those kids whose names I don’t know.”

The composition tried to avoid clutter as much as possible, but it didn’t seem to satisfy the composer.

On the other hand, Sungpil was moved by the stage and his eyes became moist. He was even more so when he got absorbed in the lyrics. He started to feel affectionate towards Seiko, who was sitting next to him.

The climax was Baek Seol-ha’s solo chorus part.

She sang high notes filled with sorrow with fluidity, without distorting her expression at all.

[It will never change

Running at speed

I tell you again ‘I love you so much’

To speak

What you see now is

My past self conveyed my feelings

I’m taking it with me

Today’s ‘I love you’ is

It may be the future for you

It’s forever to me

If only I could reach it

If only this heart could reach

Past, present, and future

I can tell

I really like it]

Seiko smiled with satisfaction at the finale decorated by Snow White.

“This is worth a look.”

“Every time Seiko releases a song, I feel this way, but I can’t believe you wrote those lyrics.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment. How is Director Paku… …”

Seiko quickly turned her head as she saw Seongpil wiping his eyes.

As she held her pounding heart, unable to grasp the situation, someone tapped Seiko on the shoulder. Thinking it was Seongpil, she turned her head and saw Himura handing her a handkerchief over Seongpil’s back.

When Seiko made a dumbfounded expression, Himura winked and waved his handkerchief.

Seiko took the handkerchief, stared at it intently, and then slowly handed it to Seongpil.

“P, Paku Director. This is… … .”

“Oh, thank you.”

Seongpil received a handkerchief from Seiko and dabbed his eyes. Seiko glanced at him.

And finally, unable to find the right words to say to him, he stammered and pointed to the stage.

“Okay, it’s the next stage. Let’s clean up quickly and watch.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Seongpil turned his sparkling eyes towards the stage.

“Chief, the time has finally come. The ultimate stage that will draw all of Japan’s attention to the Girls’ League, as I promised.”

Now, start.

* * *

After finishing the ‘Light Speed’ stage, I returned backstage. One of my heads was dizzy.

Even while the staff were taking off my clothes and changing my costumes, I had a hard time coming to my senses.

My body is shaking like crazy and my teeth are chattering. It feels like I’m out in the snow with my bare body.

‘How many people were there?’

13,000 people.

‘I’ve only performed on stages with 50 people.’

13,000 people.

There were over 10,000 people gathered together. It was an overwhelming mass and volume that was impossible to capture at a glance.

Just thinking about it makes me vomit.

“fight!”

What woke one up was a shout in an unknown word. The members of the Girls’ League were holding hands and chanting a slogan.

“liberation!”

“girl!”

“Alliance!”

“victory!”

“Girls League, fighting!”

Five hands were raised to the sky, and they stood at the entrance of the stage with faces that showed no sign of agitation.

Hana and Bugbug also followed them as if possessed.

“Go.”

The Girls’ League took to the stage.

Verse 1 is their turn. After verse 1, in verse 2, Bugbug performs as if he is receiving the baton.

One covered his mouth. Still, he couldn’t stop his teeth from clashing. Instead, his hands were shaking as well, and his body seemed to be shaking more than before.

There were no members to comfort her.

All of them except one, even Miyoko, were daunted by the prospect of 13,000 people.

One of them closed his eyes tightly.

I feel like crying.

‘What am I doing here?’

What gives you the right to stand here?

Kasei Hana, what on earth are you to show up in front of 13,000 people? How come you’re standing right next to Girls’ League, the pinnacle of K-pop idols?

‘I’m going to die.’

If you stand there and sing and dance, you will die. One felt his life was in danger.

‘I am nothing… … .’

Seongpil said that he was a seed of a flower. He said that he was still buried in the ground and could only see darkness.

Hana herself believed those words.

‘No, I’m a potato… … .’

The stems and leaves that extend upward belong to others, not to oneself.

Now I know for sure.

‘I don’t want to go out… … .’

I feel like I’m going to die from suffocation…

“I’m going to become an idol.”

One looked around in surprise at the voice. There was no one. And the voice was his own.

“I’m going to become an idol.”

The voice was heard again.

One was dumbfounded.

Auditory hallucinations burrowed into my dull ears.

That voice was that of his past self, declaring his dream to his father. That self that had sworn to become an ‘idol’, not an ‘idolru’, shining with dreams.

One of the hands covering the mouth fell limply.

“Here… … .”

One muttered.

“Everyone is gathered here… … .”

Oxygen, ignition point, fuel.

Everything is there.

“For me to become a star… … .”

All the conditions are in place.

After the first verse, Bugbug went up on stage.

The Girls’ League stepped to one side of the stage and stood in a dignified and elegant posture, looking at Bugbug.

‘Prom queen’ refers to the most popular girl at a prom, or party, held at schools in the United States.

She will be honored by a student vote to determine this year’s ‘Prom Queen’.

That thing that often appears in American teen movies.

The composition of ‘Prom Queen’ is that the Girls’ League and Bugbug compete for the position of Prom Queen. Therefore, each part is completely divided into verse 1 and verse 2.

‘It’ll work out.’

I will be the main character.

‘It’ll work out.’

I’m going to become an idol.

In the center of the bugbugs who had taken their positions, one of them turned his half-open eyes completely forward.

13,000 people are watching. I can’t hear any cheering because of the earphones, but that’s actually a good thing.

‘Just do as you’ve been doing.’

It’s no different from the auditorium of an idol training center.

One hand was pointing upward, drawing a lively and beautiful curve like the stem of a plant.

‘The time I’ve accumulated will pay you back. What I’m going to show you from now on is the beauty of accumulation.’

The flowering of accumulated time.

‘What I’ve accumulated is just a speck of dust, but I’ve accumulated it. It’s headed upward.’

These are the cornerstones that will one day reach the sky.

‘Even if it’s just a little, I’m getting closer to heaven.’

He who has eyes, let him see.

He who has ears, let him hear.

Oh world, it’s me.

“ah.”

One noticed the mistake.

A part where the members are lined up in a row and show the same movements, but only one foot is extended and the other is the opposite.

Everyone is sticking out their left foot, but I am sticking out my right foot. Fortunately, it is not a big mistake, because my upper body is moving as it was before.

One responded calmly.

‘Well, just change your feet. In the next part… … .’

When the members move to the right, yes now.

As one moved to the right, there was resistance. When I looked to the side, I saw Miyoko looking confused.

‘Ah, in this part… … .’

He should have gone left, but he went right. Everyone else was going left, but he was going right.

So I bumped into Miyoko.

Because I put my right foot out, my body automatically… … .

One of them turned to the left in a hurry. He changed the direction of his feet too quickly and his legs got tangled.

“ah.”

With a thud, I fell over.

The trembling that had disappeared returned to Hana, who was kneeling on the floor.

She kept her gaze on her knees. Her eyes were shaking madly and her own heavy breathing. That was all she had in the world, so she stayed still and raised her half-bowed head forward.

“……ah.”

13,000 people are watching.

A sea of ​​humans, filling the entire field of vision from left to right, stares terrifyingly.

Own mistakes.

no.

‘failure…….’

Casey Hana, failure.