Rockstar Again - Chapter 67



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Episode 67. A Man Called A (5)

“Blue porcelain, right? I’ll move.”

We moved with the staff’s guidance and stood behind the stage.

This is what I felt when I was chosen.

Standing right before the stage, here is something… … It feels like inside my mother’s womb.

The exit that those who were struggling to enter the world finally reached after a long period of suffering.

I want to go out into the world, but I’m scared and nervous.

But there is still hope.

Perhaps, if you remember the moment of the beginning, it would feel similar to now?

Gulp―.

I can hear someone swallowing dry saliva.

Youngpil is my older brother.

Even though their faces are completely hidden, it’s nice that the members are all different sizes.

People who know each other don’t confuse each other.

Taeju hyung is slim and about a hand shorter than me.

The tallest and longest person is Youngpil.

Dongsik hyung is similar in height to Taeju hyung, but he is taller on the sides, making him easy to distinguish.

I looked at my brothers carefully.

“There’s only us. Let’s take it off for a bit. Ugh, it’s stuffy.”

“… … .”

“Phew… … .”

“… … .”

What should I say to the brothers who take off their masks and sunglasses at my words and the brothers who are waiting quietly behind the stage?

Well, a corner of my heart feels prickly.

I came back with great difficulty, and strangely enough… I feel like I’m starting over.

“Why did you stop me earlier? I should have hit you once.”

Instead of answering what I said, Dong-sik gives me a fatherly smile.

“What’s with that expression? I’m good at fighting.”

“Yeah, yeah. But would it be okay for a guitarist to use his fists before a show? What if he hurts his hand?”

“Right? So that’s why you said no?”

“huh.”

For a moment, I thought back to what happened earlier.

Even if you say it was just a little while ago, it hasn’t even been 30 minutes.

It’s annoying that the situation ended so bluntly.

In a rock band competition, the last time out is decorated by people who have no sense of rock spirit.

But since I’m the leader, I need to calm down and say something to my hyungs.

It seems like Youngpil is getting nervous again.

“Anyway. Whatever it is, it’s our first public broadcast.”

“This isn’t over-the-air. It’s cable.”

“… … Brother Piri. You seemed nervous, but are you okay? Were you the first to notice the trap I set?”

“Was it a trap?”

“of course.”

It’s obvious from the look in his eyes that he’s not satisfied, so what can I do?

Here and now, I am the law.

That’s the kind of position a rock band leader has.

I opened my mouth again, looking at my brothers carefully.

“Do you know why we came here?”

“uh.”

Taeju Hyung answers as if he is representing everyone.

“Everyone is lacking. My hyungs will know better than me that I am not recruiting them by creating standards that do not exist. I still have the powerful 22-year-old Kim Dong-sik. Hong Young-pil, who had a great sense of rhythm and could play any instrument. Yoon Tae-joo, who transformed from a top 3 guitarist to an unrivaled bassist.”

“… … .”

“The hyungs have practiced enough. If we do more, our bodies will just get tired. The smell of paste is starting to permeate the practice room. Are you going to give up just because it’s not possible? That’s not right, right?”

“hmm.”

“Slowly. There was a way to take your time and regain your original skills. There was also a way to make a mess of it and debut from the beginning. But I didn’t like either of them.”

Members with an average age of just under fifty-three who are concentrating on what I am saying.

“It’s called the beginning of a legend, but I don’t want to have a sound that’s been mechanically applied because of a lack of skill. But if we take it slow, one of the hyungs might get old and die. Oh, and by the way, are you getting regular health checkups? You shouldn’t get sick.”

“… … .”

Phusssuk— I thought I heard the sound of air escaping from somewhere. I also saw my brothers’ shoulders shrink in real time.

But that’s not what I really want to say.

“But let’s go up on stage and remember this one thing. That the hyungs finished it off back in the day.”

“… … .”

“I just feel like I’m lacking because of the hyungs who finished me off. So have confidence. Even now, you can beat up kids like A-Fly. And immerse yourself. Feel it. Enjoy it. Let go of your mind. Raise your senses. Seeing is believing, and practicing a hundred times is better than practicing once.”

“Oh, but Dong-ha. Those guys are kids… … They’re older than you. The vocalist you had trouble with was probably 24 years old, right?”

