Rockstar Again - Chapter 103



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Episode 103. A rolling stone gathers no moss (3)

Performing is surprisingly a task that requires a tremendous amount of physical strength.

Dancing like an idol is hard, but standing still and playing an instrument is just as hard.

There is something like that.

When you watch boxing on TV, you might think, “How hard can a 3-minute round be?” But when you actually put on gloves and stand in the ring.

You can immediately feel how long and difficult 3 minutes are.

Ah… … Do you think I can box too?

I don’t know.

I saw that someone said that on YouTube.

When I see things like this, I realize that the world has become a much better place.

An era in which it has become easy to acquire knowledge and information.

Anyway, YouTube isn’t important. Boxing isn’t important.

After finishing three songs with almost no rest, I must say I was quite exhausted.

“Hoooo… … .”

The long exhaled breath met the cold air and created white clouds.

February is winter.

Winter is a cold season.

The concert hall didn’t even have a single heater properly turned on, but who would say it’s cold here?

Obviously, the air hitting the skin is cold, but the temperature felt is different.

It must be because of the heat from the people filling the concert hall.

A few drops of water ran down my cheek.

It’s not tears.

Rockers don’t cry on stage. Today was a day when there was no reason to cry, so there was even less of it.

“Did you have fun?”

He opened his mouth as he put the microphone back on the stand.

“Gyaaaaaaah!”

“I love it!”

“Move!”

Although it was a chaotic situation, the voices of the fans with clear power rang in my ears.

“Oppa! Why are you speaking informally to me!”

This too.

I was about to say, “I’m the same age as your father, so can you not speak to me a little more informally?”

I feel pretty good today.

“Then I’ll speak to you politely. Okay?”

“No! Speak informally to me again!”

“I’ll do this and that. I’ll just do whatever I want.”

“Yes!”

After some communication, they started to leave the stage.

It’s clearly a competition stage.

“Encore! Encore! Encore!”

A flood of curtain calls.

The slogans that were not unified finally pour out as one.

‘I don’t want to get used to it.’

It’s hard to remember the initial excitement of anything.

Love and people.

So I wanted to try.

I also wanted to be wary of the moment when the audience’s curtain call becomes familiar.

“It’s hard.”

Tae-joo laughs at what I say.

“That’s because I’m running around the stage.”

“Did I do it because I wanted to? Today was just a day when I wanted to go a little crazy.”

“I’m a bit worried now that the accident happened.”

Let’s turn our heads to the side and look. What are the regrets?

It says on my face, I feel good today.

I realize it again.

Age, education, and wealth have nothing to do with rebellion.

“When I get off stage, will Mr. Kwak Moon-ki be there?”

“maybe?”

“With a blank expression like usual?”

“well…….”

Are emotions shown on Mr. Kwak Moon-ki’s face?

I wonder what kind of expression he’ll make.

I don’t know what Mr. Kwak Moon-ki’s face looks like, but I know our faces very well now.

Everyone has a refreshing expression.

If rock is rebellion, they did it right today.

When I see stuff like this, I just think, “rock!”

It was fun to dance and sing while matching the movements like a sword, but I feel more satisfied when I can run around freely and do whatever I want.

I spoke to my brothers while still hearing the encore shouts ringing behind my back.

“I feel like I want an encore.”

“You said it was hard?”

“I know, it’s Tyson. What I said about it being tough was just an objective fact. I have enough energy to fight for 12 full rounds.”

Did you hear my voice like that?

We quickly head backstage. FD Na Tae-pyeong runs towards us as we come down the stairs.

“Can you do one or two more songs? Do you have any repertoire?”

“Asking a rock band about their repertoire is a matter of pride.”

“There is? That’s it?”

“Of course it exists.”

As if my words had brought FD Na Tae-pyeong back to life, he put his hand on his knee and let out a sigh of relief.

and.

Shout into the walkie-talkie.

“PD! It’s possible!”

“What happened?”

“Go back on stage. This is an encore performance. Three songs at most.”

“?”

“Is everyone else… … okay… …?”

“You should tell me why. It’s not the year of the pig, and if you’re asking me to go back on stage during a live broadcast.”

I want to feel this feeling more, but I need to know why.

