Rockstar Again - Chapter 106



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Episode 106. A rolling stone gathers no moss (6)

The morning after the semi-final live broadcast of , which was almost legendary, ended.

An Chi-seop was wandering around the broadcasting station for no reason.

“The coffee tastes good, PD-nim.”

“What wouldn’t taste good?”

“That’s why.”

Na Tae-pyeong, Ohana, and Kim Du-ri are standing on either side of Ahn Chi-seop, smiling broadly.

The day after the broadcast is usually the least busy day.

Just because there’s a shoot once a week doesn’t mean I only work that day.

If it were normal, everyone would be at home, lying down and resting.

But why are you coming out and loitering around the broadcasting station?

It’s kind of like a victory parade.

“Hey… …! PD Ahn! Ugh… … Are you going to hit me again this time?”

A PD from the entertainment department whom I met in the lobby of the broadcasting station offered his congratulations.

“Oh my… … No. What am I hitting? I’m not a gangster.”

“To that extent, you’re a gangster. Oh, but I have a question.”

“Go ahead.”

“Did PD Ahn know? That… that member was the chairman? That Dong-ha was there?”

In times like this, all you have to do is smile.

If you say you know, the story will bloom, and if you say you don’t know, they’ll say, “You didn’t know? Then you got caught?” and diminish Ahn Chi-seop’s achievements.

Instead, the public is together.

“Our writer Oh did the casting. It would be faster to ask writer Oh.”

At Ahn Chi-seop’s words, the entertainment department PD’s eyes turned to Oh Ha-na, and Oh Ha-na just smiled and showed her humility.

“Everyone worked hard so it turned out well, hey… … .”

Then that’s it.

It’s been like this all morning.

I’m wandering around the broadcasting station, drinking coffee and taking a sip.

While wandering around the broadcasting station, wondering if there was anyone who would congratulate us again, Kim Du-ri opened his mouth.

“But PD-nim?”

“huh?”

“I’m CEO Choi of Tsuenter. Are you going to stay still?”

A rock band that was raised with a lot of love, if not a lot of care, has turned into a bunch of shit.

They put out an article about an idol being carried away during a live broadcast.

Because Lee Dong-ha took the extreme easy choice test, another article was published saying that he had irritable bowel syndrome.

I know it was an unavoidable choice.

If it weren’t for that, I would have become an idol who abandoned his fans, just like Lee Dong-ha said.

Of course, that’s not what Kim Du-ri meant.

The VCR that was there before.

Beep – Moving down the processing, Ha-ra’s response was violent, but because of the situation, he became a good person. A-Fly became a gangster.

“Those kids fed it to me first. How can you run during a live broadcast? If you had died a heroic death on stage, I wouldn’t have gone to such lengths to do that. You all know that, right? I prepared two VCRs.”

I was going to use it, but it was a weak version.

One version of Sen.

Each of us had prepared for it.

It was a well-known fact that Ahn Chi-seop would choose.

In the end, it’s all about the cause.

What almost seemed like a desperate measure to increase viewer ratings without a justification ended up being a clear-cut sniping attack.

“But it’s still a waste… … .”

“What if it’s Tsuenter? Even if you run, we’re like, “Oh my, yes, yes, you’re having a hard time. We’ll cover the live broadcast somehow, so you can run away comfortably. Is that how it should be? That’s the truth, the world has gone crazy. Since when did there ever exist an agency above the broadcasting station?”

“It’s been a few years. The entertainment companies have been talking about us. It’s been like that ever since the Korean Wave boom. Even the public broadcasting stations are talking nonsense now.”

At Kim Du-ri’s words, Na Tae-pyeong and Oh Ha-na’s faces also slightly darkened.

Because it’s not a wrong analysis.

but.

“Why are you worrying about that? I did it because I had a plan. I threw it away, but what did we catch? We’ll have to see that.”

An Chi-seop’s judgment was different.

An Chi-seop opened his mouth again, receiving everyone’s attention.

