Rockstar Again - Chapter 89



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Episode 89. What men live by (6)

Until a little while ago, I thought I would give in.

For my brothers.

I also wanted to show Yeongpil what kind of person he is.

But that wasn’t it.

The old saying that seeing is believing is not as good as hearing a hundred times.

Knowing things superficially is better than experiencing them for real.

Now that I’m stuck in a corner, I understand.

Hold on to your older brothers.

I want to make my brothers dream again.

Although my skills are below my standards, I promise to do my best to improve them and work with you.

I think I was thinking that way as I gathered my brothers together again.

I.

He said he was giving up a lot for his brothers.

‘It’s dark here.’

It’s not like the lights illuminating the stage don’t reach this far.

The highlight lighting is shining towards the center of the stage anyway.

At center stage, you learn things you didn’t know before.

The corner is darker than you think.

We continue to believe that the band is one and that we are one team.

Even though I shouted like that, it was my brothers who actually gave in, not me.

It’s not just lighting.

Even though I carried the stage a few times and showed my presence to them, the main camera caught the vocalist who was in the center of the stage.

It used to be me.

This time it’s Youngpil.

If I had revealed my identity, maybe it wouldn’t have happened.

Whatever the intention, I also realized it thanks to hiding my identity.

I felt a prickly sensation and found myself muttering to myself without realizing it.

“Show me the musician Hong Young-pil.”

* * *

Hong Young-pil, standing in front of the stand microphone, felt his eyes going dark.

I clearly made a promise and used enough mind control.

For some reason, Dong-ha shook it.

I was a little shaken, but the familiar jeers and contempt from people actually helped me gain composure.

I promised to set an example.

‘Dae-yoon and Eun-seon are here?’

I never said anything like that to you.

I was also seen off with a greeting of good luck.

But how and when did you come?

Hong Young-pil’s gaze scanned the audience, following the lights.

My heart is pounding.

Although Hong Young-pil pursued his dream late in life, his top priority is his family.

When he said he wanted to pursue his dream, if his wife had stopped him, he would have continued his life as a clown without a second thought.

My hope that my family in the audience won’t hear the boos and laughter from those around them only grows stronger.

I just want to pick out the occasional cheering voice and let it fill my ears.

The scattered composure shows no sign of returning.

Eventually, even these thoughts filled my head.

‘Somehow I got the mic… … .’

I glanced at Dong-ha, who was sitting in the corner.

He is smiling, whether he knows Hong Young-pil’s fluttering heart or not.

He seems like he just blurts out things without thinking, but he’s actually a very smart guy. But this time, I don’t know why.

Why did you shake people to the end?

That doesn’t mean I hate it.

There were so many bands like stars, and among so many bands, there must have been one or two frontmen who shouted out that they were one team.

‘There’s no one who would really give up their seat.’

The frontman of a band is the one who gets the spotlight.

So, no frontman who shouts “One Team” ever gives up his position.

The same was true for Guns N’ Roses, the band Hong Young-pil loves.

So even if you don’t understand, just be grateful.

All kinds of thoughts keep passing through my head.

Even when Blue Porcelain was stranded due to a traffic accident and a new band was formed to promote it, there was never a stage like this.

‘Because we were a band that had never performed on a proper stage before, let alone on a stage like this… ‘

Although he was unable to appear on a broadcast due to interference from TH Entertainment’s Choi Tae-ho, I don’t think the results would have been different even if he hadn’t interfered. Hong Young-pil is a person who knows how to objectively evaluate himself.

At that time, regardless of his playing or vocal skills, the song itself was bad.

Hong Young-pil could play any instrument, but he had no talent for composing. The members at the time were the same.

‘Come to think of it, I don’t know what the other two members were doing back then.’

I don’t have the same feelings when I think of the Blue Porcelain members, because we met for business and suffered through hardships before we could even become close.

The two members at that time cursed Hong Young-pil, saying that it was because of him that they failed, and Hong Young-pil also did not hesitate to make fun of that time in order to survive.

So, rather than a memory, it was more of a curiosity.

Since we went through hard times together, I hope they are doing well too.

Actually, that thought wasn’t the only one that suddenly occurred to me.

All kinds of random thoughts fill my head.

It was a time when I wore cheap night clothes and went around performing here and there.

There was a time when we played instruments in front of the karaoke machine as a live band at a karaoke bar.

With the money he earned, he lived an ordinary day eating fish cakes in front of a street food stall with his then girlfriend (now wife).

The joy I felt when my son, who is now the greatest treasure in the world, was born.

Even the fear of the future that was pushing endlessly behind the joy.

There were days when I ran around broadcasting stations until the soles of my sneakers were worn out to earn money.

The performance begins when the staff member next to the camera waves his hand.

The fact that the vocals won’t be there to start with brings great fear.

thud-!

Feeling his heart pounding, Hong Young-pil even had the illusion that his body was sinking below the stage.

I took off my sunglasses for no reason.

Instead, Hong Young-pil closed his eyes.

“I… I was crouching there. Imagining that day that would come someday.”

They say that before you die, the days of your life pass by like a film, and I guess today is that day.

“Even on cold days, all I could do was endure it. Imagine the sunshine I had never experienced.”

… … If not even that, today might be the day of feather transformation, facing the sunlight.

* * *

PD Ahn Chi-seop of took off his glasses while sitting in the control room and checking the monitor.

When I first heard that Hong Young-pil was going to sing, I wanted to run after Yoon Tae-joo and Lee Dong-gwan and stop them.

