Rockstar Again - Chapter 147



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Episode 147. Surfin’ USA (5)

I stared blankly at the yellow dog lying on the hotel bed.

Our Beomseok… … poor kid.

I’m pitiful, but you’re also pitiful.

In a way, from the time we became friends to meeting again after 30 years.

It seems like everything was fate.

From the moment we met to fill each other’s empty spaces.

Beomseok or Nana.

He even resembles her in that he was originally an orphan and his family disappeared.

“Still… … That lady seemed like a nice person.”

Beomseok, who had been lying face down, turns around and looks at the ceiling and responds.

“He was a good person.”

“Is it past tense?”

“That’s right. Since we’ve already broken up, why would I think positively about it? If I keep thinking positively about the person who left, I’ll only end up feeling bad and regretful.”

“Is that so?”

“Of course. I know she’s objectively a good person. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have any flaws. Anyway, it’s true that she’s stubborn. We fought a lot because of that. She was someone who wouldn’t bend. I try my best not to think about that woman, and even if I do, I always try to think about the bad days more.”

shit.

I completely understood what Nureongi was saying.

I did that.

I tried to live my life thinking that my mother was someone who did not exist to me in the first place, so I should not even think about her.

Even when I thought about it, I kept thinking of the woman who abandoned me.

As the yellow horse said, that was the only way my present wouldn’t be miserable.

So really… … it seems like it’s almost the first time since I was born… … I mentioned the existence of a mother.

“My mother said. How old would she be now?”

Then, Nureongi raises his body by putting his arm on it.

“… … .”

“What are you looking at? Are you unlucky?”

“You… … have grown a bit? It seems like you’re still lost, though.”

“Shut up, X-shin-ah. Don’t act like you’re an adult just because your hair is brown.”

“I’m an adult. And now, even if you attack with your head, it won’t hurt much. What’s the point of doing anything since you’re already hurt?”

“You’ve grown a lot too, haven’t you?”

“crazy.”

We laughed a little without any reason.

And then Beomseok stares at me again and continues speaking.

“Um… … By now… … you must be at least seventy years old, right?”

“He might be dead.”

“What do you mean, he might have died? You should say, he might have passed away.”

“I should be so grateful if you can just tell the person who abandoned me that she is my mother.”

He spoke as if he was complaining and then fell into thought for a moment.

Because I’m smart.

I remember a lot of things from my childhood, and for a long time.

Until I was about six or seven years old, I used to fantasize every time I slept.

In my imagination, I am holding two people’s hands.

In reality, I just walked while holding my father’s hand.

That’s because I was so envious of the children who walked while holding the hands of their mother and father.

– I ran away to avoid Dad’s eyes. You… … and I came to find our son Dong-ha. Let’s run far away like this.

The mother in my imagination was the daughter of a wealthy family.

―Dramas have become trivial now. In the end, I realized that what was important was not my success or popularity, but my family. It may be late, but can you accept it?

Also, my mother was a very famous actress.

-I had an accident and lost my memory… …. I finally came back after regaining my memory.

Sometimes she was a tragic heroine who suffered from amnesia.

Then one day, I suddenly stopped imagining.

I think I realized that no matter how much I imagined it, it was something that could never come true.

“What are you thinking about?”

Beomseok’s voice is heard softly.

“Lee Dong-ha, who used to imagine his mother as a child.”

“Ha… … Really. This leaves me speechless.”

“Right? Don’t you feel bad for me? You piece of shit. I’ve never seen my mom before, so I’ve been living my life imagining things.”

Beomseok just pounded the poor pillow with his fist.

It seems like you’re getting angry on my behalf.

So, I just tried to laugh it off and brought up a different story.

“Hey, but you know what? I think the second album will be really good.”

“What are you talking about, all of a sudden?”

“The company asked if I could release the second album sooner. Originally, creation is about expressing emotions into music, right? What are emotions? It starts with feeling something, right? I feel a lot more these days than when I was preparing the first album. So I think the second album will come out faster.”

I said it to make you laugh, but it’s true.

A guy named Chief Gil Min-seok is urging me to hurry up and release my second album… … .

I think the second album will be released sooner than expected.

What I mean is… … it seems like there won’t be any problems in making the album… … .

What’s the problem?

Instead, all kinds of music pour out of my head.

‘They are gloomy songs, but… … they are songs after all.’

* * *

“Director? What are you doing there… … .”

Gu Seol-ryeong urgently brought one finger to her lips at the sound of Hong Seon-ah’s voice coming from behind her.

“Shhh… … !”

“?”

The only good thing is that Hong Seon-ah, regardless of whether she is aware of it or not, follows what Gu Se-ryeong says.

The fact is that you are only expressing doubt with your eyes.

His eyes were full of doubt as to what he was doing there.

The old man waved his hand and chased Hong Seon-ah down the hallway to his room.

“Can I ask you something now? Why were you doing that in front of Dong-ha’s room?”

“what?”

“I saw it all. You were holding your ear up to the front of the room like this? Like you were eavesdropping on a conversation?”

“No, why would I eavesdrop?”

“You were eavesdropping? But if you do that, can you hear me?”

“To what extent?”

“You heard that. Right?”

At Hong Seon-ah’s words, a look of embarrassment appeared on Gu Se-ryeong’s face.

Actually, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop from the beginning… …I just went there to comfort you in case you were feeling down.

Because I overheard their conversation at the coffee shop.

But that wasn’t eavesdropping.

In the first place, I went with you just in case you couldn’t convince me. It was natural for you to listen.

If the conversation was blocked, Cheong-A Entertainment would have tried everything, whether it was legal threats or financial persuasion.

Anyway, because of that, I discovered again the similarities between myself and Idoha.

A motherless child.

