Rockstar Again - Chapter 90



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Episode 90. Just do eat (1)

“The appearance of Blue Porcelain was sensational, and Hong Young-pil’s song resonated. Isn’t the title good?”

At Joo Hyo-eun’s sweet voice coming from over his shoulder, Go Kyung-je turned around in his chair.

“You, Imma. How can you evaluate the title of an article about a marksman while you are a marksman?”

“Hey. Why are you doing that? Between us.”

“What is our relationship?”

“We eat together, take turns pooping, and sleep together?”

“… … You’re crazy. You’re not even a real woman, Emma.”

“Hehehe. Thank you. I was worried that you might think of me as a woman.”

Go Kyung-jae looks up at Joo Hyo-eun.

But these days, it’s pretty tolerable.

Since I go to work without sleeping, I end up washing up often.

As I was doing that, my originally pretty good looks started to show little by little.

Because of that, it seems like new recruits who don’t know Joo Hyo-eun’s true identity are pestering her.

What can I do?

They say that they will twist your fate.

“Go away. I have to retire.”

“Hey, come on. I’ll proofread it for you.”

“… … .”

Then, without even asking permission, Go Kyung-je pulls a chair over and sits down next to me.

It didn’t stop there, he even pushed the chair to the side and pushed Go Kyung-jae.

“Huh?”

“When it was revealed that the keyboardist of Blue Porcelain was Hong Young-pil, the world was busy criticizing him… … . But now, two weeks later. It is time to admit it. The fact that Hong Young-pil is a real musician… … .”

Joo Hyo-eun, who was reading part of the article as if talking to herself, spoke to Ko Kyung-je with her characteristically loose laugh.

“I don’t think this is the kind of argument that someone who throws people food to criticize would write.”

“When did I throw food? I just wrote an article. Facts.”

“You knew that if you wrote that article, Hong Young-pil would get cursed at, right?”

“… … I know, I know. But what? If you don’t write an article that you should write because you feel bad about getting cursed at. If you write an article that you don’t need to write because you want some guy to curse at you? That’s trash. You have to distinguish between what to write and what not to write.”

“To be honest, I still don’t understand, but since that’s what my senior said, I’ll listen carefully.”

“Please do so.”

As he said that, Ko Kyung-je folded his arms.

to be honest.

Even though I said that to Joo Hyo-eun, I’m sorry.

Just because I’m a reporter doesn’t mean my heart is made of steel.

I also think that if I use this, this person will be in big trouble.

I’m also worried about whether I should use it or not.

That is why Koh Kyung-je thought that even if there is personal interest in reporting, there should be no personal opinions in articles.

“Hong Young-pil did well… … honestly.”

So, I added my personal opinion to this article.

I feel half sorry, and half want to cheer you on because you did really well.

“Right? I also get sad when I watch the stage and think about when my feet started to smell so bad. It also feels comforting.”

“… … .”

Just then, a door opens in the distance and a fellow reporter comes in, shouting.

“Hey… Who ate fermented soybean paste stew without telling me? It smells terrible.”

“… … You little punk. Didn’t you wash your feet?”

“Did you wash it?”

“But what did he smell to make him do that?”

“I don’t know, me.”

“… … .”

What was sadder was not the fact that Joo Hyo-eun’s feet still smelled even though she had washed them, but the fact that Go Kyung-je’s own nose had adapted and was unable to detect Joo Hyo-eun’s foot odor.

* * *

The house of the savior.

“How is the reaction?”

As the savior spoke, a faint “taang” sound of a knife and a chopping board clashing was heard.

“Public opinion has completely turned in our favor. Of course, it doesn’t seem to help in forming a fandom, but we are proving it with our performance.”

“Want an apple?”

“it’s okay.”

Even though Hong Seon-ah lightly refused, Gu Se-ryeong handed her half of an apple that he had cut himself.

“Eat it. If you don’t eat it, I’ll have to throw it away.”

“thank you for this food.”

“You say you won’t eat it even though you’re going to eat it every time.”

The two of them walked to the sofa, each holding half an apple.

“Give it to me. Let me see.”

The story isn’t about asking for the apple back, but to show the tablet.

Hong Seon-ah wasn’t the type of person to make such a mistake. After a few touches, Gu Se-ryeong opened the window he wanted and handed it over.

“yes.”

“Wasn’t the song released right after the broadcast yesterday? But it’s not even in the top 20?”

“Yes. After Hong Young-pil’s true identity was revealed, , which had been falling in the rankings, has started to rise again.”

The indicators don’t lie.

