Rockstar Again - Chapter 146



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Episode 146. Surfin’ USA (4)

Being hated by someone… … is not a very good feeling.

But as you live in the world, you naturally come to realize it.

As the number of people who like me increases, the number of people who hate me also increases.

I can’t control it all.

While my popularity grew, I gained fans, and more and more people started calling my name.

I also know that there is a growing number of people who are cursing me somewhere on the Internet.

If you want to control it, you can control it.

One time, Youngpil said something like that.

-Let’s sue all the malicious comments.

So I did it.

With the support of one of the best companies in the industry, Cheong-A Entertainment.

Yoon Tae-joo, the head of Jaemin, a major player in the Korean business community, is coming forward, but the amount of malicious comments is just that.

– Leave mine alone. Just end it with a warning for talking nonsense.

-why?

―Just that. After all, rock started out as a way to have fun and relieve stress, so wouldn’t those people relieve stress by swearing at me? I’m not the type of person who cares about that kind of stuff. Oh, and let’s report the swearing at Nureongi. But we’ve become adults who are somewhat helpful to Nureongi society, right? You don’t need to get sweared at because of me. Right?

The thing about malicious comments is… … .

At first, I hated this band for these reasons.

So it starts out as someone who doesn’t like this band.

If you don’t control yourself, your parents and even your family will curse and harass you, so that’s the only thing that will stop you.

Why did you have to do that?

Hmm… … I guess it might be because I’m still a rockstar…

I think rock is not about suing or anything like that, but about swearing with music.

So I thought to myself that I was a little bit used to that perspective.

But I was being looked at by a strange woman who was Beomseok’s ex-wife…

I was feeling quite strange.

“… … .”

“Tell me, I don’t understand this situation one bit.”

You’re talking to me, but Nureongi speaks for me.

“Uh… … This guy… … is an orphan… … an orphan. You took Dong-ha to America… … and he’s a friend I sponsored for a long time… … . But there was a little problem and he wasn’t registered at birth… … . So um… … we hadn’t registered the death of Dong-ha… … and his status… … I… … .”

Charang―.

The woman, Beomseok’s ex-wife, places the coffee cup on the table and speaks coldly again.

“Do you think that makes sense?”

“… … .”

“In the 21st century Republic of Korea, there are children who were not registered at birth and therefore do not have a resident registration number?”

“that’s right.”

This was a scenario we had been thinking about while we were coming to America.

Of course, Beomseok and I.

It wasn’t just the idea of ​​the two of them, and the old man also agreed.

Honestly, there was no other way to explain it, so there were significant limitations to the scenario.

Gu Se-ryeong and Hong Seon-ah, who had been brainstorming ideas together, are listening intently in the corner of the coffee shop.

I don’t think you’ll be able to hear it, but I don’t think you’ll be able to not hear it.

There is quite a bit of distance between tables, but the coffee shop is very quiet.

I continued to stir the spoon over the coffee cup without opening my mouth.

A warm latte.

This is the coffee that the Savior introduced me to.

I don’t know why I thought of that in the midst of all this, but as my mind became more complicated, all sorts of things came to mind.

‘I thought it was okay, but it’s happening again… … .’

The habit of thinking of oneself as a foreigner.

It’s a fact that it’s a habit.

The real moving person is already dead, so there is no body, but there is a grave, and the only ones who go to see it are me and Beomseok.

Since I am the master of the tomb, it means that in the end, the only one who remembers the dead Lee Dong-ha is Beom-seok.

I have other brothers, but they said that when they looked for me, their hearts ached and they couldn’t find me.

Anyway, the point is, I became a dead being. The person who is working hard to get up on stage is Beomseok’s son.

“Tell me. Is this true? Even if it is true, I have no intention of condoning such an outrageous crime. But I think I would understand if I knew something.”

I raised my head from where I was burying my coffee cup and looked at Beomseok’s ex-wife.

“… … I guess you loved me a lot.”

“… … ? Isn’t that obvious?”

“I see… … . Of course… … that was the case.”

I quickly bowed my head to Beomseok’s ex-wife, who was looking at me strangely.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I lived without knowing that was normal… … So I’m a bit… … jealous… … Oh, f*ck. What am I saying… … No, I’m sorry. You swore at me.”

Even Beomseok, who was sitting next to me, looked at me with a nervous expression.

I know.

I have no intention of making any mistakes.

Anyway, it’s our fault.

This lady was pointing out the obvious.

A person I have never seen before is acting under the name and identity of my dead son.

And, he didn’t just quietly steal my identity, he made his face and name known to the world.

It’s stranger to just stay still.

As if it were a joke, there wasn’t even any ridiculous talk like killing this woman to silence her, like in a martial arts novel.

I started to tell the story inside, excluding only the key word, time slip.

This lady’s… …love for her son.

Let’s feel it, the excitement of my first trip abroad, and the thought of somehow solving it lightly and getting over it all disappeared.

