Rockstar Again - Chapter 111



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Episode 111. Who We Are (1)

A rock legend.

Lars Roemer and Kirk Schmidt, two men from a rock band that is considered the epitome of heavy metal, were laughing heartily.

“Does this make sense?”

“Yeah. But still. Thanks to that, I’ve been able to see a lot of things I couldn’t see when I came to Korea before, right?”

Walking down the street wearing sunglasses, long hair flowing, eating soft serve ice cream.

Of course, his shorter colleague Lars Roemer, who walks alongside him, doesn’t have any hair to fly around.

Anyway, it’s a freedom I feel for the first time in a while.

Even when you walk down the street, people don’t know who you are.

I don’t even care.

It’s eye-catching.

Because they are not Asians.

“It seemed like there were quite a few rock fans at our previous concerts. Have we been forgotten in just a few years?”

Kirk Schmidt asked Michael Chung, biting into his ice cream.

An agency employee who provides interpretation services and provides convenience to those staying in Korea.

“Rather than being forgotten… … I think it’s more like you wouldn’t think that a rock legend would be walking down Insadong… … .”

“You are lying now.”

Michael Jung let out an awkward laugh at Lars Roemer’s words.

“haha…….”

This guy is sharp.

It may seem cynical, but it also seems like he doesn’t care about anything in the world.

Actually, I can see that he secretly likes eating ice cream while walking down the street.

Kirk Schmidt, on the other hand, was much easier to deal with.

Unlike other world-famous superstars, he is the first to joke around and is very relaxed.

So-called good mannered ones.

“I just finally managed to contact those damned brats… … What the hell happened to this tiny country? They said Korea was a developed country, but I guess that’s not the case. There must have been some kind of communication problem. Otherwise, there’s no way it would have taken us days to contact them.”

“That’s overconfidence.”

Lars Roemer snorted at Kirk Schmidt’s snickering.

“You agreed that you were a bunch of fucking kids, right? And you’re the only one pretending to be a nice person?”

Michael Jung thought to himself as he listened to the two people’s daily bickering.

‘I did contact them… … but… … and the other party’s response was good… … . But Korea was literally turned upside down and the entire media was only looking at Blue Porcelain, so that’s why… … .’

Immediately after the performance, the identities of all members of Blue Porcelain were revealed.

Michael Chung and company revealed their identity as Metal Road and contacted Cheong-A Entertainment.

Metallord came to me in person and wanted to meet me… …

reaction?

Of course it was positive.

They’re pursuing a real rock band, meeting rock legends.

Since Metallord has come, there is no need to waste time trying to clear the schedule.

So, this is purely a situational factor.

Of all the bands, it was the Korean rock band they wanted to meet.

Of all things, it is monopolizing the attention of South Korea right now.

That’s why what the other company said was amazing.

The company representative went to see him in person to deliver the message, but he said he didn’t see him.

‘Who would believe that?’

It’s not a hole-in-the-wall store, it’s Cheong-A Enter.

It’s not like Michael Jung doesn’t know that the CEO of Cheong-A Entertainment is a celebrity above celebrities, and that he runs the entertainment company as a hobby.

Still, I was grateful that he gave me that kind of excuse.

It was a comment that made me think, not that I was disparaging Metallord.

“I wonder what kind of expression they’ll make when they see us.”

Lars Roemer didn’t hide his secret anticipation.

“Isn’t that the face of someone who wants to keep going until the end, contrary to what they say?”

“I hope so, but it won’t happen.”

Michael Jung took a step back and laughed hollowly.

What is it?

What about that kind of feeling?

As I climb to an infinitely high level, will I find someone to slap me in the face?

Anyway.

“Let’s go. It’ll be our appointment time soon.”

The tour is over.

His leisurely time of helping them with their tours also came to an end.

* * *

Two men came to the recording studio.

Lars Roemer and Kirk Schmidt.

Even though he is a rock legend.

Rock isn’t a genre where just one or two groups shine.

There must be one or two legends.

Right now, all I see is an old blond-haired drummer and a guitarist.

On the drummer side, Lars Römer is particularly showing his age.

He’s wearing a hat because his hair is blown off like our house’s yellow one, but he’s not a skinhead, which is common among Westerners who have hair loss, so it’s even more… … sad… … .

“You’ve aged so much… …especially Mr. Lars Roemer.”

Michael Jeong, a man who introduced himself as an employee of a Korean agency and an interpreter, flinched at my words.

“What is he saying?”

When Lars Roemer asked a man named Michael Jung, he hesitated to answer, so I stepped in.

“You’re very old. And, why did you gain so much weight? Aren’t you working out?”

Old.

The boat is coming out.

It’s a total mess.

“What the f… … !”

I looked at my two older brothers with shining eyes behind me as I listened to Lars Roemer’s curse.

When I told him that there was going to be a meeting with Metallord, Youngpil and Dongsik came running in a hurry.

When I first saw it, it didn’t look much different from that, but now, what? It’s great. To this extent.

So when they covered their faces, fans were confused as to whether they were a new idol band.

Not to mention Tae-joo hyung who sits next to me.

Because Tae-joo hyung has maintained a nice body from the beginning.

“Dong-ha. Can you tell me that I’m a fan?”

As our eyes met, Dong-sik couldn’t hold it in anymore and spoke to me.

“What did I say? Did you forget that I said we were just friendly competitors, not objects of worship?”

“… … Because I said it so long ago… … .”

“I said it before and I said it now. Remember. Attitude is important. There’s no reason to be cocky, but there’s no point in sleeping. A star has to be humble, but a rock star can’t be humble.”

Dong-sik Hyung smiled brightly at Lars Römer without showing any sign of being discouraged by my words.

I was going to stop it, but I just left it alone.

