Raising a Neglected Singer-Songwriter - Chapter 15



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Episode 15. Chechola (1)

At 11 p.m., all the lights in the four-person room are turned off.

Then the kids take out their smartphones.

I go out to the break room and call my parents or friends.

I also check articles posted on Naver while lying in bed.

Of course, everyone is tired so they can’t stay like that for long and usually just lie down after a few dozen minutes.

Anyway, it means that we can check the reaction once the broadcast goes out.

So I know too.

Devil’s Edit… …what.

It’s okay.

It’s not like I didn’t know about it or anything.

I already guessed it when I watched the first broadcast.

Although the direction and level of editing far exceeded my expectations, I have no intention of protesting.

Because I’m a fool?

Wrong.

Because this is business.

Business is an exchange of value, and the value I receive from the other party is the meeting between two people.

So it doesn’t matter what the other person wants from me.

The exchange of value begins with an imbalance in what each party wants from the other.

The price I have to pay is less than what I get from the other person.

Or, what I have to get is much more important than what I have to give to the other person.

If one of the two is true, the deal is successful.

The most important thing to me is reuniting with the members.

That’s why I don’t mind being treated like an idiot and being cursed at as a villain by the devil’s editing.

I guess you could be so hung up on it when you’ve only known the band members for less than a year, but isn’t that different for everyone?

Because not everyone’s time and size of encounter are the same.

Those people are just important to me.

I want to be in a rock band.

It’s important to me that I’m in a rock band with those guys.

It has nothing to do with other people’s standards.

Of course, it could be that I’m the only one who sees them as having continuity due to the time error, as I was playing music with them not too long ago.

Because 1/19 and 1/50 can’t be the same.

‘doesn’t care.’

If you meet and ask, you’ll find out.

I wonder if the members want to make music with me.

Or maybe it was just a dream and I’m having a different dream now.

Or maybe I already had other dreams and achieved them, so maybe music is a good thing.

“Brother. What are you thinking?”

The Shiba Inu asked.

“Thinking of the friends I left behind.”

“Where did you leave it? School?”

Beyond time.

I couldn’t bring myself to answer like that and changed the subject.

“The sweat is cooling off. Let’s practice quickly and go to bed.”

“Yes, bro.”

Although the Shiba Inu is a Japanese dog, it is quite loyal.

I faithfully followed the movements that Junho explained in detail.

Since I was the one who gulped down the signal song mission in one go, effort was essential.

Even though I don’t dream of becoming an idol, since it’s a series of group missions, if I’m lacking, the other kids will suffer.

I really hate that.

“Brother. You really can’t dance.”

“… … .”

“Honestly the worst trainee I’ve ever seen.”

“reflection.”

“Hey… … That’s not it, hyung.”

“Your vocal shit. No dancing vocals. Reflecting reflections. No reflections.”

“… … Wow, that’s really too much. I was trying to compliment you. You’re so weak, but you really try hard… … Like that.”

“Next time, compliment me first, then.”

“Okay. Arms. Swish! All at once! As expected, my body is useless. My body is trash, it’s just like that. If you gave me this body, it’s really oh my. It’s horrible.”

“There’s a camera here too.”

“Ugh… … Even though my body can’t keep up, I try to overcome it with effort. It’s beautiful, it’s beautiful!”

The sleepless youth and the nights of Gyeonggi-do are ripening.

* * *

Episode 4, after the broadcast.

That means it’s already been three weeks since I entered the closed school.

“Trainee Lee Dong Ha has an outdoor shoot today.”

It looks like those broadcasting station guys are up to something again.

As if sensing my gaze, PD Ahn Chi-seop pretends to eat with his hands.

Unless I’m the only one dining outdoors.

-You said your wish was to have dinner with the chairman? Then you have to do whatever he says?

It means.

I got into the car obediently.

“Please wear a blindfold.”

As expected, I did as I was told, even putting on the blindfold.

And the car drove for about an hour?

“Wow… … As expected, it’s amazing. If you look closely, it’s like a painting.”

I woke up to the praise of the dedicated cameraman, whose face I was now quite familiar with.

“Let’s wipe the spit. How can a kid who dreams of being an idol sleep like this, drooling and defenseless?”

hmm?

As I wiped around my moist mouth, the moisture continued endlessly.

I roughly wiped the saliva that had soaked my clothes with the hem of my T-shirt and got out of the car.

“I’ll take off the blindfold.”

“yes.”

Brightened vision.

An elegant man with an elegant smile is looking at me.

“who are you?”

“Oh my… … It’s Wolchuk, Wolchuk. I like people with long hair like this.”

“who are you?”