“Dong-ha. He’s definitely flying. Do you think he’s already flying? No. He hasn’t even been on the launch pad yet. Hallyu? Sounds good. But don’t you know that? Even though Hallyu is a boom, it’s still a culture that only people who enjoy it enjoy? It’s not like there are any world-class stars like Taylor Sweezy or Michael Jackson. Dong-ha is the kind of guy who will be like that. We’re supporting that kind of guy.”

“But the problem is right now. It’s obvious that the kids from Tsuen Entertainment won’t be appearing on our show for a while… … .”

“Instead, I caught Cheong-ah.”

“That’s true, but isn’t Cheong-ah far behind Tsuen-ter in terms of music?”

Once Kim Du-ri starts worrying, his worries never end.

So, Ahn Chi-seop used his last finishing move.

“Hey. What are we?”

“Production crew… … right?”

“No, not that, but to be more specific.”

“… …Office worker?”

“Right. What should office workers do? Who should they look good to?”

“firm?”

“Who is the best boss in the company?”

“president?”

“Where are you, boss?”

“Owner?”

“therefore.”

Finally, flowers bloomed again on Kim Du-ri’s face.

It’s still February, but it’s spring.

The cherry blossoms are in full bloom.

at that time.

There is a middle-aged man walking briskly in front of me as if he is about to run.

“Oh my… …! Our An Star! I knew this would happen!”

“……president!”

CEO Yang Hong-soo, who suddenly approached and grabbed Ahn Chi-seop’s hand, continues to caress Ahn Chi-seop’s hand.

Just like rubbing a genie’s magic lamp to summon a genie who will grant your wish.

“You had a hard time yesterday, didn’t you? Oh my… … I should have come right away, but there was traffic.”

“no…….”

“Yeah, yeah. Oh my… … Oh right. I told the head of the headquarters. I’m going to go down to Geumilbong. Let’s have a proper company dinner with that. I told him to give us plenty.”

“Ah… … Thank you.”

President Yang Hong-soo, who was listening to Ahn Chi-seop’s words and hugging him, whispered in his ear.

“Thank you. You are my genie. I got a direct call from Secretary Kwak Moon-ki. He asked me to have a meal with him.”

“ah…….”

“You don’t know what this means.”

I don’t know.

There is no need to know because these things happen from above.

However, looking at Yang Hong-soo’s moved face, I can tell that things are going pretty well.

* * *

It’s quite late for breakfast.

Kim Dong-sik’s family sat together at the table for the first time in a while.

I was so out of it yesterday, and it was late at night, so I couldn’t have a conversation.

Like a discharged person, Dad Kim Dong-sik stretched out and slept late into the night.

Due to the reporters crowding not only in front of the house but also inside Mom’s chicken restaurant, Mom had no choice but to take the day off from work.

Thanks to that, the whole family was able to be together at this time.

In fact, at this time, both Kim Do-ah and Kim Do-hyung.

It’s time to go out and meet a friend.

At this age, friends are better.

But not now.

I have so many questions.

“… … .”

“… … .”

Neither dad nor mom said anything.

Kim Do-ah rolled her eyes as she brought her chopsticks to her mouth.

There is only silence.

Looking at the giggling face of my younger brother, Kim Do-hyung, it seems like he knew something.

Kim Do-ah poked the side of Kim Do-hyung, who was sitting next to her, and whispered softly.

“You knew, right?”

“I didn’t know either.”

“But why are you reacting like that? Before, you were always saying, ‘Fighting dad,’ as if you were the only one who knew everything. You knew it, didn’t you?”

“I told you I didn’t know? And is it weird to say ‘fighting’ to Dad? I just told Dad to cheer up.”

“Hey, sir… … you… … !”

widely-!

It was a small sound, but enough to stop the two children from talking.

The sound of my mother’s chopsticks coming down.

“Thank you both and eat. If you have any questions, feel free to ask Dad.”

okay…….

That’s right.

It’s rather strange to ask around when the person in question is right in front of you.

Kim Do-ah, who had made up her mind, asked her father, who was serving seaweed soup with a sullen face.

“… … Dad. Didn’t you say before that you don’t know much about music… … ?”

“I?”