Of course, I stayed still because I was told to move to Yoon Tae-joo.

It means that emotionally, I was that annoyed.

The identity of the moving entity has not yet been revealed.

Since Hong Young-pil’s identity was revealed, people are mistaken in thinking that the entire Blue Porcelain band is comprised of older, skilled members.

There was even a ridiculous interpretation that the situation where Vocal A clashed with A.Fly was a scolding from a hidden talent who loved rock.

anyway.

The reason why Ahn Chi-seop was annoyed was clear.

The elimination of Blue Porcelain was visible.

The attention that is gathered through skill guarantees popularity, but ultimately, the viewers’ vote is done by core fans.

A major disaster occurred while a fandom was being formed for a new rock band with great potential.

In this round, Blue Porcelain will see a significant drop in fan votes.

Female fans in their teens and twenties are the main fan base that votes, but would they vote for someone who is old enough to be their father? No.

So, since they had to do a show of skill, they should have called Lee Dong-ha.

‘… … I was mistaken too.’

Kook- Kook.

An Chi-seop covered his eyes with his sleeve so that it wouldn’t show.

“… … What is this?”

I glanced to the side and saw that author Ohana was sobbing.

“Kkeu keu… … That’s right, I really lived hard. I won’t end up as a ghost of a broadcasting station either… … .”

“… … .”

As I see Ohana, a veteran writer, in the control room with me, the tears that were on my eyes disappear.

But the emotion hasn’t gone away.

To Ahn Chi-seop, this is something… …a situation that doesn’t make sense.

I’ve been on music shows so many times that it’s overwhelming.

Even more if you include music entertainment.

But among them, was it Ahn Chi-seop who shed tears?

I can confidently say no.

When we monitor the cameras capturing the audience, we see clearly divided reactions.

People who were moved to tears like Ahn Chi-seop.

On the other hand, there are people who just listen to it and think, “It’s good music.”

When Lee Dong-ha took the mic, the audience became one and went crazy. Now, it’s like Moses has descended.

The auditorium was split in half.

“Just grab the ones with good reactions, as much as possible.”

I was puzzled even while giving instructions.

Finally, the song ended.

Some of the audience members applaud heartily.

The rest of the audience?

They also applaud, but only ceremonially.

‘weird.’

As I glanced at the monitors reflecting the audience several times, something suddenly crossed my mind.

“One.”

“Huh. Yes… …?”

“How old are you this year?”

It’s been several years since we started working together, so you might be wondering why I don’t know the age of my employees. But just in case.

“… … Runset … … yo.”

“Thirty-three? Not five?”

“Only… … .”

No matter what age you are, you are old enough to eat.

I started my career as a writer early and had to endure many hardships.

I radioed the FD who was down on set.

“Peace.”

-Huh? PD-nim?

“How were you?”

-What is it?

“I was just talking about the stage.”

-Oh, well, was it good?

“Is that the end?”

-Is there anything else I need?

“How old are you?”

-I’m twenty-eight.

An Chi-seop laughed bitterly at her indifferent tone.

“You’re going to have to work a little harder.”

This song is comforting.

For those who need comfort.

Dedicated to those who have been hurt simply because they endured the world.

* * *

After the 5 minute performance.

Again we go down the stairs.

Youngpil, who was walking briskly as if running away, opens his mouth without looking back.

“… … Was I no good?”

“You can’t have the same reaction as me.”

“… … .”

“I’ve only done exciting songs so far. My brother does rock ballads. If the reaction is the same, it’s not that my brother did well, it’s that I ruined the stage. Right?”

“… … I’m sorry. I should have just said not to do it when you asked me to.”

Did you shake the mic too much before you picked it up?

I don’t know how well I did.

I put my arm on Youngpil’s shoulder.

He’s taller than me so he looks a bit funny, but I’m not short either so I can raise my arms a bit.

“Isn’t there anything that makes you feel better or something?”

“?”

“This is the story I wanted to tell the world. Didn’t I just say it? I’ve emphasized this many times, but this is Hong Yeong-pil’s song. It’s about the years that a man named Hong Yeong-pil lived in a pupa. It’s the song he sings as he breaks out of it.”

“… … .”

“So you’ll feel a little better?”

“It was… refreshing… I guess. It also felt like a clogged toilet was finally cleared.”

“The metaphor is a bit strange, but I’ll understand it because I’m not in my right mind. Anyway, I’m relieved. Then you sang it well, this song.”

As we walked along, talking like that, we soon found ourselves in a hallway leading off the stage and into the waiting room.

And in the middle of the hallway we came across a ghost.

This is our opponent for this round.

The Hwanhon members stop by and talk to Youngpil.

“It was so, so good.”

It wasn’t a routine greeting.

“I became a fan.”

“Sister Moonju cried. I thought I was going to die trying to calm her down.”

“Ah… … Thank you.”

Youngpil awkwardly bows his head.

This guy is usually very kind to people and has good manners, but this is his first time.

I sing and receive congratulations from people.

During that brief moment.

I took a good look at the vocalist who exuded sexiness and charisma.

I’m not sure if we’re still the same person.

Let’s stare blankly with sunglasses on, and turn our heads slightly, like a clumsy college student from back then.

Judging from the reactions of the Hwanhon members, it seems they are keeping the secret.

As a colleague who is good at keeping secrets and pursuing similar music.

“Do it well and come back.”

I said hello to the vocalist of Hwanhon, the puppy.