Rockstar Again - Chapter 57



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Episode 57. Wipe, tighten, and oil (3)

thursday.

An Chi-seop, who had an unexpectedly successful summer and made a splendid comeback as the general manager of the music show Music Tank, quickly walked to stand in front of the president’s office door.

As always, the secretarial staff are cold.

“Are you inside?”

“Yes. Please wait a moment and I will tell you.”

I don’t think they pick secretarial staff based on their looks, but they’re all pretty.

“Oh, I’m having a private meeting with the boss?”

Even though An Chi-seop muttered as if he was talking to himself, Im Mi-ri didn’t even glance at him.

While the queen of the secretary’s office, Im Mi-ri, was reporting to the president’s office.

After lightly touching up my clothes and fixing my hair that was a bit messy from running around.

An Chi-seop entered the president’s office.

“Thank you for your time, sir.”

“Oh my, why are you saying such humble things? Sit down. Our star has something important to say, so you have to make time for him.”

Last summer, after became a huge hit and the president of our headquarters visited, he started speaking informally to me and calling me this all the time.

Just because the CEO is friendly to him, and just because Ahn Chi-seop is a successful PD, it doesn’t mean he can easily meet the CEO of the broadcasting station alone. However, he is a PD who has made a big hit and the addiction hasn’t worn off yet. So he can ask for an exclusive meeting.

An Chi-seop did that.

As An Chi-seop carefully sat down, Yang Hong-su took a sip of his coffee cup.

“No, Star. What’s wrong? I was a little surprised that you wanted to have a private conversation.”

“Yes. Ah… … No. Haha, thanks to your concern… … Nothing much happened.”

“Yes. Thanks to our An Star, I can always live with my back straight. Originally, I wasn’t really interested in broadcasting. But as I do this, it’s fun. Somehow… … I feel like I’m getting younger.”

My back was originally straight.

He doesn’t really stay at the broadcasting station because he’s playing golf. As he knows, he’s never been interested in broadcasting in his life, but he remembers being scratched by the president of another broadcasting station on the golf course and giving strength to his pick. If it weren’t for Lee Dong-ha who suddenly appeared at that time, Ahn Chi-seop would have quit his job by now and been applying for production companies.

Of course, Ahn Chi-seop thought to himself and said, “You are exaggerating your compliments,” showing social humility.

After a few exchanges of conventional greetings, Ahn Chi-seop stepped on the accelerator without warning.

“I want to try a rock band competition.”

“Rock band?”

“yes.”

An Chi-seop focused his eyes firmly and fired a look full of confidence at Yang Hong-su.

The truth is that when it comes to broadcasting, no one knows whether it will succeed or fail before they start.

So it is even more difficult for the PD to be confident.

So, broadcasting stations generally pursue stability rather than unreasonable planning.

A familiar format.

Even if it fails, it’s a plan to do the basics.

A show that costs less to produce.

Something like that.

There was a clear reason why Ahn Chi-seop chose to meet privately with President Yang Hong-su instead of the director or headquarters chief.

Even if Ahn Chi-seop had blown it up with a single blow, there was a high chance that it would have been cut if it had been reported to the official line.

Music auditions that require investment in sound inevitably cost a lot of money to produce.

Rock band auditions and competitions tell the story.

If it fails, it will fail to the point where you won’t even know where the basement is.

Typically, the highs are lower and the lows are lower.

however.

‘This guy doesn’t know anything about broadcasting.’

An Chi-seop stared at Yang Hong-su with confidence.

Anyone who knows about broadcasting would probably cancel this plan out of the blue, but this person would say okay.

Because I don’t know.

However, Yang Hong-su, who I had trusted so much, gave an unexpected answer.

“A rock band… is that right? Thanks to that group, there was a slight boom in rock music, right? So there was a broadcast launched on Musicnet a while ago?”

“Ah… … Yes. I think that was the case… … .”

“You didn’t know?”

“I… knew that.”

Like the old man mascot standing in front of a fast food restaurant, a faint but strong energy is felt from the gentleman’s eyes who were half-asleep.

Even though he was demoted, he felt like he was someone who had been working at the headquarters, and at that moment, Ahn Chi-seop felt sweat running down his back.

Yang Hong-su continued speaking slowly.

“I think it was called ‘Rocker Trip’. They launched a program where they brought together a few rock musicians to make music and travel. It ended early after 4 episodes due to low viewership ratings, right?”

“Yes… … Actually, it was stable because it was a familiar format with a little bit of rock seasoning on it… … But these days, viewers aren’t always responding to stable tastes… … .”

Yang Hong-soo cut off Ahn Chi-seop, who was rambling on and on, not knowing that an attack would come in this way.

“Are you sure?”

“……yes?”

“Are you sure?”

“Ah… … Yes. There is.”

“Then try it.”

“yes……?”

It’s a pattern that I don’t understand.

If you were going to say okay, you could have just done it, but if you were talking like you are now, you should have said cancel in the flow of things.

Speaking of bad examples, what should I do right away?

President Yang Hong-soo, who should have been holding a fried chicken, smiled wryly while holding a teacup instead of the fried chicken.

“He was just at the headquarters, and then one day he came here as a parachute. What do I know? Rumors travel fast everywhere, so I know that people are saying that he wasn’t just a parachute, but a demotion. Even though I’m old, I still have ears.”

An Chi-seop felt a chill as he watched Yang Hong-su reveal his hidden feelings in a comfortable voice as if he was talking to his grandchild.

Should I say that this is the first time I’ve seen the true face of CEO Yang Hong-soo?

So, as I remained silent, unable to find anything to say, President Yang Hong-soo continued speaking.