When I looked at him with a critical look, Youngpil quickly avoided my gaze.

I know about Hwanhon and A-Fly. It would be nice to know a lot.

Still, I think I’m starting to feel more confident.

And again, it seems like I can hear the sound of wind filling up the room.

The older brothers who had been hunched over are growing up little by little.

Try to recover like that.

I wonder if I can recover… … Honestly, I don’t know.

I don’t know what effect turning 50 has on a person.

How would you know if you haven’t experienced it?

But I know roughly in my head that in fields that utilize physical abilities, the prime of life is between the 20s and 30s.

Music is physical, and playing requires even more physicality. After that, it’s just a matter of holding on with experience.

But I believe.

If the god of music sent me here, I think I can get my hyungs’ skills back.

So we will fly together.

“Let’s go full throttle.”

“Fraxel?”

Dong-sik, who has been visiting the dermatologist frequently recently to take care of his appearance, said something out of the blue again, but I pretended not to hear him.

“Go now. It’s better if everyone is covered.”

At my words, my brothers slowly put their masks back on and put their sunglasses back on.

Then, as if he had been waiting, a staff member suddenly popped out.

“Blue Porcelain, right? You can go up now. We’ve set it to the value you told us in advance, so we’ll give you 5 minutes to set up the stage. If you need more, raise your hand and tell the on-site staff.”

We headed up to the stage at the signal from someone who seemed to be a staff member.

“Let’s show the Rockskin Band how much hell our back time is.”

Just like that time 31 years ago.

* * *

After the six teams finished their performances, FD Na Tae-pyeong looked at the audience, who were still not paying attention, and was lost in deep thought.

‘Is this right?’

Regardless of what FD means in English. No, FD is just like the English word floor director, a kind of action captain in charge of directing the field.

The main PD usually stands in front of the control room or monitor and carries out orders given by the main PD.

Their primary role is to split orders and distribute them to the appropriate people in charge, but more importantly, they control the field.

Controlling the scene in a public broadcast is no different.

They also play a role in controlling and coordinating any unexpected stage invasions or fan noise, as well as raising the mood on site.

So it was a bit more difficult.

I thought it would be easy because it was a specific genre and rock fans would flock to it.

Na Tae-pyeong went around the audience seats and appealed to each and every one of them.

“Clap a little more. Okay? Please.”

“Yeah.”

Children hanging on the control line and answering helplessly.

I can’t really criticize it, but it’s also frustrating. First of all, it’s a misjudgment. Since they raffled off tickets like a regular public broadcast, most of the fans are idol fans, not rock fans. Today, it looks like more than 80% of the fans are A-Fly fans.

Even though the rock genre itself is a minor genre and the number of fans is smaller than that of regular idols, a fandom is a fandom.

The average rock fan can’t keep up with their dynamism.

As the show progresses and becomes more of a hot topic, the story may change, but perhaps because it is the first recording, the ratio is too extreme.

It is true that you can insert applause as much as you want on a broadcast, but it really lacks the sense of presence.

“Ha… … But that doesn’t mean I can just cut them off next time.”

It is understandable why PD Ahn Chi-seop went out of his way to recruit current idol bands and put one team in each group.

The presence of an active idol band is essential to supplement the basic firepower in the wasteland of rock. Without them, the audience might have been sparse and empty.

Why on earth did PD Ahn Chi-seop plan a rock band competition, and where and what kind of inspiration did he get from it?

“It won’t be ruined, but still… … .”

The explosive buzz from last summer has gone down the drain.

It’s obvious that this will end up as a fight between idol bands and their fandoms.

So, an idol band would have participated.

It’s good to add an image of being skilled by winning a contest.

“Ah. But if you’re not the PD, then I wouldn’t know… … .”

Now that I’ve reached the level of a master at making spicy food, I don’t know what kind of editing I’ll do to bring out the spiciness.

Na Tae-pyeong shook his head and shook off his complicated feelings. At the scene, FD must use his body before his head.

“Please cheer me on a little more. Really, please.”

And there were three female students looking at the lazy FD with indifferent expressions.

* * *

“That guy is having a hard time.”

Nam Bo-mi rested her chin on her friend Ha-eun’s shoulder and let out a long yawn.

“But what can I do if it’s not good?”

When Park Ha-eun responds, both people’s gazes turn to Park Min-jae.