Today’s round is the semi-finals, with two teams performing three songs each.

Although a pre-prepared VCR is played in the middle and the judges’ comments are occasionally included, the important thing in the end is the performance.

That means.

FD Na Tae-pyeong, who had been scratching the bridge of his nose and making an awkward expression for a moment, looked at me and Tae-ju hyung alternately before tightly closing his eyes.

“… … One of the members of A.Fly who was supposed to perform later collapsed… … and had to give up on the competition. The other members were worried about their conditions, so they all got in an ambulance and left for the emergency room a little while ago.”

“What don’t you like?”

“… … .”

FD Na Tae-pyeong answers my question with silence.

I get the general idea of ​​the situation.

If the weight class is similar, then there is no need to manipulate or anything.

It’s already game over.

But I didn’t know that he would give up the stage and run away.

“I’m not even going to fall.”

“… … Please. If this continues, half of the broadcast will be lost.”

A crisis situation arose because it was a live broadcast and a competition program.

“Well, Call. It’s not that I like you, but I’m doing it because the fans are waiting for you.”

We hurried up the stage steps.

Like a school of salmon.

But… … It’s embarrassing that this came up not right after the curtain call started pouring in, but when it was dying down.

“Gyaaaaaaah!”

“Why did you come back?!”

“Oppaaaaaa!”

As fans rekindle their flame.

I picked up the mic again.

“You came up here for a long time. Now you’re going back down?”

“No!”

When I hear the fans’ screams, my cold body starts to heat up.

maybe.

If anyone were to experience what I’m experiencing just once, they would live their entire lives longing for the stage.

That’s probably why rock bands that are far from the stage end up falling into infinite decline.

Because this kind of dopamine cannot be replaced by anything.

I feel grateful to A.Fly, but as a senior (of course… if we look at their official debut, we are their juniors), I also want to give them a good scolding.

Even though we were called back-time butchers or killers during our indie days 30 years ago, you guys were the first band to run away from a prepared stage.

So, I decided to answer the audience’s questions.

“You know there’s no such thing as an encore, right? This is a competition.”

“Yes, yes!”

“I don’t know! Just do it!”

“Move!”

“Black Pouch!”

On one hand, they shorten our team name so that they can shout it out as they please. That’s okay. I’m grateful that they call me by it in some way.

“The band that was supposed to perform later couldn’t come because they had a stomachache.”

For a moment, it seemed as if question marks were floating above the heads of the fans in the audience.

In particular, the fandom that supported A.Fly seemed to be even more shocked.

You cheered us on without paying attention, but you probably came to your senses when the curtain call came. Even if that wasn’t the case, it’s still an absurd story.

I gave a scary easy choice to the toilet fairy, A-Fly.

“He said he had a stomachache and went to take a dump. Or he ran away leaving his fans behind.”

I’ll tell you what happens if you mess with a madman.

* * *

bang-!

A.Fly’s vocalist, Kang Ha, hit the inner wall of the car he was riding in.

“Ha… … F**k… … .”

“… … .”

“… … .”

“… … .”

There isn’t even the slightest movement on the faces of the A-Fly members riding together.

Why did it turn out like this?

We were TH’s one and only rock band, A-Fly, and our opponents were a rookie rock band with their faces comically covered.

Moreover, the person who was revealed to be the real identity was a famous comedian named Hong Young-pil.

“Hey, it really sucks, really.”

“Be quiet.”

This is team leader Kim Min-su.

The voice is so cold that you wouldn’t think it’s the usual Kim Min-soo team leader. There’s no balance in the relationship between an idol and his manager.

When an idol is a rookie, the manager is the boss, but once the idol becomes popular, the idol becomes the boss.

A-Fly?

It’s come out to this extent.

So, Team Leader Kim Min-su was a thorough person.

That’s why A.Fly’s vocalist, Kang Ha’s annoyance was directed at Kim Min Soo.

“Bro! No, f*ck. If we go like this, we’ll just run away. Does that make sense?”

“… … Should I tell the ambulance to turn back? Do you want to come up now? It’s not too late.”

“… … No, how can I go back now? You even told the staff that I was sick. The picture will be funnier if I go back.”