To Dong-sik, the wannabe is Lars Roemer, who is old, pot-bellied, short, and has lost his hair.

But really… … time is scary.

Even though that guy is like that now, he really had amazing charisma back in the day.

Since he was quite handsome, he had a lot of female fans.

anyway.

The recording studio isn’t that big, but it’s not small either. It’s packed for once.

Like North-South negotiations.

Our agents sitting with their backs to the recording booth.

Me. Brother Taeju.

After that, Dong-sik and Young-pil.

Although they are in the center, the old guard and the older sister of Director Hong Seon-ah are sitting tilted towards us.

Among our agents, Tae-joo and I are the only ones who speak English.

I don’t know if Gu Se-ryeong or Hong Seon-ah can speak English. But that’s not important.

Those two have no part in this conversation.

That was the condition I laid out for the Savior at the meeting with Metallord.

The opposing team’s agents are a small elite force.

Kirk Schmidt, Lars Roemer.

Michael Jeong, a black-haired Korean interpreter who assists the two inspirations.

Michael Jeong, who noticed that my English was getting better, spoke to me in Korean.

“Excuse me… … I’m sorry… … Could you be a little more careful with your word choice or the way you speak? There is a possibility of misunderstanding. Or, for the sake of clear communication, if you could just speak in Korean, I will interpret… … .”

“It’s okay. I conveyed my message clearly.”

When I was young, the places I dreamed of were America and England.

So I studied English hard.

Studying grammar at that time was also a study, but it was mainly focused on conversation.

It’s not difficult.

It’s not that he’s bad, he’s actually good.

“It’ll be convenient if you can speak English.”

At the beginning of the conversation, Lars Roemer, who had been speaking to Michael Jung, spoke directly to me.

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Let me get straight to the point. I like your music.”

“thank you.”

There’s no need to fuss about whether the other person is showing you kindness.

I said that because it’s a fact that I’m fat and old. It’s not that I have a bad personality.

“What did the drummer behind you say to me just now? He was looking at me so scary.”

“I’m a fan. I said that I’m a colleague, not an object of envy, but since you asked me to tell you, I’ll tell you once.”

“Oh… … Really… … ? But from what you’re saying, it looks like you’re not a fan of ours?”

“No. I do have music that I grew up listening to, but I don’t really have any idols. I do have some bands that I like though.”

Kirk Schmidt and Lars Roemer’s faces crumpled strangely at my words.

It may seem distorted, but… … I like it… … the same.

Kirk Schmidt and Lars Roemer, who had been whispering for a while, spoke again.

“I have two offers for you. I don’t think you’ll be able to refuse them.”

My lord.

These guys, they’re getting really old, so it seems like they’re having trouble entering new information.

I nodded slightly to Lars Römer, who was looking at me like Don Corleone from The Godfather.

It means tell me.

Lars Roemer, who was flustered again, quickly regained his composure.

“… … We’re thinking of going on tour soon. Oh, of course, a world tour. No matter what anyone says, we’re metalheads.”

“So?”

“… … Join the tour. We’ll invite you as the opening team. Depending on the situation, the time will be flexible, but as you can see, we’re old. We might give you quite a bit of time.”

At that moment, I saw Tae-joo hyung’s pupils dilate next to me.

Although Tae-joo hyung showed great emotional ups and downs while fighting with his sister-in-law, it means that he was quite surprised to see such expressions in a negotiation situation like this.

“what?”

“Are you praising us? What is this world thing? Is our music going to be accepted in the world?”

The two older brothers sitting behind me don’t know anything and are just cheerful.

In contrast, I opened my mouth with a calm expression.

this…….

When you put forward two conditions, usually the latter condition is the key.

“And?”

“… … I’ll give you the privilege of participating in the production of our album. I see you uploaded quite a bit of music to Bandcamp. Did you produce all the songs by yourself? It seems like they’re all a jumble of different songs.”

As expected, Tae-ju hyung can’t hide his overwhelming emotion.

So what?

People are getting scammed.

Even someone like Taeju hyung gets hurt, right?

He didn’t even hold a knife, he was a robber.

“First of all, let me say this. The songs on Bandcamp were worked on with Taeju hyung, who is next to me.”

“somehow.”

“But. The second one isn’t an offer you can’t refuse, but rather a request you want me to make?”

I can see cracks appearing on Lars Roemer’s poker face as he imitates Don Corleone at my words.

and.

I feel it again.

Regardless of East or West, how impoverished a creator becomes when he or she loses inspiration.

“… … If I don’t accept the conditions below… … I’ll reconsider joining the tour. No, to be precise. If I don’t join the album production, I won’t join the tour.”

“okay.”

“Okay? What do you mean yes to?”

“That means negotiations are over. You can go back now. We don’t have time to devote to making other band albums and we don’t have any intention of shining a light on another tour.”

ah.

I should be more specific.

I sat up straight and smiled quite sincerely.

“Should I say I have no intention of ruining the other man’s tour?”

to be honest.

Even I wouldn’t be confident since the Metal Road World Tour would attract die-hard Metal Road fans.

I am confident that I can draw more cheers from the fans than they do.

But you never know, right?

Even though my brothers are over 50 years old, they’re still babies compared to the Metal Road uncles.

If those kids come out and sing and perform lively, would they lose energy when they see the Metal Road uncles perform?

“You… …what do you mean?”

He kindly responded to Lars Roemer’s words.

“What if the opening band takes all the cheers from the fans? That would be bad for both of us.”

He was definitely kind.

Suddenly, Lars Roemer kicked the chair away and rushed forward.

“This fucking little bastard!”

“Ugh―.”

Ah… … This… … I’ve been losing shape so often lately?

Just a while ago, the East Sea was strangling him, and now it’s Lars Roemer.

But… … For an old man of his age, he is strong.