‘So you were attracted to it… …?’

I glanced back for no reason, but there was no way he could be seen.

Anyway, I saw a big hole in the moving part.

I feel both empathy and pain.

I wanted to hug you just once… … I even felt a kind of maternal love.

But it was difficult to hug her… … . I mustered up my courage and made a promise to myself that I would comfort her once tomorrow.

* * *

The next morning.

Among the five American-bound passengers gathered at the hotel restaurant for breakfast.

The old man smiled kindly at the world as he watched Idongha.

“good morning?”

This is a build-up to the consolation that will come later.

I want to comfort you, but you don’t have a mother, and I don’t have one either. It can’t be like, “Evelbari, no mother, no problem,” right?

But Lee Dong-ha made a strange sound with a sullen face.

“It’s soup.”

“… … What do you mean, Dong-ha?”

“I asked what the soup was, so I answered. This isn’t a soup, it’s a soup. Don’t you know the joke?”

“… … Oh my, what should I do… … You will never be able to appear on a real variety show… … .”

“What are you talking about, I’m such a funny person.”

As he was about to say something in response, Gu Seol-ryeong took a deep breath.

“Hoo… … Then good morning, my Dong-ha. Is that okay?”

“Did you eat rat poison? Why are you like this so early in the morning, you disgusting person?”

“… … Heh heh… … What does that mean? Are you saying hello?”

“What’s the greeting? You’ve been so sticky since morning. It reminds me of that time.”

“Then? When?”

At the words of the Savior, Lee Dong-ha puts the food he received into his mouth without even looking at the face.

“Yes, the day I tickled your butt. Thinking about it makes me want to hit you again, so I’m holding back.”

“… … .”

“You’re laughing again. It’s making me mad.”

At Lee Dong-ha’s words, the corners of Gu Se-ryeong’s mouth begin to tremble.

This guy… I really don’t know how to deal with him.

All men in the world are desperate to look good in front of others.

Even if there is a big age difference, isn’t this a bit much?

‘No. If they were little kids, they wouldn’t be able to do this in front of me, right?’

Whether the Savior thinks so or not, if he grumbles, he’ll just move.

I guess I worried for nothing.

But just in case, Gu Seol-ryeong asked to at least change the mood.

“I have to go back to Korea tomorrow. Should I go sightseeing? Or go shopping? Should I give you a card?”

“Okay. I’ll just stay inside and write songs.”

“……okay…….”

I feel like I’m constantly… … being stopped.

No, it’s not because of my mood, but I keep saying it. When I’m dealing with this guy.

* * *

Anyway, the Savior doesn’t have any sense.

I feel the same way when I look at the East Sea, when I look at the Savior.

Characteristics of successful people.

There is no reason to be conscious of others’ feelings, and there are so many flatterers around me that I am gradually losing my tact.

So, the country should also continue to provide education.

anyway.

It is not simply that I went against the grain of the Savior’s words in order to educate the Savior.

People say I’m a country overflowing with creative inspiration, but that doesn’t mean I live in constant inspiration to the point where 24 hours a day is not enough.

When inspiration strikes, you have to take action.

And for me, that’s today.

I picked up a piece of paper and pen inside my hotel room and began to diligently write down the music in my head.

In an instant, the staff becomes full.

Gloomy… … It’s full of songs.

So that’s why.

The bean sprouts falling on the staff look like traces of tears.

Creators don’t cry with their eyes, that’s it.

Crying with your fingers.

I wrote down sad songs while giggling to myself for no reason.

The first album had a slightly disorganized theme.

The second album has a pretty clear theme.

I don’t usually make albums with that intention, but I think it’s ultimately a matter of circumstances.

In the case of the first album, I went on a time travel, met each of my hyungs while making songs, and even went through an idol audition called Naeppodol, so all sorts of experiences poured out in a short period of time.

The songs in the album also had a great vibe.

The feeling of struggling to get his brothers back remains strong, and the overall mood of the song is dominated by rhythmic music.

But the second album will probably be… …quite depressing.

First of all, the first song that the company emphasized as being included in the second album (currently in the hands of Director Gil Min-seok) is the very definition of depression.

‘I miss my uncle too.’

And so another song pops out.

This is something that comes to mind when I write songs.

I think I’ll meet my uncle.

I don’t know when that will be, but maybe… … definitely.

A woman called a mother is… well…

Honestly, even if I met her while she was alive, I don’t think I would feel like she was my mother.

Isn’t that a hunchbacked old lady?

I don’t really feel like meeting you.

I’m curious, but being curious doesn’t mean I want to experience everything.

anyway.

I finished five songs in just one day.

Because of Suchan hyung who bragged about it without any shame, a man named Gil Min-seok, the head of the headquarters, came to the airport in person.

“Hahahaha! As expected! Dong-ha! I believed in you!”

Just like madmen from a martial arts novel, they burst into laughter as if the airport was going to leave.

I wonder if the character wasn’t originally like that.

Brother Suchan or sister Hong Seon-ah.

Even the old man looks at the strange man with a shocked expression.

“Why are you like this? You’re a weird old man. Seriously, I want to be friends with some decent people now, but how come it’s only people like this… …?”

“I got the sheet music! I can’t just sit still at work after seeing those sheet music and my mouth is watering! Hahaha!”

Oh really.

I guess that’s my fate now… … and I’m letting it go little by little.

What kind of fortune do you have?

Well, that’s obvious.

The people who gather around you are all crazy people who are missing a few screws or are in bad shape.

He must have died mysteriously after being kicked out at the airport.

“I’m sorry for meeting you for the first time, but please shut up and go to work.”

I left the airport at a brisk pace, as if I was alert, while maintaining my posture so that I would not look unsightly in the photo as much as possible.

Rockstar Again Episode 148