Especially now, after suffering through chart manipulation.

Crunchy―.

The Savior took a bite of the apple.

‘Hong Young-pil… … Hong Young-pil… … .’

The Savior muttered as if he was talking to himself.

“Honestly, I thought it would be okay to say that I was quitting because I couldn’t stand the public opinion.”

“I think similarly.”

“right?”

“Yes. Considering the tools I have, I think it would be easier to climb up if only the surrounding members could support me better. Or else, I think it would have been easier even if I had been solo.”

The old man habitually crossed his legs.

Recruiting Lee Dong-ha.

Even the members’ composition is up to the conditions he demands.

Although all conditions are accepted, the Savior does not have the same dream as the moving one.

‘Similar, but… …different. His and my goals.’

I still don’t know why, but my goal is to work ‘together’ with my moving members.

The goal of the Savior is to see how far Lee Dong-ha can go from the closest location. To push him with everything he has.

So, at this point, I decided that it would not be a bad idea for Hong Young-pil to leave, pushed by public opinion.

It would be easier than it is now if we just added better members, or even just normal members.

“Dong-ha, you only take the difficult path, so why does it feel like a shortcut?”

“It may not be a shortcut. I think Dong-ha is overperforming compared to his skills. Rock Will Never Die or anything, he shouldn’t be going on competition shows anymore and should have already debuted and grown a few levels.”

“Growth… … Hehe… … .”

At Hong Seon-ah’s words, Gu Se-ryeong’s eyes widened like a bow.

“Why are you laughing?”

“You’re not as into him as I am yet. It’s kind of funny. Either you’re not into him. Or I’m just too into him.”

Because he revealed his honest feelings, Hong Seon-ah asked him honestly instead of his usual jokes or worries.

“Are you that good?”

“I’m looking forward to it. If it’s Dong-ha… … I think he’ll grant my wish.”

“You mean that? One third of world-class singers come from Ethiopia. What a cultural force. How cool is that?”

This time, the old man burst into laughter.

“What should I do? When you get older, you’ll end up like Director Jaemin Kwak.”

“… … Those words are a bit harsh.”

“Anyway, it’s a bit of a mess. That’s right. Let me correct one thing: not in Ethiopia, but for the poor in Ethiopia.”

It’s an ordinary day, but everything is good.

money.

appearance.

Even the temperament of a businessman.

But since you have everything, it might be harder to find a bad day.

Good days for the Savior are few and far between.

It’s the sorrow of a person who has everything.

Because I have a lot.

Because even if you don’t have it, you can have it if you just reach out.

Never satisfied no matter what you have.

Every day since I got my hands on Idongha has been enjoyable.

of course.

It’s just something I’m holding in my hand, and I don’t know when it’ll run away.

‘That’s his real charm.’

The only man who makes you tremble in fear, wondering if he will run away even though he has the Savior in his hands.

I was light-heartedly checking out a few articles with my hands.

“… … Are they giving me a bottle and medicine?”

“Are you talking about Hidden Magazine?”

“There’s no other place that gave me the bottle, right?”

“But this time, you wrote it really well, didn’t you? And it was written by reporter Ko Kyung-je himself.”

The gap between the Savior’s eyebrows instantly narrowed.

“You’re complaining now that the commercials have been canceled? What’s going on?”

It’s annoying even when I don’t have to, but it’s even more annoying when it looks like it’s going to rain.

* * *

A recording studio in Jongro.

I just am.

It’s just there.

Today is the day Taeju hyung won’t be coming because he’s taking care of some piling up work at the company.

The song work we were doing together has also been put on hold.

Dong-sik Hyung went out for the first time in a while and visited his family.

My sister-in-law told me to fry some chicken so she could rest when she came over.

I don’t understand why people keep complaining about how good working is.

Youngpil hyung?

What about that guy?

These past few days, I’ve been walking on clouds.

[Pilhyungsu: (Gifticon) Kyojang Chicken Exchange Voucher]

[Pil Hyeong-su: Thank you. Thanks to you, I enjoyed the concert. I won’t ask why you make music with my husband. In my eyes, it’s just… … My husband wouldn’t be embarrassed to stand next to Dong-ha. But thank you. For looking at my husband without prejudice.]

They said it was a broken window.

They are so horrible to each other.

I don’t know why he married a tall, tall guy like a flute and a woman like his sister-in-law.

“Ha… … . I’m not lonely.”

My nostrils answered my words.

“I am lonely.”

When I glanced at her from the corner of my eye, her eyes were shining brightly.

