Rockstar Again - Chapter 110



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Episode 110. Clapping doesn’t make a sound unless you clap your hands together (4)

If you ask what rock is, there will be as many definitions as there are people who do rock.

If you ask me what rock is… … well… … is there a correct answer to that?

My brothers say that rock is music of liberation and rebellion, and I agree with that to some extent.

Although I was a good student, I was not the type of person who would quietly follow the flow of society.

But I don’t think that’s the right answer.

……just.

It seems to change from moment to moment.

“… … .”

“… … .”

A pretty, wealthy wife, sitting there blankly, for her age.

The face that was soaked with tears is still wet.

Even though it’s cosmetics used by the rich, I wonder if it doesn’t have a waterproof function, or if she didn’t expect me to cry today.

Her makeup is patchy and her face is a mess.

And the conglomerate leader, looking at his wife like that, was unusually flustered.

Are you looking at these two people right now?

Rock is love.

I felt like I was being a little too intrusive.

There was a reason why it had to be that way.

A couple who have lived together for nearly 30 years but still look in different directions.

I guessed it.

I’m not stupid for not knowing anything about love, right?

Brother Youngpil and Brother Dongsik would talk about their families and sisters-in-law whenever they had the chance, but Brother Taeju was different.

I thought the conglomerates were different, but it turns out that wasn’t the case, the situation was complicated.

To sum up.

99% of it is personal preference, with each person not being able to or not speaking properly to each other.

The country is a place where people’s time slips become a 1% seasoning, and time passes due to tangled relationships.

If it’s just that much of a hassle, then a time traveler would have done the best he could.

“Let’s go out, sir.”

“Ah… … Ah, yes.”

Secretary Kwak Moon-ki, who was hesitating, soon comes to his senses and leaves the recording studio.

“excuse me…….”

Mr. Kwak Moon-ki, who left the recording studio, starts to open his mouth to say something.

“why?”

“……no.”

“You’re single. I had an idea, didn’t I?”

I know what you’re trying to say.

Even a monkey would be able to guess that much in this situation.

So I smiled and asked nonchalantly, and Mr. Kwak Moon-ki, who had a look of concern on his face for a moment, quickly regained his composure.

“Shall we go up to the rooftop and get some fresh air?”

“Let’s go. Let’s smell some 21st century smoke. And… … You two will need some time.”

* * *

Yoon Tae-joo stood frozen in place.

When Dong-ha, who disappeared 30 years ago, reappeared in the future.

And even when Yoon Tae-joo found out, he wasn’t as shocked as he is now.

Because Yoon Tae-joo is that kind of man.

A man who can deal with variables wisely and logically.

The iron-blooded monarch, Jaemin Group itself.

but…….

“……uh…….”

I opened my mouth with courage and ended up closing it again.

What can I say now?

I always thought it was an emotionless marriage, and I thought happiness was a luxury for me, so I lived immersed in work.

I lived like that for 30 years, and then I found out that my wife was a fan?

I just thought it was a marriage between families. My wife loved me?

Even so, it is not like Yoon Tae-joo’s heart, which has been closed for 30 years, will suddenly open wide. It does not mean that it will remain closed forever, but it is just that it cannot happen all at once.

Regardless of what kind of person Yoon Tae-joo is, that’s what it means to be human. That’s the fear of time.

“… … .”

“… … .”

To be honest, I was scared.

After Dong-ha’s death, I thought I was the one living in prison, but I started to realize little by little that I was living by imprisoning someone else…

Shake shake.

My wife rose from her seat like a deflated balloon.

And it was my wife who was the first to speak up.

“… … The vocalist who was thought to have died 30 years ago… … just moved?”

“… … .”

“I guess it’s true since you can’t answer. What kind of nonsense is this… .”

“… … .”

“But I’m getting a divorce. I’m tired of watching you go by for 30 years.”

“… … .”

What on earth should I say? How should I say it?

I’m sorry, I love you?

I’m so sorry, but I don’t know love.

Let me emphasize this again, it is absurd for a heart that has been closed for 30 years to suddenly open…

But I had to say something to my wife as she walked listlessly out of the recording studio.

How painful it is to be locked up in prison.

What a great happiness it is to be freed from prison.

Because the current Yoon Tae-joo was someone they both knew.

What should I say?

Countless words come to mind and disappear.

There is no correct answer.

Not only is there no right answer, but I also don’t know what ointment would heal my wife’s wounds.

Then I just started saying what I needed to say.

Not like Yoon Tae-joo, without any calculations.

“There are three children.”

“… … .”

“So I slept with you. I remember.”

“What the… … !”

Bae So-yeon looked around with a bewildered face.

Of course, I had avoided the spot a little while ago, but this was more like an instinctive confirmation.

“But I don’t remember kissing or lightly kissing. I don’t even remember holding hands. I don’t remember going on dates like everyone else. Because we didn’t do it.”

“… … .”

“You should get a divorce. I can’t stop you. I’m sorry to say this now, but I can imagine how hard it must have been for you.”

“……at last!”

As Bae So-yeon’s eyes filled with resentment, Yoon Tae-joo spoke with a trembling voice, which was unusual for his usual self.

“I’ll do my best to change your mind. You do your best to resent me and push me away.”

Absurdly enough, after 30 years of marriage, there is still love.

However, it was Yoon Tae-joo’s sincerity that he would do his best to get to know the other person even now.

* * *

My sister-in-law left the practice room with a strange look on her face.