“huh.”

While Kim Dong-sik makes a puzzled face, Kim Do-hyung intervenes.

“What the hell? Dad said he didn’t know how to play guitar.”

Only then did Kim Dong-sik answer with a smile.

“Ah… … Right. My dad doesn’t know much about guitar. He only played drums from the beginning.”

“… … Then before, my dad’s close friend said he was good at playing guitar… … and asked me to look after him… … is that person… Lee Dong-ha oppa?”

“Huh? Huh. It’s not like Dad did anything right. It’s just Dong-ha.”

crazy.

The words were about to spill out of my mouth, but I barely managed to swallow them because my mom was there.

“How does Dad know Dong-ha oppa?”

“Uh… … … … um… … just?”

“just?”

“This is hard to explain… … .”

It’s frustrating when a dad keeps talking, but the important thing isn’t how he knows.

“Are you really close?”

Kim Dong-sik was lost in thought for a moment while listening to his daughter Kim Do-ah’s words.

“We’re just close… … more than that.”

“?”

“Because we have the same dream.”

Whatever it is, it means we are incredibly close.

That means that one day we might get to see the dragon face of Idoha up close… … .

Considering the age difference… … seventeen and twenty-one… … .

If there’s a four year age difference, they don’t even look at compatibility…

“Ah… … Sister, you’re imagining something sinister again, Dad.”

Kim Do-hyung made a disgusted expression as he looked at Kim Do-ah, who was blushing bright red.

“You. Didn’t you get a patch on your father’s body? You must have had a hard time. Is it hard for you to say one word?”

My mother’s words suddenly brought me to my senses.

Well, that’s true.

Once I started majoring in music, I knew for sure.

What does it mean to perform in the professional scene?

How much rigorous practice is required to achieve that.

Moreover, the father Kim Dong-sik that Kim Do-ah knew was just an ordinary office worker.

Because it was like that since Kim Do-ah was born.

In other words, even if he had been very skilled in the past, I can’t even imagine how much harsh training he would have had to go through to regain his skills.

“But Dad, did you originally do music? That’s what it said in the article. It was a very famous band in the 90s indie scene.”

All night long, articles poured in dissecting the Blue Porcelain.

Kim Do-ah also stayed up all night reading articles.

“I don’t know if it was famous, but I liked it. Music… … That’s what I originally did.”

“But why didn’t you do it? Why did you go to work?”

“At that time… … things just went that way. The vocalist had an accident and disappeared. Um… … the focal point… … ? That was the disappearance. My father was young, so it was a huge shock for him too.”

Dad Kim Dong-sik smiling brightly.

While listening to the answer, Kim Do-ah crunched a few grains of rice again.

A sullen face.

Hair sticking out from under the pillow.

Eye boogers stuck in one eye.

But he has a solid, muscular body.

The arms exposed above the short-sleeved clothes are just like those of an athlete.

Dad was always a dad.

Kim Do-ah has been an ordinary office worker since birth.

I just thought it was like that and lived without paying attention.

I’m curious about my father’s past.

What was my father’s thinking when he made music?

And why did you give up?

also.

What was it like when you quit music?

I also felt a sense of guilt.

The fact that I came across an article about my father’s past that I didn’t know about before.

There were times when I lived without any interest, just thinking that my dad was my dad and taking it for granted.

Once I started to take an interest in my father, I was struck by a curiosity of a whole new level than the curiosity I had for Lee Dong-ha.

“Wasn’t it hard when you gave up? Weren’t you doing really well?”

“I don’t know if I did well, but I had a hard time because I liked it. But then again, it was okay.”

“why?”

Her father, Kim Dong-sik, smiled gently as he greeted Kim Do-ah’s question.

“You were born. So it wasn’t that hard since then.”

Adolescence is a time of rebellion, but it is also a time when emotions run wild.

He spat out words that were a jumbled mix of rebellion and emotion.

“Who am I to think that Dad doesn’t have any strength? I didn’t even listen to what he said.”

Dad answers as if it’s no big deal, slurping down another sip of seaweed soup.

“My second dream.”