“Then let’s just go. The company thought about it and made the decision.”

“Ah!”

bang-.

Again, Kang Ha’s fist struck the inside of the ambulance.

The stage of Blue Porcelain begins.

At first I thought it was funny.

The company prepared in advance, but the opponent is a group of third-rate celebrities who are all old and worn out.

Although his skills were good and he had received good responses, the fandom that had formed after Hong Young-pil was revealed weakened.

I thought it would be an easy win, just like the company said.

‘If only it weren’t for that XXX.’

Did you know that the person who was picking a fight in the bathroom could move?

It’s not that person that’s scary, it’s NBD9 and the fandom behind that person that are scary.

‘… … Hey, let’s not think about it… … .’

no.

Honestly, the more I think about it, the more scary that person is.

I saw the fans’ eyes blinking with my own eyes, so how could I not be scared?

Even among the fans of A.Fly who shouted for Lee Dong Ha until his throat was torn, there was a sasaeng fan who chased after Kang Ha relentlessly.

So, during the live broadcast, right before the performance, I pretended not to be able to resist the words of my manager, Kim Min-soo, who told me to withdraw, and left.

A private ambulance was hastily called, and reporters from the company took pictures of him being carried out on a stretcher.

‘I hope the photo turned out well?’

Even though it was urgent, I made my lips white to make it look like I was in pain. I also covered the upper part of my nose with my arm because my face would look weird if I took a picture from below.

at that time.

Member Taejin’s voice was heard in Kang Ha’s ears as he tried to suppress his anger.

“… … Hyung. Didn’t you finish your discussion with An Chi-seop at the company?”

I pretend not to notice and sneak a peek, and Taejin is holding a cell phone in his hand. As the members and even the manager, Team Leader Kim Min-soo, focus their attention on Taejin, Taejin turns off his Bluetooth earphones and turns up the volume.

―… … Is he okay?

It’s Kang Ha’s voice. It might be difficult to pinpoint exactly what Kang Ha is, but those who know him will know.

-Him? Who?

-Who could it be? Of course, it’s the kid who was singing.

-You’re crazy. Are you doing it again?

-Why? Don’t you beep? How? Do you want me to beep once?

―It was a bit beeping― I could see it.

―Right? Don’t you think that someone with heavy makeup on would be trembling and quivering like girl group members?

The inside of the ambulance became as quiet as a mouse.

I don’t even remember the conversation itself.

Isn’t that usually the case?

How many people can remember exactly what they talked about with whom yesterday, from start to finish?

However, the swear words that are inserted in the middle of the conversation, processed as beeps, make it sound even uglier.

“Brother… … This… … .”

Kim Min-soo quickly stopped Kang Ha’s excuses.

“Just… … let’s go quietly, please… … .”

“No, f*ck, seriously. What does the company do! They don’t stop this kind of stuff!”

“… … .”

“That’s why! You got a flat tire during a live broadcast! What the f*ck! The PD was eating it because he was crazy!”

A seizure that borders on a fit of rage.

The words “Rock Will Never Die” written on the upper right corner of the phone screen indicate that this screen is currently being broadcast live.

Normally, it would be a VCR that is played while preparing for the next stage.

A conversation between two men is heard from an angle taken from behind a man wearing a suit and his face covered.

Of course, now that the entire nation knows who that person is from behind.

How did they capture that conversation when there wasn’t even a microphone in the bathroom?

―Hey, even so, we’re still indie. If we’ve been an indie band until now, that means we have no commercial value. Anyway, after our performance, we’re going to their waiting room. Let’s go together. Just hold the wind from the side.

At the end of the continuous voice of Kang Ha, a single subtitle grandly fills the screen.

[The fight between Blue Porcelain and A-Fly, the hidden story.]

There is no mass or any other decoration.

After a short VCR, the screen changes again and we see Blue Porcelain and Lee Dong-ha’s bright face back on stage.

A brief interaction with the audience begins.

―The band that was supposed to perform later couldn’t come up because they had a stomachache.

“… … What the hell is this?”

– He said he went to take a dump because his stomach hurt. Or he ran away, leaving his fans behind.

Kang Ha’s face turned pale.

“Ha… … I’m really going to die… … .”