“Our chairman. It’s a knife. It’s a very sharp knife. He said that once he cuts you, you won’t look back. He had a connection with the former chairman, so he ended up getting demoted. In fact, he was telling me to leave, but I held on. But how many years have you come looking for me?”

“… … .”

“Thanks to you.”

“ah…….”

“Don’t worry, I’m not asking you to call the chairman again. I’m not that stupid. I’m just trusting you this once because I’m grateful to you. Just go ahead and take note of that. I’ll tell the director, so if you need any support, ask for it confidently.”

“thank you.”

After An Chi-seop greeted everyone from his seat, he left the president’s office and walked quickly.

and.

“Ohana! Why are you answering the phone so late?”

-Why are you saying that all of a sudden!

Ohana is a writer and a fanboy who was blackened by Park Bong-i.

Maybe it’s because I’m so full, but I’m not very quiet.

“Okay, now that it’s been decided, go ahead and recruit the agency properly. Bring the list of indie artists to my room right now.”

-I’m busy. I can’t do it right now.

“what?

-Why? Are you the only one who’s busy? I’m busy too. PDs just need to give orders, but we have to run around and make contacts for external agencies.

“… … .”

-If you need it, PD-nim, come to my seat and get it for me.

An Chi-seop paused for a moment, holding his cell phone as it disconnected with a “beep-beep.”

“What the hell. Your head is too big.”

no.

That’s because I’m ugly.

“Ha… … Well, I guess it’s hard for the kids because they’re called writers and given only a pittance of money while being made to do all kinds of odd jobs.”

That’s true to some extent, but the bigger reason is that Producer Ahn Chi-seop is ugly.

One of the reasons why many writers in the entertainment department, including Ohana, endure low wages and overtime work is because this is a broadcasting station. It is a place where you can easily see so-called face geniuses.

Of course, when dealing with such people, there are no angels like angels.

An Chi-seop hesitated for a moment in front of the wall of truth.

Sometimes there are truths that you just want to pretend not to know.

At that moment, Ahn Chi-seop looked at the place where the queen bee of the secretary’s office, Im Mi-ri, was, hearing laughter from the other end.

A smile spread across Im Miri’s cold and haughty face.

In front of Im Miri, there is a new employee who recently joined the drama department…

Why did you come all the way to the CEO’s office as a new employee…?

“Im Mi-ri is laughing… … That kid must have a great way with words.”

Although Ahn Chi-seop tried hard to ignore the truth.

no.

Im Miri originally smiles a lot. Except for some people.

“… … Let’s do some work.”

An Chi-seop started walking again.

* * *

While my brothers are locked in the basement practice room, I’m just playing around with my phone next to them.

“Do this… … or stop?”

“what?”

Dongsik seemed to be trying to rest while talking to him for no reason, so instead of answering, he slightly shook his head.

Then he hits the drumsticks again with a gloomy face.

As the sound of drums filled the practice room, “Dungdung chachwak- dungdung chajwak-,” the sound of Youngpil fiddling with the synthesizer connected like a cacophony…

It’s really quite a sight.

Objectively, this is enough to put on a performance.

So, you can perform at Misari Heaven too.

But that’s it.

When I see the guys who seem to be finding their groove faster than I thought, but also seem to be marking time, I sometimes wonder if it was right to do a band audition like writer Ohana mentioned.

As someone who has auditioned once, I wonder if it is definitely beneficial.

This is especially true because the PD is Ahn Chi-seop.

Because he is a person who is good at editing people in a provocative way.

I felt like I had to drag my brothers into the pit of evil…

But in terms of motivation, it definitely seems like it would be effective.

“What are you so worried about?”

It’s Taeju hyung.

He looks at me as he plays his bass guitar with his legs crossed on the sofa, his usual seat.

“I wondered if it was right to drag my brothers into the pit of evil… ….”

“The band competition that writer Ohana mentioned yesterday?”

“… … You’re quick-witted.”

“I’ve been struggling ever since I met that person, but it’s harder not to know.”

“Anyway, it’s complicated. I wonder if it’s really necessary for me to go to another audition with my hyungs. I’m also worried that if we just keep practicing like this, my hyungs will get tired first. Honestly, I know that my hyungs aren’t practicing half-heartedly, but I feel bad for continuing to whip them… … .”

At my words, Tae-ju hyung taps the sofa next to him.

It means come closer and see.

I’ll give in because I’m Taejoo’s older brother.

It’s not because he’s a chaebol, it’s just… … After all, Tae-joo hyung is the leader to me.

As I sit down, Tae-joo hyung ruffles my hair.

“Don’t overthink it. What did I say? A leader is someone who makes decisions? And just because you’re a leader doesn’t mean you always go the right way.”

“It’s hard. Do you want to be the leader again?”

Tae-joo, who laughed at my words, said calmly.

“I love every moment I have with you?”

“… … Why is this happening? Are you spewing out female hormones again?”

“Do you know why it’s good?”

“Oh, twenty questions again.”

“I wanted to do it but couldn’t, so I’m happy about it. I can do things I gave up and lived without regrets. Practice and the performance at Misari.”

“Ugh… … I’m done with old farts.”

As I tried to hide my embarrassment, Taeju hyung gestured to the two hyungs who were practicing.

“They do that too.”

“… … .”

“It seems like we’re worried that we might fail or get hurt by malicious comments if we go to an audition. You don’t have to be like that. They don’t get hurt by things like that. It’s the same for me and for them, and it’s us who get hurt the most.”

“?”

I looked at Tae-joo hyung, who seemed to be swallowing his words for a moment… … .

“It hurts now that we’re not living up to your expectations. Why did we let go of this good thing? Why did our fingers grow old? Why did our senses become dull? Things like that. So if you want to drive us to our limits, then drive us. If you think you can do anything to help us regain our skills, then do it. I’ll do it.”