This guy is a little scary.

“Put your head first. Oh my, look at this. It’s full of pig hair. What should I do with you?”

What… What should I do?

Where is this?

Who is that uncle?

But in my head, I remember PD Ahn Chi-seop pretending to eat.

Keep your thoughts short.

I was held by an elegant man’s hand and sat down as if I was lying down on the counter of a beauty salon.

Did you lie down as if you were sitting…?

I don’t know.

The warm water melts my hair, and I rise again, sitting on a chair in front of the mirror.

The warm wind dried my hair… … drying… … and… … I fell asleep.

* * *

Ohana, the main writer of the idol I chose, thought as she looked at Lee Dong-ha, who was sleeping and drooling while sitting in the beauty salon chair.

‘What is he thinking about as he lives?’

A smile appears on the lips.

It’s nice not having to think about anything.

He knows that he eats fried and steamed food, but he doesn’t rebel even once.

But you still work hard?

Unlike the rough beginning, it seems like PD Ahn Chi-seop has worked some magic, but now he is very gentle.

So there is no such material.

I was worried that he would voluntarily drop out like some trainees, but that wasn’t the case.

In his first appearance in episode 1, he became the center of attention with a shocking performance that seemed like it wasn’t an idol audition and his rough speech.

Under the advice of PD Ahn Chi-seop and the writers, he emerged as the villain of villains starting from episode 2.

-Why did you come out with the house cleaning show?

– I’m petitioning for the removal of the house cat. If the National Petition reaches 100,000 subscribers, it will be removed immediately. Everyone, please stop by at least once.

-Is it abnormal to feel the urge to kill while watching House Slaughter?

– But he’s a singer. Because of my brother’s housekeeper, he came in last in the group mission. I’m crying.

-What’s wrong with that damn dog’s body? Are you a zombie?

Homeless boy.

Beggar locker.

A stray dog ​​that came out of the house.

Honey vocal cords trash body.

A living zombie.

Opening balloon, abbreviated as Gaepung… … etc.

After going through numerous nicknames, it was finally shortened to “Homeless Dog.” It was then shortened to “Homeless Dog.”

Anyway, this house dog is a very filial son.

Competing with super musicians for viewership ratings is a total defeat, but in 21st century broadcasting, viewership ratings aren’t important.

Most of the main topics are taken by Shumu, but at least that house cat is always at the top of the SNS mentions after every broadcast.

Thanks to this, other trainees are also fully enjoying the umbrella effect.

Needless to say, the broadcast’s popularity is amazing.

– Show me your face. Make it as cool as possible. From now on, it’s going to be a Cinderella story.

I remember what PD Ahn Chi-seop said to Ohana before departure.

I knew that I would look good when I cut my hair, but I didn’t know that I could wear it for this long without styling it.

Come to think of it, PD Ahn Chi-seop is definitely that guy.

It’s just after the 5th week broadcast.

50 people were eliminated.

And the house sitter is currently ranked 41st out of the remaining 49.

If things continued like this, it was certain that he would be eliminated in the live vote of episode 8, when the next cut line was broadcast.

At that time, twenty fell off without a trace.

Although they have a cult following due to their vocals and the popularity of the group, idol auditions are ultimately a battle of the core.

The only person who shows chemistry and forms a line is Kim Jun-ho. So, it can be said that there is no alliance core that pushes them forward with chemistry.

Of course, even that was a picture that the production team edited to make the chemistry not visible and only highlight the villainy, but that’s the result anyway.

―If you don’t give him a twist, he can only go up to episode 8. But if he falls in episode 8, we’ll have to waste the remaining 5 episodes. Do you get the feeling? Save him. Save him no matter what. Release everything you’ve been holding back. ‘This is how it was.’ Follow along, you get it?

That was the production team’s conclusion.

The material that was ordered to be resurrected is right before Ohana’s eyes.

“Hey. Tense your neck a bit. Okay?”

“If you don’t wake up, I’ll cut your hair as I please?”

“Hey! Stop sleeping! You’re at the hotel!”

okay…….

I guess I need to figure out why my neck keeps breaking like a dying chick.

It’s hard to carry a rotten body every night…

* * *

Park Min-jae checked the cell phone connected to the gimbal.

My mouth is dry.

I was nervous, but I couldn’t let it show.

“Are you sure you really know Dong-ha oppa?”

Whoosh— the breath of cherry blossoms blowing into my ear.

Park Min-jae barely managed to calm his trembling body and answered Kim Mi-so.

“Ah… … What have you been living a lie about? I know. You saw the video I uploaded to YouTube. It was filmed right in front of me playing the instrument.”

