You Promised Me, Mr. Lee San-ha - Chapter 90



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Episode 90: A shabby person in a precious place (5)

Auxiliary stadium of Jamsil Sports Complex.

Even though there were a lot of free tickets given away, the show wasn’t sold out.

Soon, it was 7 o’clock, the scheduled start time for the performance.

In the dark room, only a murmur of voices could be heard.

As 1, 2, 5, 10 minutes pass by 7 o’clock, people’s discontent grows louder and louder.

“Are you really going to do this or not?”

“Hey guys! If it’s cancelled, then at least announce it! Oh, this is really frustrating.”

“Ugh, I also crawled all the way here to find out what’s so great about this trash rapper, what the hell is this… … .”

“Honestly, if the ticket scalpers hadn’t gone crazy and been giving away free tickets, I wouldn’t have come.”

When the people’s voices become so loud that they pierce the ceiling.

[Ahhh… … Mic test, one-two- one-two-.]

Finally, the announcement was made.

[We are deeply sorry to the audience who came to see the performance. Broken Bullet’s performance scheduled for 7 PM today has been canceled due to the artist’s circumstances. We apologize once again. Refunds for tickets will be… … .]

The subsequent guidance message was completely drowned out by the people’s angry shouts.

Someone brought his whole family.

It was a performance time that some people had to use their vacation days to attend.

Some people had to find lodging because they didn’t have transportation home after the show.

For some, it was their only chance to see an artist they’d admired for 30 years in person.

Of course, no one knows the ‘artist’s circumstances’.

What’s important is the ‘sense of betrayal’ they felt.

The same was true for Lee San-ha’s family, who had been waiting for an hour.

“I had a feeling it would be like this… … . Sigh, really… … It’s bitter.”

“It’s unfortunate, but there’s nothing we can do. Next time we perform, let’s all make time to come together.”

“What do you think of people living in America?”

“Haha, then I can make a lot of money and travel to America!”

“Before we go to America, that guy Broken Bullet needs to get shot first. Like Tupac.”

The couple, who made everyone laugh with their sinister jokes, left the concert hall listlessly.

Ida In, who had been following along silently, sent a text message to her brother.

[Idain: Mom is so disappointed ㅠ She looks more depressed than when that girl named Malsuk took care of the interior ㅠㅠ]

Meanwhile, people around me were expressing their anger without any filter.

“If it was going to be cancelled, you should have told me a long time ago!”

“I came from Jeju Island, what are you going to do about the airfare to Seoul?”

“Shouldn’t Broken Bullet himself at least come out and apologize?!”

Most claims are ones that cannot be resolved by the event organizer.

Even the position of the staff guiding us was even worse.

Shouldn’t all these damages be borne by the artists who signed the contract or the investment companies?

But Broken Bullet still hasn’t shown up.

Thousands of fans gathered at the concert hall head to the parking lot, feeling suffocated.

The moment a huge crowd arrived at the parking lot.

Boom! Boom!

The entire parking lot was covered in lights that looked like firecrackers had exploded.

The outdoor lights came on simultaneously.

Could it have been a sudden device malfunction?

This just adds fuel to the fire of an already irate crowd.

“No, really, what the heck are you trying to do with me right now… …!?”

The moment when people’s anger reached its peak.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

A heavy sound began to emanate from the speakers placed throughout the parking lot.

The sound was as if the entire ground had become a giant drum.

Amidst the vibrations that resonated through my heart, I heard someone’s voice.

“Who is the king?”

The voice of Broken Bullet.

At that moment.

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

Thousands of voices exploded simultaneously.

* * *

[TLT Special] “The Return of the King”… … The scene of Broken Bullet’s concert in Korea

[TLT Times=Reporter Lee San-ha] “Who is the king?”

He returned, firmly asserting his identity.

6 o’clock this evening.

Broken Bullet, who had been heating up the internet for a while with his retirement announcement, was staying in the waiting room.

At just after 7 o’clock, Broken Bullet officially canceled the show.

But it was simply a cancellation of the ‘official’ performance.

The real show started in the parking lot.

He showed a real street performance, saying, “I wanted to start again from the beginning of hip-hop.”

The age range of fans gathered at the scene was truly diverse.

The fan base was diverse, with no old people, so it consisted of both men and women.

The parking lot was packed to the brim with people, including local residents and people who had just finished watching the baseball game.

The first song was the one that put him on the throne: ‘We have a city to burn.’

Afterwards, they filled the stage with richness by singing hit songs such as ‘People = Fxxk’, ‘Shit on Ur face’, and ‘Suck my XXX’ one after another.

Before singing a recent song that had received somewhat poor reviews, he said:

“I know I’ve been making some bad songs for a while due to health issues. But don’t worry. The crown won’t fall off before my neck falls off.”

Soon, we were approaching the middle part of ‘Living legend’.

Gifts from fans poured in.

It was a chorus.

They were true ‘true fans’ who sang even the songs that were not well-received perfectly, and they were also loyal subjects of the king.

Broken Bullet, who had a sore throat, took his mouth off the mic for a moment, collected his emotions, and then bit his lip and continued singing along.

… … .

On the way home.

I checked the article again on my laptop in the backseat of my father’s car.

‘I think this is definitely a good quality article.’

The key to his success was that he had written the article in advance while other reporters were struggling to understand the situation.

In addition, I enclosed a photo I got from Maeng So-hyeon.

Thanks to that, my article was able to show off its prowess by rising to the top in number of views among similar articles.

Messenger was flooded with rave reviews.