“It’s true that I have no identity. I can’t really explain it to you… … To be honest, I don’t know either. Why am I a foreigner with no identity? When I opened my eyes, I was Korean, but like you said, I had no resident registration number, no parents. I just had nothing. So I used my son’s name for convenience. This might sound like an excuse, but my original name was also changed. So I didn’t feel guilty about taking away his identity. I thought that the person involved, the father… … had given permission.”

“… … .”

Beomseok’s ex-wife still sits up straight and listens to my long story.

He is a fairly rational person.

No, he’s an incredibly rational person.

I bowed my head again toward Beomseok’s ex-wife.

“Anyway, I’m sorry.”

“Is that the end?”

“yes.”

This time, my short answer makes Beomseok’s ex-wife… … no, the woman’s face distort.

Rational people often exhibit this type of pattern.

I’ve heard the story in detail, but when I can’t come to a clear conclusion.

“I’ll interview you. I’m an orphan with no social status. Somehow, I stole someone else’s identity and debuted in the entertainment industry… … That’s it.”

“Hey… … Hey, hey… … ! What are you… … talking about?”

Even though Beomseok was trying to stop her, he gave the woman the answer she wanted.

But now, the lady’s face is getting stranger, her face.

Then, finally, an unexpected sound came out of the woman’s mouth.

“Were you alone from the beginning?”

“yes?”

“The reason he stole someone else’s son’s identity was because he was an orphan. He had no identity, right? Honestly, I didn’t understand it either. What is this? My son’s identity is like a king in a movie, and you want to steal it… … It’s not like that. I didn’t understand why he stole it. I understood that because I heard it from the person himself. This time, I’m curious. Was he always alone from the beginning… … How did he become an orphan?”

I could have just answered, but that didn’t work so I asked back this time.

“Why are you curious about that?”

Again, this lady explains it one by one.

Is this also a rational style?

Or are adults inherently rational?

“When I searched on YouTube, it looked so flashy and exciting. It made me feel really bad. What are they doing with my son’s name? It felt like they were taking my son’s life away. But when I saw it today, it looked so lonely.”

I opened my mouth to say something… …and then started answering.

“They say my mother ran away after giving birth to me. So I don’t know. They say it’s maternal love, but what is that? That’s why I envied the dead Lee Dong-ha. My father was there. But… … Later, it turned out that he thought I was dead and searched for me for a long time. All over the country. I heard that he tried to comfort himself with alcohol and died from alcoholism.”

It’s true.

Without a single lie.

The complete truth, except for the word “time slip” and the lack of explanation.

This is my first time doing something like this, so it feels unfamiliar.

Because up until now my coming out has been all or nothing.

Tell me everything.

Or hide the truth.

“… … Appearances aren’t everything. You too.”

“Yeah. Well. Sometimes I wonder if I have a mental illness.”

This is also true.

So, I guess that’s why I’m even more obsessed with music and the people around me.

“Thank you for being honest with me. It must have been hard to bring it up. It’s not… … refreshing, but it’s enough to convince me.”

“Yes. What… … .”

“Is that how you usually say it?”

“yes?”

Wondering what was going on, I looked at the woman and saw a faint whirlwind of emotions on her face, which had previously looked like a black and white mess.

‘Sympathy… Is it the same thing?’

Well, that’s true.

That’s because I don’t say anything, but if I bring it up, it’s a story you can’t listen to without crying.

There is no one in the world who doesn’t have a story, but I am confident that at least there is a story that you will never miss no matter where you go.

The woman looked at Beomseok again and asked,

“Why did you allow me to use your son’s name?”

Beomseok seemed to have noticed something.

It may be because our strategy to hide the truth as much as possible has already gone down the drain a long time ago.

“Our Dong-ha. It’s so unfair that he died without anyone knowing.”

“… … .”

“He was our most beautiful son in the world. The world doesn’t know. How good a son our son was, and how wonderful a person he was. To be honest, they’re not that different. Our son and this guy. But I was greedy. I thought that if it was this guy, the whole world would shout out our dead son’s name.”

in the end.

The woman put down her empty coffee cup and stood up.

“You don’t have to do an interview.”

“yes?”

“And. If by any chance… … there’s a chance that I’ll be performing around here. Then please invite me. I’m also… … curious. Even just the name. The sound of people chanting my son’s name.”

* * *

I stared blankly at the entrance of the coffee shop where the lady had left for a long time.

A look of sympathy.

Is that right?

No, it was definitely a little different.

As I said before, when I was young, my mom wasn’t around and my dad was often out of the house working.

I developed a habit of quickly catching the gaze of people around me.

So I thought the look in the eyes of the lady passing by was sympathetic.

I don’t think so.

different.

I rarely feel sympathetic looks now, but when I was younger I felt it quite often.

My friends’ mothers.

School teachers.

At the sports day.

All those times when your parents participate in school events.

It took me quite some time to decipher the look the lady was giving me.

Motherly love… …is it.

A little bit of maternal love from a mother to a child of another person who does not know mother’s milk.

“Fuck… … . Other people’s moms look at me like that too.”

As I started to swear, Beomseok patted my back as if he understood.

Rockstar Again Episode 147