Park Min-jae pointed his finger toward his nostrils.

“Oh my… … It’s so embarrassing, really… … .”

“It’s not dirty. If you take a bath and wash your face every day, are you a dirty person? No, right? Nothing comes out. Look.”

“Are you crazy? Get out of my way.”

“Don’t be so hard on Minjae. Today is Minjae’s day. Right?”

Then, when Lee Yu-jin lightly put a headlock on him again, Park Min-jae lowered his upper body as if he couldn’t win.

Lee Yu-jin burst into laughter as she watched Park Min-jae being put in a headlock.

“good?”

“Huh? Uh… … Okay… … .”

“Ouch… …! That’s so gross, what should I do?”

“Eugene, let go of my arm quickly. You’ll get sick.”

Park Ha-eun and Nam Bo-mi were terrified, but the sound did not reach Park Min-jae’s ears.

Is it because your ears are blocked by the shallow Lee Yujin’s arm?

no.

Lee Yu-jin is not a martial artist, and he can’t block the air medium to that extent.

“Ugh. Not me, but the show. Do you like seeing your favorite rock band?”

“Huh? Ah… … Huh.”

“Eww! Look at that guy’s expression! He looks like a pervert! His nostrils are flaring again!”

Nam Bo-mi shouted again, but Lee Yu-jin only smiled and did not release his hand from around Park Min-jae’s neck.

“Minjae is one of our families too. We’re just friends, so what?”

“Is that the kind of expression a friend would make to a friend?”

Normally, when you’re running around making noise like this, people around you would notice, but there’s nothing like that.

This performance also means that it is not her older brothers’ stage.

“What are these?”

“Why did you cover everything?”

“When is the enemy concept… … .”

Leaving behind the commotion in the audience, veteran contestant Ha Ji-seok took the microphone.

“Yes. The band that will be competing this time is Blue Porcelain. Their history is… not that great. Haha. They have recently been gaining attention in the indie scene for their unique concept of completely hiding their identity and their outstanding skills. There’s another thing that’s unique about this band. They didn’t do their activities in Hongdae or Itaewon, but in Misari. Isn’t that unique? And they signed a contract with Cheong-A Entertainment a while ago… .”

Since this is a band that many people don’t know about, the explanation is long.

If we don’t explain where and how the band was active, and who the people are, not only the audience but also the viewers who will see them on the broadcast later will only have questions.

In fact, most of the bands that came before were like this.

“Blue porcelain?”

“Cheong-ah-myeon is major, right? But why is the concept like that?”

Park Min-jae lifts his head from his headlock at the words of his friends. Four men in suits with their faces covered by sunglasses and masks enter.

Even if you reveal your face, you wouldn’t know who it is, so why cover it up?

Most people in the audience thought the same thing.

Jiiing―.

Park Min-jae habitually took out his cell phone that was in his arms when it started vibrating.

This is a SNS notification.

I was about to cover up the sign that the account of the person I was following had been updated, but then I saw the familiar name of the account owner and touched it.

Is it a cocktail or a drink?

Lee Dong-ha is smiling brightly while holding something similar to a wine glass containing sky-blue liquid.

The text and tags underneath.

[Second day in Kota Kinabalu. #Moving #In #Kota Kinabalu.]

“Huh? Dong-ha oppa, you uploaded it again? What’s going on? Is it Kota Kinabalu or something? It must be really nice there.”

Park Ha-eun looked at Park Min-jae’s cell phone and smiled brightly.

MC Ha Ji-seok’s comments continue.

“Ah. This band is really special. They didn’t just cover their faces. They covered everything. Their stage names are… … A, B, C, and D. That’s amazing… … ! Who is A?”

Then the man in front of the microphone glanced at the members and raised his hand.

“Ah! The main vocalist is A, everyone. I just saw that they haven’t decided among themselves who is A and who is B. Anyway, the person who raised their hand is A! Then who is B?”

While listening to Ha Ji-seok’s fantastic hosting skills that somehow managed to save this absurd situation, Park Min-jae took his eyes off his phone and looked straight ahead again.

A strange sense of foreboding comes from the man in front of the microphone, who is carrying a guitar and lightly shaking his hands.

Crucially, he resembles someone who strangely looks like he’s not doing anything special.

Rockstar Again Episode 68