I was coming down from the rooftop to get some fresh air when I happened to run into you.

My sister-in-law’s face looked like it was filled with common emotions like confusion, surprise, and fear.

I don’t really care.

As time passes, my sister-in-law will also accept the truth.

Going through this process, I get the feeling that the 20th century’s Idongha and the 21st century’s Idongha are gradually overlapping.

Do you feel like the intersection between the two movements is gradually increasing?

“Oh my. Dating isn’t easy, is it?”

I tried to trouble you again for nothing.

Taejoo hyung’s face was quite something to look at.

I’ve rarely seen this guy with such a complicated face.

Moreover, the shock must have been so great that the traces of Jajangmyeon left on the corner of his mouth still remained… … .

Sure, love is scary… … .

But, can the relationship between Tae-ju and his sister-in-law simply be called a love affair?

Is marriage scary?

If you think about it that way, it’s not common. It would be hard to generalize this to the fear of marriage.

“… … .”

I spoke again to Tae-joo, who was sitting blankly on the sofa in the recording studio.

“What if I suddenly go back to the past? Will I live like someone locked in prison again?”

“They said it was impossible to go back to the past?”

Judging from the fact that he always responds to such comments, it seems like he hasn’t completely lost his mind.

“If the past is impossible, then I can go to the future again. Then?”

“It’s not your fault.”

“Then, please do your best so that I don’t blame myself. And my sister-in-law too.”

“… … I have to try harder.”

Anyway, it’s strange.

Why did you get married if you didn’t love each other?

And how did the child come to be?

The only good thing is that it’s not that Tae-ju hyung didn’t love his sister-in-law. It’s that he didn’t open his heart to anyone else.

Because of the accident that happened that day when I time-slipped.

In other words, it means that all you have to do now is open your heart to your sister-in-law.

at that time.

The recording studio door opened again.

Taejoo hyung’s face is urgently heading towards the recording studio door… … It’s quite funny.

This is another moment that proves that there is no such thing as a human being who is not shaken by anything.

Perhaps, it was a look of concern as if his sister-in-law had returned.

“What is it? Why is the atmosphere like this?”

It’s the savior.

“Why do you keep coming?”

The Savior smiled at me as if to say, “Well, that’s true.”

It’s not often that I’m happy to see the Savior, but this time I’m happy.

I felt a little embarrassed being alone with Taeju hyung.

Even though I was a troublemaker, I wonder if Tae-joo’s life was ruined because of me. I wonder if Tae-joo and his sister-in-law’s lives were messed up because of me… … These thoughts are slowly creeping up on me.

“Do you know Metal Lord?”

“Who doesn’t know how to rock?”

“Oh… … Was it that much?”

“Still, Metal Road is pretty good. It’s just not my style.”

The smile on Gu Se-ryeong’s face faded slightly at my words, and an awkward smile appeared.

“Isn’t that our Dong-ha style?”

“They’re a bit too much. Should I say they’re too radical? Rock isn’t all the same. What I’m after is hard rock with a bit more melody, but Metal Road is typical heavy metal. The genres they’re after are a bit different, right?”

“… … Oh really?”

“Oh, what do you mean? Can’t a company president figure that out? You can tell just by looking at them. It’s different. Well… … Dong-sik hyung is a huge Metal Road fan, though.”

“aha.”

There are so many strange people today.

Aha, what is aha?

“I think you have something to say. Why Metallord?”

As I squinted my eyes and looked at the Savior, the Savior opened his mouth again in a sticky voice for no reason.

“I thought we should meet up sometime?”

“Meeting? Metallord?”

“huh.”

suddenly?

How does Metallord know about us?

As if my doubts were visible on his face, the Savior began to continue his explanation.

“I saw it on YouTube. Our Dongha music and Blue Porcelain performance. I went to the last concert and enjoyed it on site. Then I got a call from the company… … They said it was a meeting, but the company found out that they were considering a collaboration.”

“cooperation?”

Regardless of the fact that I don’t like Metallord, there’s no denying that Metallord is a great band.

Is this what it means to be in the 21st century, connected as the world is?

Things that were unimaginable in the past just happen?

“Metal Lord himself moved, so he wouldn’t just give encouragement or words of encouragement without doing anything, right? So the company is going to decide whether to consider collaboration. What do you think? Let’s meet up, okay?”

I answered the Savior’s words without a second’s hesitation.

“What are you doing?”

“……huh?”

“Why do we meet with Metallord? We have nothing to gain from them.”

That’s collaboration.

There has to be mutual benefit, right?

I guess I can get the name value and use it.

But are we giving the time we should be spending on our music to Metal Lords to do that?

That’s not even worth a penny.

What’s important to us now is our activities.

Now that we’ve confirmed that the hyungs are on track, let’s record our first album, release our debut album quickly, and start our promotions.

I’m busy doing that.

It’s a matter of choice and focus, separate from how great we think of ourselves.

We released our first album and are preparing our second, and if there is talk of collaboration, then the story will be different, but not now.

Even if the Beatles asked you to collaborate, you’d be hesitant. Metal Road?

Why?

But then, Gu Se-ryeong checks the watch on his wrist for no reason.

Even if you don’t say, “This watch is expensive,” it’s probably not your intention to brag about a watch that seems expensive.

“What else is there?”

“… … I have a meeting scheduled for two hours later.”

“?”

“I knew you’d like it. When I looked into it, I heard he’s a legend in the rock world… … .”