“Loneliness is a mental illness that comes from not loving yourself. Take better care of yourself.”

“As expected… … Brother Dong-ha… … .”

“joy.”

I snorted and looked out the window.

Have you ever heard of a nostril like this?

Beware of those who say, “I have no greed for money.”

Those guys are the most money-crazy people.

I totally agree.

I don’t intend to say that I make music simply because I like rock music, without any interest from fans or greed for money.

31 years ago, I was a person who held rice cakes in both hands and was worried.

Whether you will succeed through studying.

Whether or not you will succeed in music.

The reason I chose music was simple.

That way seemed easier and faster.

Studying takes 4 years at university, and then there are qualification exams like the bar exam or the medical exam. And then there are the training centers and internships, which are incredibly long.

I understand that the long preparation process will bring about a certain amount of wealth and fame.

I was born with a talent for studying, but I was born with a talent for music even more.

What I’m saying is that it wasn’t a very difficult choice.

And then I had a dream.

big money.

The fans cheer.

World wide recognition.

I also fantasize about groupies throwing underwear at me… … .

… … You were young.

It can’t be helped because I’ve never had a proper relationship.

To summarize:

I’m saying that I also really want to be in love.

I’m so lonely… so very lonely.

I called Park Min-jae because I was so lonely. But somehow… … his eyes are similar to his hyungs’.

“Why did you come?”

Park Min-jae shrugs his shoulders at my words.

“You called me, didn’t you?”

“Really? But why do I see Satan in your eyes?”

“yes?”

“What is it, you, hey. I love you, don’t I?”

It just felt that way.

I liked the way Kim Mi-so’s eyes became dark after she became a celebrity.

It’s heartbreaking to miss the unrequited love that flew away.

I felt a kinship with her because she misses her first love even though she is very old and has a husband.

Because I was sure that he, like me, would never be able to achieve his first love.

But the eyes of the nostril I met after a long time are full of life.

You clearly said that YouTube was in a stagnant state.

Then, his eyes must be cloudy to be correct.

“… … As expected… … Dong-ha-shin! How did you know? I guess when you date a lot, you get a feel for it?”

I just tried it by feeling, but I think it’s right.

“Break up. If you meet her, you’ll never make a million views on YouTube. That’s what women are like. They’re a distraction from professional work.”

“But… … We’re not dating yet. It’s unrequited love. This time too… … .”

I sat up abruptly from where I was resting my chin on the desk in the recording studio.

If it’s unrequited love, it’s a different story.

“Oh, really? Who are you?”

“It’s Eugene.”

“If I tell you my name, you won’t recognize me?”

“A school friend. Miso and I are best… …close friends… … .”

“Isn’t this guy crazy?”

A double whammy came out of my mouth.

It’s not that you shouldn’t love your friend’s friend.

It’s not like I was dating Miso anyway.

Still, there is such a thing as commercial morality.

“Isn’t that a bit much?”

“Not just a little, but a lot. Didn’t you say that you made it really obvious to her? You chased her around a lot.”

“… … .”

“He’s really going to be a big trouble. This can’t be happening.”

This is a good thing as I was bored.

Now it’s time to make those eyes that are soaking in love cloudy again.

“Women say that if you’re really close, you share everything. Huh? So you can’t. Don’t have vain expectations. Give up. Absolutely not. If it works out, it’ll be even worse, you know? Do you think you’ll be happy if you separate two people because of a guy?”

“Ah… … That’s fine, but what should I do?”

“What about the smile? Have you completely given up?”

“No. I like Smile and I like Eugene too.”

“This kid is going to ask me to marry him if I just brush his collar.”

They say it’s a gold digger, a gold digger.

I have never seen such an easy moneymaker around me.

My friend Eugene, who’s next to me, seems to have a good chance of doing well.

I decided to connect with that smile that is far away and out of reach.

“Just make a million YouTube followers like you always did and confess to Miso. Get that gold button.”

Then, as if something had occurred to him.

Park Min-jae takes out his cell phone one by one.

“Oh, right. Brother, you’re good at English, right? Because you’ve lived in America for a long time.”

“You speak English well.”

Although I have never lived in the US, I speak English well.

After hearing my answer, Park Min-jae said it was good and turned on YouTube.

“Ah… … A strange foreigner keeps leaving comments. He keeps leaving comments in English that I can’t even understand. It’s hard to run a translator on each comment, so I left it alone, but these days, he leaves one comment per hour. Most of them are curses.”

“Really? Let’s take a look.”

This is good because it gets in my nostrils.

It’s definitely more fun than being with my brothers.