“What? I can’t see anything properly because of the backlight.”

“If you don’t trust me that much, why did you come with me? Just get out.”

no.

don’t go.

Keep blowing cherry-scented breath next to me.

While Park Min-jae was fighting a mud fight over the snout of a middle school student and the body of a high school student, the waiting line got longer and longer.

“joy…….”

Kim Mi-so snorted and crossed her arms.

“Hey. Still, thanks to Minjae, we’re pretty far ahead.”

“Yeah. Why is he so diligent in strange places?”

The female students secretly supported Park Min-jae, who was being treated unfairly.

We’ve gotten pretty close over the past few weeks that I Choose My Idol Season 2 has been going on.

The guitar that the house slayer brought in episode 1 was something he bought from his uncle’s store not long ago. He said he had evidence and that he would show it to him.

He said he filmed it himself and showed me some kind of video… … but it was a bit ambiguous.

Because the guitar sound that is so appealing to the ears of female students who only listen to idol songs is similar to the guitar sound that appeared in the first episode of My Little Old Boy.

I don’t know.

Since I don’t know anything, I might just feel that all electric guitars sound similar.

Still, one thing was certain.

―What movie is this song from? Thor. Huh? Ouch! From Thor. And for those who don’t know, there was a movie called The Big Short…

When the previously unreleased preliminary round evaluation videos were released for each member, we talked about the song of trainee 99.

―That’s it. Queen. Right? That’s Queen, that’s it. This song is one that you can’t even choose without a lot of confidence… … That’s it. The high notes are just… … .

Park Min-jae knew Lee Dong-ha’s music quite well, even though no one in his class knew it well.

That’s how we became close.

Since we’re in the same class anyway, it’s not like we’re strangers, and it’s not like we’ll become close once our interests start to overlap.

So.

Kim Mi-so.

Lee Yujin.

Park Ha-eun.

Nam Bo-mi.

Four self-proclaimed Paradise High School Super Pink female students, including Park Min-jae, whose specialty is picking nostrils.

A five-person expedition team that doesn’t seem to get along at all was formed.

Five members of the terrifying class 3, 2nd year at Paradise High School.

“I gave up on studying, but I can’t give up on my brothers.”

“You damn sexy Kim Jun-ho!”

Lee Yu-jin and Park Ha-eun are already excited and waving the placards they prepared.

“Sexy… … Isn’t ‘shiva’ a bit of a curse word? If you just change the order, it’s a curse word.”

“Our Junho oppa who resembles a sexy Shiba Inu?”

“He’s seventeen. He’s in his first year of high school.”

“If you’re handsome, you’re my brother.”

“I’m your older brother too, huh?”

“If your face is older, you are… … one year older? Just live your life being grateful for being born.”

“Shit.”

“joy.”

The show aired up to episode 5, and each member had their first and second picks.

I packed it very frugally and put it on a placard.

Park Min-jae sighed as he looked at his friends’ placards, then turned around.

[Kill me, Kim Woo-yeol!]

[Let’s run on a flowery path until debut, Jihaya]

[Let’s fly from our underground to the ground]

[Absolutely protect Jiyoungmin!]

There is no placard for the 99th moving unit, which initially had its own group of fans… … Ah, there is one.

[Housekeeper Out! Moving Man Out!]

[The house slaughterhouse is now home!]

There are a few, but they are curses.

Except for one person.

[Absolute Voice Movement, Let’s Run Until Debut!]

A placard for Lee Dong-ha, held preciously in Kim Mi-so’s arms.

Even though I know the tastes of an eighteen-year-old female student, I still don’t know.

The words on the placard hurt Park Min-jae’s heart, but he couldn’t help but think of it in a negative light.

Thanks to moving, I got closer to Kim Mi-so.

“Ouch… … This kid’s nostrils are flaring again. Goosebumps.”

“… … It’s because dust got into your nose… … .”

In the midst of this, the line is suddenly pulled forward.

The story of a closed door opening.

Through the dark passageway to an even darker stage.

“Wow… … .”

The flashing stage lights and the staff moving busily come into view.

The five expedition members opened their mouths.

How many hundreds of people must have rushed in?

A space that is not that large.

As people crowded together, Park Min-jae also had to stick close to Kim Mi-so.

‘Men are strong!’

I held on.

The women were pushing forward with such great strength, but Park Min-jae resisted with both cruelty and brute force, creating a stable space for Kim Mi-so.

Who could blame him for pretending to lose here and leaning next to Kim Mi-so?

Park Min-jae chose purity over momentary pleasure.

‘I want to rub it petty but I hold back.’

It was the summer of my second year of high school.