[Team Leader Yoon Yeo-gam: Wow~~~ Our Sanha did it again. I thought it would be like this, so I sent you. RG?]

[Senior Yang: Sanha, marry me! I’ll somehow find a house for you! I’ve already decided on the baby’s name, so all you have to do is write the article!]

[Senior Han: Ah ㅋㅋㅋㅋ The light mountain is working hard again ㅋㅋㅋㅋ Don’t set off flash grenades at night ㅋㅋㅋㅋ It’s just dazzling~~~~~~!!!!!!!]

I looked away from my phone and turned my head.

Ida In, who was sitting next to me, was watching a video of a concert from a little while ago.

“It was my first time seeing a hip-hop performance, and it was something so incredibly heart-wrenching!”

… … Why does this person’s vocabulary keep deteriorating?

As I was looking at my sister with a worried expression, I heard my mother humming from the passenger seat.

Most of the lyrics are full of swear words, but… …the mother’s voice singing them is so excited.

A liveliness that makes you feel like you’ve returned to your childhood.

I smiled without realizing it at the sight of this unfamiliar sight for the first time.

‘This ability is most rewarding when it helps someone.’

Today I made many people happy.

If we include the YouTube comments that were checked as part of the reaction survey, the number would be uncountable.

[Naidu: Wow, fuck, this is hip-hop.]

[Maaaav: The king does not die The king does not die The king does not die The king does not die The king does not die]

[ABeast: East Coast hip-hop is back. After all these years, finally.]

[Christy Kreitlow: My father and I, who have loved the same artist for two generations, are crying together right now. Thank you, Korea, for putting on a great show!]

Comments written in each country’s language.

It was impossible to count how many countries watched this performance.

Of course, since the performance was by Broken Bullet, it must have been the most difficult for the singer himself.

‘Still, there was one small harvest.’

I guess it’s something I learned something new about my abilities.

[The ‘social level’ is determined in proportion to the number of people you trust.]

[If you commit a crime and are punished, your social level will be greatly reduced.]

The list of explanations was so long that I just skipped over it.

‘… … There are probably not many people who believe in Broken Bullets anymore.’

He’s had too many accidents so far.

Among them, there are countless cases where the law’s hammer was struck.

Therefore, the social level of Broken Bullet was quite low.

That’s why my headache wasn’t that bad when I forced him to keep his promise.

Thanks to these two things, I was able to fulfill my promise to Malik, my manager, and Broken Bullet.

‘Thank you, American legal professionals, for bringing Broken Bullet’s social level down.’

I opened PC Talk again.

[Kim Tae-kyung: Shit ㅠㅠ It’s still breaking ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ]

[Kim Tae-kyung: I just touched your junior a little bit, but why did he fly so far away? Ah ㅠㅠㅠㅠ I’m going crazy, for real]

[Kim Tae-kyung: And then someone went into the waiting room and it broke again ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ I want to hit them]

[Kim Tae-kyung: Please read the message ㅡㅡ]

[Kim Tae-kyung: You really have to pay me back. If you don’t pay me back, I’ll come looking for you. No matter where you are. The Korea Tooth Fairy will visit your bed.]

The last sentence was so scary that I quickly closed the window.

At that time, a text message was sent to Maeng So-hyeon as well.

[Maeng So-hyun: Congratulations on getting 1st place in views! As expected from a senior!]

[Lee San-ha: It’s all thanks to your photos.]

[Maeng So-hyun: Hey, my article was better in terms of photo quality and quantity, but it came in second. My senior wrote it so well!]

[Maeng So-hyun: (skull emoji giving a thumbs up with both hands)]

[Lee San-ha: But without your photos, my article wouldn’t have been complete. Thank you so much.]

[Maeng So-hyun: That’s true too! So when will the photo fee be paid…?]

Huh? Wasn’t that a joke?

[Maeng So-hyun: Did you just think ‘Huh? Wasn’t that a joke?’? Of course it was a joke lol]

… … No matter how quick you are, it’s a bit scary to read someone else’s mind without missing a single word.

[Maeng So-hyun: By the way, senior! Didn’t you say that you still can’t take pictures?]

[Lee San-ha: Yeah… I guess I should grab each one and study it.]

[Maeng So-hyun: I go out for a model photo shoot every weekend. Do you want to go with me this week? The model is my friend, so it’s a great opportunity to learn comfortably!]

It’s nice to hear that.

I accepted her offer right away.

“Oh, my eyes are so tired today… … .”

“It’s been a while since I left a comment, so my eyes hurt so much.”

“Oh, Mom, you leave comments on the Internet too?”

“Yeah! My account is 9mile, and I wrote some feedback on Broken Bullet’s new song. Since it’s been a while since they released a new song, I decided to write a serious review.”

“… … !?”

It’s a familiar ID.

[9mile: East Coast hip-hop is dead. It didn’t kill anyone, but it died alone. Like King Lear who lost his mind and died of madness. They no longer sing about the zeitgeist and the absurdity of society. They just spit out music similar to that of the West Coast drug dealers and play machine-like sounds that are suitable for parties. This song is no exception. I don’t know about others, but I didn’t know that even the ‘King of the East’ would do this kind of music. With him, East Coast style old school closed its doors. And a street without a school can no longer develop. Just like Washington D.C.]

The crazy malicious comments that tore apart Broken Bullet’s mentality, which had experienced everything from aerial combat to space warfare.

“What!? That malicious commenter was your mom?”

“Oh my- you’re a hater, you should be called a true fan.”

… … Who would have thought that the root of all this would be riding in the same car.

It’s a really scary world.